True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Chapter 82: Seventeen-year-old Yaoyao, happy birthday

  Chapter 82 Seventeen-year-old Yaoyao, happy birthday

  "The straight-line distance is 534 meters."

  "The wind speed is 2.7 meters per second."

  "There is no fog or dust in the air, and the visibility is high."

  Such distance and weather are a rare opportunity for sharpshooters.

  There is a black earphone hanging on his right auricle.

  A black stretch tights, blending with the night.

  This location has a wide viewing angle, but it is very hidden and difficult to be found.

  There is a sound coming from the headset.

   "Ready to do it?"

   "Not yet." The sharpshooter frowned, holding a binoculars, "He is also with an old man next to him. When he is alone, I will act again."

  It's not because he is afraid of hurting the innocent, but he wants to keep the movement to a minimum.

  The sound in the headset continues.

  "I really don’t need my help? You tell me his information. If I act together, he is absolutely inevitable."

   "No need." The sharpshooter refused without even thinking about it, "How can someone I find share with you?"

  Billion U.S. dollars.

  As long as he can complete the reward, he can rest for a few years.

  The information was also found with great difficulty. How could it be told to other hunters?

   "Hey, okay." The voice in the headset is indifferent, "but I can remind you that just a while ago, the 94th of the gun list missed."

   "I didn't hit five bullets in a row, and I was dealing with an ordinary person. You have to be careful."

  The sharpshooter sneered: "Take care of yourself."

  He is ranked seventh on the Gun God list.

  The 94th place can be compared with him?

  What a joke.

  The sharpshooter interrupted the call, took off the headset and threw it aside.

  He re-adjusted the height, then leaned down again.

  **

  In the apartment.

  Wen Fengmian's body has improved a lot under the conditioning of Ying Zijin.

   Therefore, he insisted on making all the dishes on the table tonight, and Wen Tinglan was fighting.

   is not expensive either, they are all home-cooked dishes, but they are delicious in color, flavor, and flavor.

  There is a big cake in the middle and candles beside it.

  Wen Fengmian took off his apron and wiped his hands: "The family is young, so the three of you laughed."

  He has lived in Qingshui County for more than ten years, and this is the first time he has come to Shanghai.

  Except for Zhong Manhua, who had been to Qingshui County, Wen Fengmian had never been in contact with the four giants, so he was still a little worried.

   "Mr. Wen, what are you talking about?" Mr. Zhong got up hurriedly, "It's my honor to be here. You are so kind."

  Aside, Mr. Fu stared at the cake, his eyes straightened.

  Fu Yun lifted his eyelids deeply, smiling but not smiling: "Grandpa."

   "Ah? Ahem!" Old Fu coughed and said solemnly, "It's not small, I think it's good. I used to squeeze in the same room with Old Man Zhong. What's that."

  The older generation has experienced famine, but they are not so expensive.

  Wen Fengmian was surprised by the attitude of the two old men, and his heart relaxed.

  Father Fu said to the girl again: "Zi Jing, don't you think your grandpa is old or a roaring emperor, he used to be timid and afraid of the dark."

  Ying Ziying propped his chin and raised his eyebrows.

  Old man Zhong was furious: "Old man Fu, you don't want to tell the truth in front of my granddaughter. You do the calculations yourself. When you were young, how many snacks did you steal from Lao Tzu?"

  嬴子衿: "……"

  Fu Yunshen: "……"

  Fu old man triumphantly: "That's you too stupid, so you can't catch me."

  Old man Zhong was furious: "I'm pooh!"

  He got angry when he mentioned this.

  When they were young, they were also brothers who grew up naked.

  He has been to the Fu's house, and Mr. Fu has also been to the Zhong's house.

  As a result, every time Mr. Fu came to Zhong's house, his snacks disappeared.

  Later, Mr. Zhong found out that Mr. Fu did everything.

  Steal his maltose.

  Steal his pea yellow.

   Still all the bags are taken away, and there is no scum left to him.

  Look, is this a human thing?

  Wen Tinglan, who had been silent, finally raised her head, his expression fluctuating slightly.

  He has to protect the snacks his sister bought him.

  Because they are from my own family, although this birthday is not grand, it is very warm and enjoyable.

  Master Fu is in poor health, so he has to go back to rest after eating.

   "Yaoyao, wait for me." Fu Yunshen got up, "I will send Grandpa back, and come back later."

   "Huh?" Ying Zijin was clearing the plates, "The cakes are all finished, what are you doing back?"

  "……"

  He is sure that the child is not ruthless, it is true.

  Fu Yun smiled helplessly: "Birthdays can't just be celebrated like this."

  嬴子衿 thought a little: "I think I am very satisfied."

   "Brother is still not satisfied." Fu Yun tapped her forehead deeply and said unhurriedly, "At nine o'clock, there is a surprise."

  On the other side, Mr. Zhong is pulling Wen Fengmian to thank him.

  "Thank you, thank you so much for taking care of Zijin over the years. If you did not take her back, I really don’t know..."

  Here, I didn’t say anything.

  Because everyone knows what the result will be.

  If children over one year old are lost, even if they are not picked up by traffickers, they will starve to death.

  Wen Fengmian pushed the bank card back, coughing: "This is what I should."

Mr. Zhong felt that the Wen family's tutor was really good, and he did not force it anymore: "Mr. Wen will have any difficulties in the future, you can find me, those of the Ying family, you just treat them as rotten cabbage and you haven't seen it. "

  Wen Fengmian did not nod or shook his head, smiled, and went to the kitchen to help Ying Zijin wash the dishes.

  Elder Zhong was still sitting at the table drinking, and suddenly remembered something.

   hiss.

  He seems to have seen Wen Fengmian somewhere, and he always feels a bit familiar.

where is it……

  Master Zhong thought about it for a long time, but didn't think about it, and simply took another sip of wine.

  He turned his head and pulled the young man: "Xiaolan, Old Man Fu is too savvy. Come with me, don't let me, grandpa is not afraid."

  Master Zhong also liked Wen Tinglan very much, so he asked Ying Zijin to call him grandfather.

  He has an extra grandson.

  He is so happy.

  Wen Tinglan raised his head and looked at him faintly: "...Don't."

   "You want, you want." Master Zhong couldn't help but push Heizi over, "If you beat Grandpa, Grandpa will give you a big red envelope."

  The last sentence made Wen Tinglan hold the chess piece decisively: "Deal."

  Master Zhong, who has not yet woken up from the wine: "..."

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  **

  Outside.

  The sharpshooter was still staring at the opposite building, but for too long, he became somewhat impatient.

  Finally, after waiting for an hour, the man appeared in the sight again.

  This time, it’s a person.

  It's nine o'clock in the evening, and there are no people in the community.

very quiet.

  The sharpshooter breathed a sigh of relief, then raised the muzzle again and aimed it at the man's head.

  Slide your finger to the trigger, ready to squeeze it.

  But just then, he was patted on the shoulder.

  (End of this chapter)

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