Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

There are five gun targets on the wall. The gun is a toy gun. If there is no bullet, the score is detected by the infrared rays behind the target.

There is a scorer on each target.

Zhou Beicheng reckoned that Meng Yutang would like this, so he brought her to play with it.

Song Chuhan stood back on one side, watching Zhou Beicheng hand Meng Yutang a toy gun, and then put coins in the machine slot in front of her and herself.

Contest?

Zhou Beicheng turned his eyes to look at Meng Yutang, with a rare smile on his lips, and the managers behind him all thought he was crazy, would he be so good at seeing the president in his lifetime?

Meng Yutang raised his eyebrows and smiled, Okay.

The game has already started, and the posture of the two holding guns still looks more professional than Zhou Beicheng's.

Meng Yutang was holding a toy gun. He tilted his head to aim casually, and then directly pulled the trigger of the toy gun.

Five shots in one inning.

In the first sentence, both of them are familiar with toy guns.

41:40.5

Meng Yutang looked at the 40.5 on the wall opposite him, and narrowed his eyes, especially the 0.5 looked particularly dazzling.

He put the gun directly on the console, reached out and touched a few game coins in the basket and threw them in.

Come again! The voice sounded calm, but Zhou Beicheng felt that she was very angry and wanted to laugh for no reason.

Eyebrows stretched, he turned his eyes to look at Meng Yutang, the corners of his lips could not help but smile, and he stretched out his hand to touch a few and threw them in.

...

Song Chuhan watched from behind. She had never seen that look in Zhou Beicheng's eyes. No matter who she was facing, she had never seen Zhou Beicheng like this before.

He...should like this Miss Meng very much.

Song Chuhan couldn't tell how she felt, lost? There seem to be some. sad? I can't even tell.

Doesn't it mean that the order of appearance of people is very important? I just feel that I seem to have lost to someone who played after me, so I am more or less reconciled.

But she didn't feel relieved, without Zhou Beicheng, the Song family would arrange other people for her, which might be easier than pleasing Zhou Beicheng, but after all, she couldn't follow her own heart.

But I have seen such an excellent man, can she still put on such a smile to please other men in the future, it should be very difficult...

Song Chuhan's eyes fell on Meng Yutang involuntarily.

The Miss Meng of the Shi family was very different from the ones she had seen before.

At this moment, Meng Yutang's body was burning with a raging fire of desire to win.

In the second game, the two directly drew to a tie.

47:47.

Come again!

At the end of the third round, Meng Yutang looked up at the counter above: 50.

Satisfied, he turned his eyes to look at the counter on Zhou Beicheng's side: 49.5.

Looking at that .5, don't say it, I'm in a better mood.

Put the toy gun directly on the operating table and clap your hands to call it a day.

Seeing the smile on her face, Zhou Beicheng couldn't help but frowned.

Meng Yutang turned around, Song Chuhan stood beside him at some point, touched the toy gun on the console with both hands, and looked up at Zhou Beicheng: Brother Beicheng, can you teach me how to play?

Her eyes were sparkling, as if looking forward to it.

Zhou Beicheng glanced at her and said coldly, No, no.

...

Everyone couldn't help but glance at that 49.5, the highest score is 50, do you call this? !

Song Chuhan felt that nothing was unexpected, her eyes darkened and she lowered her head, but she didn't want to hear a girl's voice next to her ear.

Ask for a recommendation ticket~

See you guys tomorrow~ In fact, Ms. Song is also a poor little girl who can't do whatever she wants, not bad~ At first I wanted to write a little white lotus, but I can't handle this kind of character well, so I wrote this kind of Ms. Song, Everyone has their own reasons, hey~