Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

When Tong Zhenyu took out another ten yuan to the boss, the boss's expression was slightly ugly: "Brother, you... are you still beating?"

Tong Zhenyu looked at the boss with a smile: "You didn't write that a person can only be beaten once, just now my brother was beaten five or six times and you didn't say that you can't do it again?"

The boss was miserable, so he accepted the ten yuan helplessly, and then watched Tong Zhenyu put his gun up again.

A series of nine shots, each shot hit the tenth ring, as accurate as a soldier in the army who specializes in shooting targets.

Zijun stood beside him with Tianyou, Tianyou was very excited, and the people behind him were also very excited, some even pushed and shouted, and some girls were discussing nervously and excitedly with red faces.

"He is handsome, and his posture with the gun is also so handsome, the marksmanship is so accurate!"

"That's right. I don't know if you have been a soldier before. It seems that soldiers are so accurate in shooting targets, right?"

"I'm not interested in whether he was a soldier, I just want to know if he has a girlfriend."

"Tch, there's no need to ask, he is so handsome and well dressed, do you think he looks like someone without a girlfriend?"

"That's right, even if you don't have a girlfriend, it probably won't be your turn, right?"

Being pushed by these people behind, Zijun was a little unsteady, so he took Tianyou to stand aside, and those people got closer to Tong Zhenyu.

Just when Tong Zhenyu shot nine shots and ten rings, and everyone waited quietly for him to hit the ten rings with his tenth shot, Tong Zhenyu suddenly put down the gun.

Everyone was stunned when they saw his action, and Zijun was also puzzled. Unexpectedly, Tong Zhenyu suddenly turned to look at her: "What are you doing standing so far away?"

"..." Zijun was speechless. Isn't there a lot of people? She won't be crowded with people, right?

"Come here," Tong Zhenyu yelled at her again seeing that she was silent.

Before Zijun could answer, a woman beside him asked excitedly, "Did he ask me to come over?"

The girl's companion immediately asked, "Do you know him?"

The girl shook her head, blushing slightly: "I don't know."

"What do you call me if you don't know someone?" The girl's companion gave her a blank look, and was left speechless by her self-indulgent sentimentality.

"Maybe she's attracted to..." Before the girl finished speaking, she saw Tong Zhenyu walking towards her.

Everyone held their breath and stared at Tong Zhenyu nervously and excitedly. Some young girls even fantasized that he would come to me.

Of course, fantasies generally do not exist, so Tong Zhenyu passed over these girls full of fantasies, and directly grabbed Zijun's wrist: "Come here, stand next to me and cheer me on, I seem to be a little unsure about the last shot."

Seeing Tong Zhenyu holding Zijun's hand, the people around couldn't help casting envious glances at Zijun. It turned out that the goddess of luck had landed on her head.

Tianyou followed Zijun with a smile, looked at Tong Zhenyu and said on a whim: "Second brother, why don't you teach sister Zijun to shoot?"

"Target shooting is a man's business," Tong Zhenyu said, looking down at Tianyou beside Zijun.

"Nonsense," Tianyou objected to Tong Zhenyu's fallacy on the spot: "I think there are female archers shooting targets and flying saucers in the Olympics."

"That's right," Zijun said to Tianyou, "If you don't want to teach, don't make excuses."

Tong Zhenyu laughed when he heard this, so he said to her: "Then you stand in front of me, and you can shoot the last shot, okay?"

Before Zijun could react, Tong Zhenyu had already pulled her to him, dragged Zijun's hand to the gun, and asked her to hold it according to the posture, while he lowered his head, his face was close to hers, The gesture was so intimate that Zijun felt a little uncomfortable.

"It's awkward," Tong Zhenyu ordered in a low voice in her ear, holding her hand even tighter: "The first nine shots are all ten rings, this last shot, you can't take the treasure, otherwise the first nine shots will be broken." The gun is useless."

His moist and hot breath sprayed on her neck, with ambiguous itching, Zijun felt the gazes around her, and his face turned red involuntarily.

"Since I'm worried about losing my treasure, I'd better not imitate this shot," Zijun tried to break free from his arms.

"Don't move," Tong Zhenyu uttered two words in a low voice: "If you move around again, you won't know where to shoot after this shot?"

Zijun's face immediately became hot. Under the crowd, Tong Zhenyu actually said such ambiguous words, and his lower abdomen was sticking to her buttocks, and the two of them were so close together.

Unable to break free, the eyes of the people around them were all on the two of them. Zijun glanced at the people around him, and couldn't help but whispered: "Tong Zhenyu, let go, many people are watching us."

Tong Zhenyu smiled and said in a low voice: "Just look at it, what's the matter, didn't you realize that those women are looking at you with envy and jealousy? You hold on to the gun, and then tighten the wrench..."

"But I can't buckle it tight," Zijun said the truth, her palms were sweating, how could she tighten the wrench?

"Come on, fasten it like this," Tong Zhenyu wrapped her small hand with his big hand, put his chin on her shoulder, and said to her softly, aiming at the bull's-eye in front of him, and then pulled down the lever hard.

Following Tong Zhenyu's words, Zijun felt the trigger in her hand being pulled, but she didn't know how it was pulled, and then there was a 'bang' in her ear.

"Hahaha, it's ten rings again," Tianyou shouted excitedly from the side: "Second brother, you are too powerful."

Tong Zhenyu put down the gun, looked at the woman beside you whose face was as red as the sunset in the west, took the love pillow from the boss and handed it to her: "Do you like it?"

Zijun couldn't laugh or cry when he saw this loving pillow. In fact, it is just an ordinary pillow, but it has a different meaning after being shot with a gun.

Thinking of how he teased her when he taught her how to shoot a gun just now, Zijun sternly ignored the love pillow in his hand: "You can buy it anywhere in the mall, and it's the right pillow."

"Oh, I see," Tong Zhenyu turned around, took out another ten yuan and handed it to the boss: "I'll call again."

"Ah, still beating?" The boss's face was already very embarrassing.

"My wife said you need a pair of pillows," Tong Zhenyu ignored the boss's face, handed him the money and took the gun again.

Seeing that the boss's expression was not good, Tong Zhenyu quickly handed the gun to Zijun: "Why don't you shoot these ten guns?"

"I don't know," Zijun shook her head. She had never even touched a gun since she was a child. How could she know how to shoot a gun?

"It's okay, sister Zijun, if you don't know how, second brother can teach you." Tianyou pushed Zijun aside: "Hurry up, let second brother teach you how to shoot a gun."

Zijun was still fiddling, but Tong Zhenyu had already handed her the gun, and said with a smile, "Can't you just stand in front of me and let me teach you how to shoot?"

"Are you teaching?" Zijun gave him a hard look.

Tong Zhenyu smiled, stood beside her, lowered his head to touch her head and said ambiguously: "It doesn't count, I just... want to shoot."

".." Zhang Zijun was speechless, Tong Zhenyu, how long will he be shameless?

The eyes of everyone around were staring, Zijun had no choice but to go forward, picked up the gun, Tong Zhenyu stood behind her, holding the gun in her hand, and his hand held hers, and the two started the battle again. A round of ten ring tour.