It seems that Li Qiao did not want to discuss too much about Shang Lu's withdrawal from relatives.
A baby relative of unknown origin, it was just right to return.
At this time, Li Cheng nestled in the high-back computer chair, with Erlang's legs tilted up, his posture was elegant and clear, especially his lazy appearance, which was exactly the same as Li Qiao.
He held his chin slightly, with a cowardly smile on his sturdy cheeks, "Don't want to say?"
Li Qiao raised his eyes to look at him, and threw the pistol back into his arms. He leaned back and sat on the corner of the bed with his hands behind him, with a pale expression: "Yeah."
Probably only in the presence of San Ge Li Cheng, some of Li Qiao's true emotions will naturally emerge.
Li Cheng squinted his dark eyes, his eyes hidden cruelly, "Then let's not talk about it, the grievances suffered by him, the third brother will get you back."
Li Qiao sat on the bed and kicked her toes, her eyes fell on the black windbreaker behind the chair, but the black figure of another person appeared in her mind.
Her eyebrows became irritable, and she asked slowly, "Is it tired to come back from the border?"
"I'm not tired, what do you want to do?" Li Cheng has always been bottomless to indulge Li Qiao.
Seeing this, Li Qiao's eyes, which were always inattentive, like veil covered in mist, were instantly scorched with a few different kinds of heat, "Old rules?"
"No problem, go!"
Li Cheng stood up as he said, rubbing his generous palm on Li Qiao's head, and then the brothers and sisters went directly to the parking lot.
About five minutes later, two Ferrari supercars drove out of the gate of Li's house.
The smooth lines of the car body cut through the twilight dusk, and the roar of the motor seems to be able to shield all the troubles in the world.
......
At 7 o'clock in the evening, Bolan Shooting Gallery.
Wearing goggles and earplugs, Li Qiao stood in front of an independent shooting platform. Her black shooting suit made her skin white as snow, her hair tied into a ponytail and hung behind her head, her temperament as cold and sullen as winter plums.
It seems that only when standing on the shooting range will the looseness of Li Qiao disappear.
She looked down at the civilian pistol on the table and squeezed it with the handle of the gun. Both the weight and the feel were incomparable with those made by the third brother.
Li Qiao took the magazine and assembled it skillfully. In the next second, he straightened his arm at the front target and fired three shots.
Two shots and ten rings, one shot and eight rings.
Regarding this achievement, Li Qiao narrowed her eyes with a slight dissatisfaction.
She moved her wrist and fired several shots at the bullseye again.
The huge momentum of the bullet flying out of the magazine, with the crackling sound that cut through the air, reverberated almost continuously in the private shooting gallery.
In less than an hour, Li Qiao shot a hundred rounds, until the tiger's mouth was tingling, she dropped her pistol expressionlessly, held the shooting stand with one hand, rubbed her forehead, and her voice was heavy and dumb: "Don't fight. NS..."
Li Cheng always sat on the lounge chair behind her, with his slender legs stretched out, and the overlapping ankles shaking from time to time.
Hearing Li Qiao speaking, he glanced at the recorder, licked his teeth, and smiled, "You played 23 eight rings. This result is on the border, enough for you to die a hundred times."
Li Cheng knows her sister very well. The results of this shooting tonight can only show one thing, her heart is not at peace.
At this time, Li Qiao rubbed her forearm and turned to look at Li Cheng, with slight bloodshot eyes, "Li San, do you know Shang Shaoyan?"
She opened the door and asked, the light in Xiaolu's eyes seemed to be shrouded in haze, and there was no trace of anger.
"Shang Shaoyan?" Li Cheng retracted his upper leg and leaned slightly on his knees, "Yanhuang Group?"
Li Qiao walked up to him, picked up the energy water on the table, took a sip, raised an eyebrow and responded, "Yes, it's him, do you know?"