American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 92: Chapter 92

Chapter 92 92 You hate me

Before someone is confident that he can pry off his corner, he will not take action rashly, otherwise, he will be humiliating himself.

What made Ron very satisfied was that he didn't see Brandon as his bodyguard today, just the two of them.

The two entered the indoor shooting range.

They checked the firearm and then loaded the bullet into the magazine.

Both of them put on black noise-canceling headphones.

"You first, or me first!"

"Lady first!"

"All right!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Grace held the gun with both hands and pulled the trigger. Grace, wearing a small suit and a serious look on her face, was really heroic, especially her pair of southerly eyes staring at the target, her expression full of seriousness.

It is said that serious men will be very handsome. In fact, women are not bad either.

The key is, Grace's marksmanship is pretty good.

The five-meter target all has 10 rings, the 10-meter target also has 10 rings, and the worst one has 7 rings.

The farther away you shoot, the worse the accuracy will naturally be, but there is no chance of missing the target. The worst is 4 rings.

Ron looked at Grace and kept slapping his hands, "Pah, pat, pat."

"Wow, that's really impressive."

Grace had a smile on her lips, "It's far worse than you, isn't it?"

"No, you are not worse than me at all. You just need to correct your movements. I promise you are not worse than me at all. I promise..." Ron walked over and stood behind Grace.

Then, he grabbed Grace's hands from behind.

The two slender white hands were a little cold and a little soft, and Grace's body was also very soft.

Ron sniffed the faint fragrance of Grace, and then said in a low voice: "Raise the pistol like this and look at the target!"

Grace felt Ron pressing against her behind, and her body trembled instinctively.

She was feeling somewhat at ease before suddenly feeling stiff and having difficulty moving.

Until Ron's voice came from behind her ears, and the hot air hit her ears, which made Grace's cheeks blush slightly.

When she thought that the Ron hugging her was originally introduced by a friend, Grace's heart was pounding and her body felt as if she had a fever.

Guilt, shyness, excitement, sweetness and other feelings all came to my mind.

This feeling is both scary and fascinating.

"Don't be distracted, feel my movements carefully."

Seeing that Grace was distracted, Ron quickly reminded her seriously.

Ron's pistol mastery is at full level, and the feeling of being fed a gun by countless bullets is something that Grace cannot compare to.

Although Grace would come to practice shooting on weekends, she only came occasionally, and she didn't actually spend much time doing it every year.

Following Ron's reminder, she quickly put away the ripples in her heart and stared at the aim of the pistol.

Then Ron held Grace's palm and placed his index finger on hers.

Pull the trigger decisively.

"Bang bang bang..."

Gunshots rang out and bullets were fired.

10 rings, 10 rings...still boring 10 rings.

About five minutes later, all the moving targets were shot, and all were 10 rings without exception.

A faint smell of gunpowder spread in the air, and a sense of accomplishment poured into Grace's heart.

Although, she knew that so many 10-ring achievements could only be achieved with Ron's help.

But she still feels very accomplished.

Who said there is no sense of accomplishment when being led by teammates?

That is to underestimate people's preference for their own contributions.

After achieving success, people always tend to exaggerate their contributions.

Just like after hitting all 10 rings this time, Grace certainly feels that her contribution is quite big.

Although, without Ron, she would never be able to achieve such results.

"Wow, awesome!"

Grace screamed excitedly, and then the two hugged each other tightly.

She didn't react until the excitement passed, and then there were still two abnormal blushes on her little face.

Grace was about to push Ron away, but at this moment Ron lowered his head and pressed hard on Grace's lips.

Grace's eyes widened, she looked at the face so close in surprise, and she whimpered.

This gave Ron an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Realizing that she was being attacked, Grace pushed Ron away with all her strength.

It's a pity, how could she push away Ron's body, which is stronger than an ox?

Grace was at a loss. Ron's sneak attack made her infinitely addicted, which made her heart beat faster and her breathing quicken.

Then he thought of Ron's identity. He was a junior of his friend. His rationality came back online and he tried hard to push Ron away.

Still unable to push him away, in desperation, he slapped Ron on the face.

Feel the pain on your face.

Ron woke up, and then slowly let go of Grace.

Grace wiped her lips and then looked at Ron, "Ron, you have crossed the line. Melinda is a very, very good friend of mine, and Melinda is your aunt. We can't, if Melinda knows that we

...She will kill me..."

Ron was helpless, because his good looks were useless.

It seems that the relationship between them has not reached that stage yet.

"Okay, my bad!" Ron said, seemingly a little disappointed.

Seeing Ron like this, Grace quickly added: "No, no, give me some time!"

"Yeah?"

"Um!"

Grace nodded slightly, her head lowered involuntarily.

Next, Ron never did anything extreme again, and of course extreme means kissing.

As for the normal actions of instructing Grace, Ron naturally continued shamelessly.

Grace comforted herself that she endured it for the sake of the plan, but at the same time she wanted to enjoy Ron's hands and feet.

Until she felt that something had gone wrong, Grace reluctantly refused Ron's continued guidance of her movements.

After dinner, Ron sent Grace to the manor as usual.

The two stopped in front of the house.

"Don't you want me to come in and sit down?" Ron offered.

Grace raised her head slightly and looked at Ron with bright eyes.

As if being burned by Ron's hot eyes, he looked away immediately.

"Uh...it's a bit late today!"

"You hate me? If so, I will never bother you again." Ron said with red eyes.

Grace saw that Ron seemed to be shocked and shook her head quickly, "No, no, then... then come in and sit down!"

The two walked in, and behind Grace, Ron showed a successful smile.

Of course he did it on purpose just now.

But it's just playing hard to get.

Grace really has feelings for him.

now it's right.

Then Grace changed into a pair of silver-gray silk pajamas, and put on a black cashmere jacket. The fair skin on her chest and slender calves were completely exposed.

How could Ron endure seeing Grace like this?

He hugged her directly and then kissed her. Grace tried pushing, slapping, and struggling.

Ron, who turned into a beast, was not moved at all. In fact, Ron had aroused Grace's desire.

Ron touched her in the afternoon, but in fact, she was putting up with it.

Completely aroused at this moment, she turned her struggle into cooperation, hugged Ron's neck tightly with both hands, and cooperated fiercely.

Good friends, Melinda, go to hell... All restraints have been thrown out of the window by her.

Seeing this, Ron picked up Grace's long white legs and rushed upstairs.

Soon, we arrived at the bedroom.

Ron ripped off his tie and the buttons of his shirt flew off.

"ah!"

Grace looked up at Ron with affectionate eyes.

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