Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

The two combined together, black bow and arrow, white knuckles.

Cold lines, delicate skin.

Contradictory and sharp contrast.

The impact of black and white is eye-catching.

It seems that these people and things should not be connected together, but surprisingly they are not funny.

Instead, my heart beat faster for some reason. I didn't dare to look directly at the scene, but I couldn't help but look at it secretly.

Tian Qing held his heart with both hands and could not help but say infatuatedly: "How beautiful!"

Very pretty.

That kind of beauty that combines boldness and charm is popular with both men and women, and no one can resist it.

Zhong Shaoyang sneered: "What's the point of posing? No matter how good it looks, it won't add any points."

Could it be that the bow and arrow will fly to the bull's eye obediently just because she is beautiful?

I don’t know if she heard what he said, but her black and white eyes swept across his face nonchalantly.

Ruan Xingchen suddenly raised his hand, drew his bow and drew the arrow. His movements were quick, skillful and indescribably handsome.

It was as if he didn't even have time to aim, he just raised his hand and shot.

This decisive action made the onlookers gasp.

"impossible!"

Zhong Shaoyang's eyes widened, and he blurted out subconsciously: "You, have you ever learned archery?"

It was almost like a direct admission that he had deliberately chosen something for the competition that she couldn't possibly do.

Even though everyone had guessed what he was thinking, they couldn't help but frown when they heard him shout it out.

Zhong Shaoyang didn't care about these things. His heart was beating fast, he had a bad premonition, and he looked at the target anxiously.

He was really scared by the previous golf game, and he couldn't lose this one, so he took it particularly seriously.

When I saw this, I almost laughed out loud.

The target was empty, without even the shadow of an arrow.

She missed the target!

She missed the target!

If he hadn't been rational, Zhong Shaoyang would have almost laughed out loud, and now the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "Ms. Ruan is so imposing, I thought there would be some amazing results!"

The result was a miss, zero points!

His eyes were filled with delight, and his heart was so happy that he wanted to shout out loud.

Looking at the arrow lying one step away from the target, he wanted to run over, pick it up and kiss it.

He wins for sure!

There are still nine arrows left. If she wants to defeat him, she must shoot at least 9 arrows with each of her next arrows.

But how is this possible?

This means that at worst he would be second and would get five million.

Even if he defeated Huo Yan, he would be in the spotlight and give them a slap in the face!

This feeling is so addictive.

"No hurries?"

Noticing his excitement and the worries of Huo Qianqian and others, Ruan Xingchen's expression did not change at all.

She slowly replaced the feathers on her arrows, narrowed her beautiful eyes nonchalantly, and curled her lips slightly: "It's just one arrow, the result is not known yet!"

"This arrow scored zero points, that's enough."

Zhong Shaoyang couldn't help but laugh and sarcastically said, "If Ms. Ruan's skills were as tough as your words, she wouldn't have to worry about losing 10 million."

"There's no need for Master Zhong to worry about this."

Huo Yan's eyes were icy, and he looked at him coldly. He said in a deep voice, "It's just one arrow. Young Master Zhong, don't be too happy too soon."

He seemed to be in no hurry at all, nor worried that Ruan Xingchen would lose, and was full of trust in her.

Seeing this, the smile in Ruan Xingchen's eyes became so thick that it could not be dispelled.

She even had some free time. She winked at him gently and said with her red lips, "Of course I can't let Mr. Huo down."

As soon as she finished speaking, the arrow in her hand shot out.

Huo Qianqian suddenly closed her eyes, not daring to look, almost crying: "Did sister-in-law accidentally drop it? She, she didn't even aim..."

Everyone saw how tense Zhong Shaoyang was when he was shooting the arrow just now.

Every muscle in his body was tensed, he stared at the bull's eye and took aim, and it took him a while before he shot an arrow.

Why does my sister-in-law do whatever she wants?

Not to mention aiming, she always felt that her sister-in-law was only looking at her brother and didn't even look at the target.

Are we really going to lose?

Just when she was too scared to face it, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Huo Xiaoning lowered her voice excitedly and screamed softly beside her: "Sister-in-law is so awesome! Sister-in-law is so cool!"

what?

She, could she be hallucinating?

Huo Qianqian's face was full of confusion, and she opened her eyes in a daze.

The shooting range was silent, and many people looked at the targets in disbelief with blank expressions.

The person standing not far from the target reporting the results was also stunned. After a while, he raised his trembling voice and said, "Ten, ten rings!"

Perfect ten rings.

The arrow shot directly into the bull's eye, and the tail feathers were still trembling slightly.

Is this reasonable?

The previous arrow was so bad that it missed the target, but this arrow hit the center of the target directly.

What an extreme result this is?

"This is impossible!"

Zhong Shaoyang's mind went blank, his face twisted, and he couldn't help but roar: "How is it possible?"

If she can win this, then what is he?

A joke, a clown.

Panic arose in his heart, and he tried hard to comfort himself: "It's just good luck... She can't always be so lucky."

It is impossible for her to always be above 9 rings.

However, as if she had heard his inner voice, Ruan Xingchen did not stop.

Like a ruthless archery machine, it draws the bow and shoots the arrow with beautiful movements.

The voice announcing the results rang out crisply: "9 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings, 9 rings, 9 rings... The final score is 86 rings!"

She actually never shot lower than 9 rings again, and even shot 5 10 rings.

Zhong Shaoyang’s eyes went dark and he felt a little shaky.

Gently shaking her hands, Ruan Xingchen's eyelashes drooped, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "It's been too long since I last played, I'm still a little rusty."

She used to have more than just this achievement.

"Thank you for your hard work, ma'am."

At this moment, a warm big hand pinched her hand, which was slightly sore from shooting ten arrows in a row.

His fingertips, covered with thin calluses, gently massaged her muscles. Huo Yan's eyes shone with a terrifying light as he said in a hoarse voice, "Madam, you are really..."

He paused for a moment, his dark eyes shining brightly, unable to move away from her face.

After a while, he finally seemed to have found the adjective and whispered, "Always able to surprise people."

She was so dazzling, standing there lazily shooting arrows, exuding strong confidence.

Every arrow not only hit the bull's eye, but also hit his heart.

Make him crazy about it, fall for it, and be intoxicated by it.

He couldn't help it, so he lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her red lips, full of restraint and excitement.

If there weren't so many annoying people around, he would have savored her sweetness carefully, held her in his arms, and let her soften into a pool of spring water.