City: I was reborn and became the top rich second generation

Take off your clothes.

Then I came to the warm bathtub and lay down in it.

Elise and Emily were like ancient maids, sitting beside them, gently massaging Zhou Xing's shoulders.

After a while.

Zhou Xing turned over.

The two lowered their heads in unison.

Then there is the pupil shrinkage.

Cover your mouth.

"Oh my god!"

Chapter 114

Eleven in the morning.

Shooting gallery.

With the help of the instructor, Zhou Xing put on the earmuffs and protective gear.

Only then did he pick up the TT-T semi-automatic pistol made in Maoxiong.

As a shooting gallery.

It is not allowed to use standard weapons, most of which come from foreign civilian pistols.

But... none of this mattered to Zhou Xing.

After all, he is just a novice.

Zhou Xing just wanted to experience what it was like to shoot with live ammunition.

The moment you hold the pistol.

He could feel that the blood in his body was constantly surging.

Few men can resist firearms.

He is also included.

Zhou Xing's left and right legs are slightly wider than shoulder width, his knees are slightly bent to form an elastic support, his toes are slightly inward, his chest is in his chest and his shoulders are slumped to lower the body's center of gravity.

The right hand holds the pistol, and the left hand holds the gun with one arm.

He stared straight at the red target ten meters ahead.

Bang!

Zhou Xing pulled the trigger.

Despite the earmuffs, the violent sound still resounded.

It made Zhou Xing's head buzz a little.

The recoil of the pistol also made his arm numb slightly.

Zhou Xing looked up and found that there was no bullet hole on the target, and he missed it.

He frowned.

Looks like... shooting isn't that simple either.

Although it was a little different from what he had imagined, Zhou Xing was still somewhat intoxicated by this feeling.

It fired several shots in a row.

Most of them are off target.

Only two shots hit the fifth and fourth rings.

With the coach's guidance, Zhou Xing, who gradually became familiar with him, finally aimed the gun and the bullets shot out.

Bullet holes pierced the target.

In the middle of the ninth ring.

"Master Zhou is great!"

Yi Li, who was accompanying her, didn't hide her praise at all, clapped her hands and said.

"Sure enough, a powerful person is powerful wherever he goes!"

Emily stared at Zhou Xing with azure blue eyes, her gaze was filled with admiration.

Compared with domestic girls who are reserved and restrained.

Western girls have to open up a lot.

They belonged to Mu Qiang.

Last night, Zhou Xing let the two of them see the mysterious power from the east.

They almost saw God.

Both of them were convinced.

Naturally, Zhou Xing was full of admiration.

Zhou Xing smiled.

He didn't say anything, but raised his gun and continued to practice towards the shooting range.

It lasted more than half an hour.

Until Zhou Xing's arm went numb and he couldn't exert much strength.

Only then did Zhou Xing walk out of the shooting gallery with a lot of satisfaction.

Just went out.

Oncoming is Wang Xiaocong.

"Old Zhou."

Wang Xiaocong's spirit seemed a little sluggish: "When I got up, I found that you were not there. I heard they said you were in the shooting range, so I came to have a look."

His eyes were full of envy and he said: "Young people have good energy. The two foreign women didn't let you lie down until the afternoon, and they still have the energy to come to this shooting gallery."

Zhou Xing frowned slightly when he heard the words.

These words... also made him quite comfortable.

It is far more fulfilling than saying that he is rich.

"What about Qin Fen and the others?"

Zhou Xing was a little puzzled.

"They...are still lying down, and they probably won't get up until the afternoon. These people are in worse health than me."

Wang Xiaocong smiled.

"Do you have anything to do with me?"

Zhou Xing asked.

"Is there something to talk about?"

Wang Xiaocong said bluntly.

"Row."

Zhou Xing had no objection either. He rubbed his stomach, and then walked forward: "Go to the restaurant first, let's talk while eating."

"Right on my mind."

The two came to the restaurant immediately.

Entered a box.

Emily and Alice turned into Zhou Xing's waiters, pouring tea and water for him.

Very considerate.

Wang Xiaocong was on the side, looking envious, and a little puzzled: "Why are my two not so considerate? I still choose our domestic ones. Shouldn't the foreign ones be more virtuous?"

"It's not right. I've been abroad for so long, and it's not like I haven't talked to foreign girlfriends."

"There is no such thing as you."

Zhou Xing picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of matsutake soup handed over by Emily, felt the mellow taste flowing down his throat and into his stomach, then smiled slightly at Wang Xiaocong: "Then have you ever thought about it? This may not have anything to do with nationality, but with you."

Wang Xiaocong was taken aback.

Then, seeing the glowing red, with their eyes only locked on Zhou Xing, and their eyes filled with admiration, Iris and Emily seemed to understand something.

Wang Xiaocong became even more jealous.

No matter how good things are, let Zhou Xing spread them out.

Is there any flaw in this kid's whole body?

Wang Xiaocong, who had always been confident, felt a little inferior in front of Zhou Xing.

When I think of finding a girlfriend, I have to humbly send countless messages.

Zhou Xing here.

The two foreign women were all handled by him submissively.

For a moment, Wang Xiaocong actually felt like crying.

"Old Zhou, show your brother the truth."

Wang Xiaocong suddenly lowered his voice, and said to Zhou Xing, "Did you secretly eat?"

Seeing Zhou Xing's blank expression.

Wang Xiaocong said a little bit unwillingly: "It's okay, everyone is a man, it doesn't matter if you say it, we have such a good relationship, even if you admit it, I won't laugh at you."

"I'm doing this for your own good too. You are still young and strong."

"But if you eat too much of this kind of thing, it's not good for your health. You'll know the harm in a few years."

Wang Xiaocong was finally defeated under Zhou Xing's mentally retarded gaze.

After confirming again and again.

He wanted to cry without tears.

The back molars are about to crumble.

All of this was actually true, and he couldn't accept it.

"Don't fix these things."

Zhou Xing said unhappily: "If you fart, let it go."

Wang Xiaocong's personality is the same as what he usually shows.

Very straightforward.

Nor hypocrisy.

Say whatever you think of, and you won't have any airs on your body.

It is a trace of paranoia that people who study philosophy will have.

This is not a bad problem, after all, his paranoia is only reflected in his pursuit of girls, and it does not affect Zhou Xing at all.

So Zhou Xing is still a good deal for Wang Xiaocong.

Sometimes, men's friendship is so inexplicable.

After familiarity, when speaking, it will not be so vivid.

Wang Xiaocong coughed, and stopped worrying about Zhou Xing's affairs, and then said seriously: "Old Zhou, brother, I have been imprisoned (shen xian) recently, can you help me, brother."

He thought for a while, and then said in another way: "Or let's say, let's help brother."