Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Luo Yangyang's height is at most 1.68 meters. The key point is that she has a small and thin frame, so she looks thin and small, and she can't help but feel weak.

It is hard for Jim to imagine that their so powerful boss would like such a petite and weak little girl.

"Practice, practice guns."

Jim was only wearing a pair of loose camouflage pants and no clothes on the upper body. Luo Yangyang accidentally swept the thick chest hair on his large chest muscles. Her face blushed and she stuttered embarrassedly.

Why don't these people like to wear tops?

Although it is summer, it is still early in the morning, it is not hot at all, and the clothes are not worn, which is too unsightly.

"Practice the gun? Then you practice one and I will see."

Jim lifted his hand and threw the heavy gun at Luo Yangyang.

When Anthony saw Jim throwing the gun, he secretly said that it was bad, but Jim threw it too suddenly, and it was too late for him to stop it.

Luo Yangyang didn't expect Jim to throw a gun. Looking at the **** guy who smashed her head and face, her scalp was numb. If she was hit, it would definitely hurt!

Luo Yangyang, whose eyes panicked with fright, quickly reached out to pick it up.

"what--"

The heavy submachine gun is very big and long. Luo Yangyang thought it would be heavy, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy.

When she was heavy, she finally grasped the barrel of the gun, and her whole body was leaned forward by the weight of the gun. She couldn't bear it and bent forward.

"Eh……"

Luo Yangyang's small body was about to be worn down by the submachine gun. Jim was also shocked to see him. He stepped forward quickly and was about to pick up the submachine gun.

Seeing that the man and the gun were about to fall, Jim's first reaction was to pick up the gun, not to help Luo Yangyang.

Fortunately, when the **** of the rifle was about to hit the dirt floor, Luo Yangyang, who held the barrel firmly with both hands, stabilized its weight and didn't let it sag.

She did not fall to the ground in embarrassment because she could not hold a gun.

"You scared me to death! I thought you were going to abuse my gun!"

Stepping forward with his right leg, Jim, with both hands in a downward gesture, locked his gaze on the **** of the gun just five centimeters from the ground.

After Jim shouted exaggeratedly, he retracted his hand and straightened up, looking at Luo Yangyang slightly dissatisfied.

Because of the weight of the heavy submachine gun, it was really too heavy for Luo Yangyang. She was holding the gun, and now she couldn't hold it and straighten up.

After gently lowering the gun and letting the **** hang gently on the ground, Luo Yangyang straightened up, and the big eyes looking at Jim also contained dissatisfaction.

"This gun is so heavy! Why did you throw it at me? You want to kill me?"

Because of the canonization, Luo Yangyang knew that Jim was afraid to treat her, so she did not suppress her dissatisfaction.

When she reached out to receive the gun, she almost fell on all fours. If she didn't pick up the gun, she might be smashed all over her head and fainted.

This gun is really heavy, there must be 20 catties, maybe 30 catties go up.

"Didn't you say you want to practice the gun? I kindly lent you my gun."

Jim looked at Luo Yangyang slightly apologetically. He swears that he really didn't mean it.

He was accustomed to dealing with men with strong strength, and was negligent for a while. He didn't expect that Luo Yangyang would be too weak to hold a gun.

"Don't look at what kind of gun you are, so heavy, how can I practice it?"

Luo Yangyang read his deep contempt from Jim's expression.