Heartthrob's Guide to Rollovers

The atmosphere froze immediately.

The security guard's heart pounded. Although he couldn't find any information about this person in the three-digit membership profile of the clubhouse, he was indeed quite discerning to be assigned to such an important position as guarding the shooting room.

The young man in front of him was dressed simply but had an extraordinary bearing. He exuded a calm and confident confidence. He was an existence that a small person like him could not afford to offend.

If it was normal, he would definitely let the other party have a good time, but the one who is in the room now is a boss who cannot be offended. The security guard is in a dilemma, and a little cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

At this moment, a deep and slow voice came from the room: "Please come in."

Plain, but with the aura of superiors who are used to giving orders.

The two security guards were taken aback for a moment, and at the same time showed expressions of surprise to shock, looked at each other, and quickly chose to let them go.

The more he said, the more he pushed the door open, and only then did he see the man's face in his eyes.

The black hair was combed up casually, and the facial features were clear and handsome, with a mature charm that had been tempered and polished over the years, elegant and self-sustaining.

Two buttons on the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing fair skin, wide shoulders, narrow waist and hips, thin waist with faint explosive power, and slim trousers outlined a perfect curve, making the legs even more slender and powerful .

Just looking at his figure, Yueci, who thought he had read Qianfan, felt a little restless in his heart.

However, at this time, the man was also looking at him, with a pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes that were unfathomably cold and oppressive.

Seeing him, Yueci suddenly felt a sense of danger of being targeted by a large beast, and a thrilling trembling spread in his heart.

Extremely beautiful, but also extremely difficult to mess with.

——But such a beauty is exciting enough.

His beauty is not only about his appearance, but more importantly, his aura of superiority over everything else, especially when the two are mixed together, it is so beautiful that Yue Ci can't take his eyes off him.

Facing this overwhelming momentum, Yue Ci was not affected at all, but chuckled lightly, and praised: "The marksmanship is very accurate, I am fascinated by it from the outside."

Mr. Fu expected a long time ago that he would definitely meet this little fox in the future, but he was slightly surprised that the opportunity came so quickly.

He looked at the young man in front of him with a half-smile, his narrow Danfeng eyes lightly swept over his fingers, and asked, "Can you play?"

Yue Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, without the slightest sense of humiliation of being underestimated by a beauty. His fingers slid across a row of wooden warehouses of different models, and with a slight tap of his index finger, he casually picked up a delicate short wooden warehouse, and raised his chin slightly. , squinting at the bull's-eye, and pulling the trigger.

one more time.

A full ten beats, ten rings.

Mu Cang was casually held in his hand and turned around. He turned his head and met the man's unfathomable eyes. The tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and he asked with a light smile, "Can I still get into your eyes?"

His body leaned slightly, and the distance from the man was less than a step away, and the sound of breathing was clearly audible.

Qinglian's eyes met the opponent's bottomless red phoenix eyes forcefully, the eyes intertwined, and the atmosphere was ambiguous and tense.

Mr. Fu squinted his eyes and looked at the unscrupulous little fox in front of him. The young man's peach blossom eyes were filled with inexhaustible loveliness, his white porcelain cheeks were as gorgeous as peaches and plums, and his flamboyant and wanton smile was shockingly beautiful.

Even people who are not close to beauty should pay attention to it.

His eyes moved down slightly, and the slender neck came into view. The graceful curvature was as white as the finest suet jade, no, it was three points more delicate than the jade wrench in his hand. You can imagine how much his touch is. Silky and tender.

Yueci's breathing was gentle and powerful, the white chest inside the shirt was rising and falling slightly, his eyes were full of tenderness, but the beating frequency of his heart was still steady and natural, without any loss of composure.

It's this kind of ease, but it arouses the man's desire to conquer more and more, wanting to break his false disguise and make him show a distraught gaffe.

The fundus of Fu Sanye's eyes was dim, and the ink-colored clouds silently opened, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and the impulse surged up suddenly, and there was still a strange heat on his body.

Then at this moment, the door of the shooting room was pushed open again, and a cold and urgent voice that could not be ignored suddenly sounded: "Yue Ci!"

The waves between the two people are undercurrents, there is vague ambiguity, and the evenly matched battle is broken into pieces in an instant, blowing away with the wind.

Yueci raised his eyebrows and looked away first, only to see Fang Zhonggui rushing over, his thin lips tightly pursed, his black eyes fixed on Yueci, with unconcealable anxiety and concern, and subtle Anxiety and panic.

Yue Ci was surprised, Fang Zhonggui's appearance at this time was like facing an untouchable dream, which would shatter at the touch of a touch, but in his heart he was extremely eager for the dream to come true, and his heart was torn between fear and expectation.

His body moved slightly, distanced himself from Mr. Fu, and walked towards Fang Zhonggui, with a smile on his lips, with a comforting meaning: "I'm here, what's wrong?"

At this moment, the man beside him suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, the strength was so strong that he was completely fixed in place, the tall figure slowly approached, and the thick aggressiveness surrounded Yue Ci.

Fang Zhonggui's eyes froze, and his anxious and urgent mood seemed to have been poured with cold water. He woke up instantly, and his voice was a bit hesitant: "Third Uncle...?"

Yue Ci was surprised: "Are you uncles and nephews?" As he spoke, his eyes flicked back and forth between the man beside him and Fang Zhonggui.

The man looks about the same age as Fang Zhonggui, but his demeanor is more extraordinary, with the restrained charm accumulated over time.

Different from Fang Zhonggui, a scholar who pursues art, he looks like a high-ranking person who has been in a high position for a long time and holds great power. His speech and behavior have a sharp momentum that is used to giving orders.

Fang Zhonggui's eyes flashed a trace of emotion that was almost imperceptible, and he keenly felt the extraordinary aura between Yue Ci and Mr. Fu, and the big hand on the young man's shoulder looked extraordinarily glaring. It made his usual indifferent mood surge into a burst of irritability in an instant.

Obviously, the anger in his heart is enough to start a prairie fire, but he still has an elegant and decent smile on his face, and his body even cuts off the physical contact between the two without a trace. Politely: "Third Uncle, I'm sorry, Ah Ci disturbed you."

Ah Ci, this title is really intimate, as if a barrier separates Mr. Fu from the world between him and Yue Ci.

Fang Zhonggui's attitude is rarely so strong, what's more, he is facing someone he has always respected, a family friend of the Fang family, the head of the Fu family, Mr. Fu.

Fu Sanye's eyes were light, without any emotional fluctuations, and his voice was low and solid: "It's okay."

Simple and indifferent, it seems that he doesn't take the provocation of the younger generation at all.

Looking at Yueci again, he smiled lightly and said, "Don't you like playing with wooden warehouses? Come here, and I'll accompany you to choose a model that suits you."

Fang Zhonggui frowned, and subconsciously clenched Yueci's hand. When he looked at Fu Sanye, his tone was already a bit unkind: "No need, Sanshu, Ah Ci drank alcohol today, so it's not suitable for him to touch such a dangerous thing."

Yueci's eyelids twitched, seeing the open and secret struggle between the two.One looked moody and angry, but in fact he was terrifying and aggressive, and the other smiled indifferently but refused to take half a step back forcefully, pinching him in the middle and making him unable to move.

The Shura field where beauties are jealous is commonplace for him, but such a fierce battle between the "false uncle and nephew" is relatively rare.

At this moment, "Third Uncle" let out a low "heh", without a smile, and the coldness pierced the bones, and the atmosphere in the whole room instantly dropped to freezing point.

"It's not your turn to make decisions about him."