The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

Yi Sheng paused for a moment with his trigger finger, and then slowly released it.

Yi Sheng's tone was puzzled: "Isn't Song Kao good at it?"

Song Qingli's face was haggard, and Nuonuo said: "I can't...but I can learn now."

He forced an ugly smile from his face, looked up at Yi Sheng with cold sweat relishing.

The other party was retracting the gun, and when he sensed his gaze, he glanced over, with a high nose and thin lips, sharp eyebrows and eyes hidden in the shadows, with a menacing aura.

"Then learn." Yi Sheng's straight and sharp lip line was tempered by the lightly raised corners of his mouth, and a smile appeared on his indifferent face again.

The bodyguard let go of Song Mingyuan, who seemed to be limp and muddy, and handed Song Qingli another set of shooting equipment.

Song Qingli suppressed the fear in his heart, put the equipment on his upper body, picked up the last gun with trembling hands, and took a deep breath: "Yi, Mr. Yi, Mingyuan committed a crime—"

"boom".

A huge gunshot rang out in the shooting range, and Yi Sheng casually and smoothly threw a shot at the target.

Song Qingli hadn't put on the earmuffs yet, his ears were buzzing non-stop due to the gunshots, and his brain was filled with chaos.

Yi Sheng turned his head, smiled and said to him, "Song Ao, have you seen how to play?"

"Do you need Young Master Song to remind you?"

Song Qingli's mind went blank for a moment, but he finally recovered.

He understood Yi Sheng's subtext, and immediately turned his head to ask Song Mingyuan: "Song Mingyuan, what the hell have you done!"

"Dad, I, I didn't—" Song Mingyuan saw that he was saved for the time being, facing Song Qingli, he wanted to play tricks and deny it as before, and didn't want to bow his head and admit his mistake immediately.

"boom".

Another shot hit the tenth ring.

Song Qingli raised his hand and slapped Song Mingyuan across the face: "You still don't admit your mistake!"

Song Mingyuan's face was hot, and the few courageous gestures were gone: "I was wrong—Dad, I was wrong."

"I shouldn't have gone to find Shen Heqiu - I shouldn't have hit him..."

Song Qingli's complexion followed Song Mingyuan's pouring beans, pinna washing, chewing, clumps and buds

He never thought that Song Mingyuan could be so stupid.

But now there is no room for redemption, Song Mingyuan has obviously committed Yi Cheng's crime deeply.

Song Qingli gritted his teeth, and slapped Song Mingyuan on the back again: "You bastard! Hurry up and confess to Mr. Yi!"

Song Mingyuan was fighting between the two. He looked at Yi Sheng, but quickly looked away.

Admit it?He had already recognized him countless times when he was locked up before, but the other party never wanted to let him go.

Song Mingyuan was afraid that his teeth would be chattering up and down, but Song Qingli forcibly pulled him to Yi Sheng's side.

Song Qingli smiled obsequiously: "Boss Yi...I apologize to you bastard——"

Song Mingyuan bowed his head wisely, kept nodding and bowing: "I'm sorry...I was wrong...I'm sorry..."

There was no gun in the gun, Yi Sheng turned off the safety of the gun, and slowly filled the gun with bullets: "Apologize?"

"Yes... Mingyuan made a mistake in this matter, look at this—"

"You have to be sincere in an apology." Yi Sheng smiled gentlemanly, and said to Song Mingyuan, "Let's choose, left hand or right hand?"

"Boss Yi, this is the election..." Song Qingli had a bad feeling and asked quickly.

After Yi Sheng finished filling out the form, he answered Song Qingli patiently: "Which hand should you use as a target?"

"Gun, target?"

Yi Sheng's voice was almost gentle: "Isn't Song Au good at shooting? For novices, the target of the shooting range is a bit far away. How about Pu Mei's son to practice."

"Song Kao should have shot at such a short distance, right?"

He waited for a while, seeing that the Song family and his son were frozen in place and did not respond, he asked a little strangely: "Why don't you choose, you don't want both hands?"

Song Qingli's scalp was numb and he was sweating coldly.

As for the position of the Patriarch of the Yi family in Nancheng, how did Yi Sheng get to sit there?

Yi Cheng could even murder his own biological father, just to force him to "abdicate to the virtuous", let alone someone who has no blood relationship with him.

Song Qingli had no doubts that if he didn't choose, Yi Sheng might not only cripple Song Mingyuan's hands, but might even cripple Song Mingyuan as a whole.

Better to lose a hand than to lose a life.

Song Qingli took a deep breath, raised the gun in Song Mingyuan's unbelievable eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Left, left hand."

It is better to lose your left hand than to lose your right hand.

Song Qingli was fully prepared mentally. He held the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger with his eyes closed.

"Click."

The sound of the trigger being pulled sounded, but the gunfire that should have followed was not heard for a long time.

Song Qingli opened his eyes, subconsciously pulled it again, but still didn't ejaculate.

He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there was no gun in the gun, but he heard Yi Sheng speak.

"Song Yu, don't be so nervous, the gun's insurance is on."

Song Qingli's face was ashen-colored, and the breath of relief just now was raised again.

While smiling at Yi Cheng, he opened the insurance tremblingly.

But when he put his finger on the trigger again and aimed at Song Mingyuan who was lying on the ground, he no longer had the courage just now.

He couldn't shoot his son.

Song Qingli turned his head and begged Yi Cheng for mercy, crying bitterly: "Mr. Yi, Mr. Yi, please let Mingyuan go, our Song family only has this son..."

Yi Sheng looked at Song Qingli's distressed appearance indifferently, and suddenly closed his eyes and smiled, and raised his hand neatly and shot Song Qingli.

Rubbing past Song Qingli's ear, he fell silent, unable to utter the rest of his begging for mercy.

Yi Sheng withdrew his gun, his smile unchanged: "Song Ao, doing business is the same as doing things, you can't show one thing on the surface and back the other."

"Since you have decided to shoot just now, how about pretending?"

Song Qingli felt chills all over his body when Yi Cheng saw him, he opened and closed his mouth but still couldn't utter a single word.

Feeling bored, Yi Sheng threw the re-insured gun aside to the bodyguard, and put away his smile: "Let me inform Song Ao that Song's cooperation project has been cancelled, and your company's project does not meet my cooperation requirements."

He didn't say the first half of a word to Song Qingli, he turned and left, his leather shoes stepped on the right hand of Song Mingyuan who was still lying on the ground.

Song Mingyuan let out a heart-piercing scream amidst the crisp sound of bone dislocation.

Yi Sheng was indifferent, he turned his head, and lightly gave an order to the bodyguard beside him: "Remember to call the police."

"Yes."

The driver Chen Cheng was waiting in the car outside the gate of the shooting range, but when Yi Sheng opened the door, he saw Lin Chengjun sitting in the front row.

"Boss Yi, your face is quite stinky, isn't it comfortable to take revenge?"

Sitting in the car, Yi Sheng glanced at him expressionlessly: "You do it."

Lin Chengjun blinked: "I wanted to come over and play with guns for a while, but who knew that the shooting range was booked out today."

Yi Sheng sneered: "If you say you heard the news and came here specially to join in the fun, I'll believe it."

Lin Chengjun spread his hands, seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately changed the subject: "Shall we go back to the company now?"

"No." Yi Sheng said slowly, "Go to the hospital."

"Jie Heqiu was discharged from the hospital and went home."

Zhao Qian sat by the hospital bed, cursing and peeling apples for Shen and Qiu.

"You said you, did I just tell you before, pay attention to your body!"

"Pay attention to your body, do you know? Can you write these four words? If it weren't for the fact that you are a sick person, I think you and I should be fined to copy it 100 times!"

Shen Heqiu frowned: "...Fugui, you are so noisy."

Zhao Qian stared, and he stared so hard that Shen and Qiu were a little worried that his eyes would become cross-eyed: "What are you talking about?"

"You're so noisy," Shen Heqiu thought for a while, then added, "And you're so childish."

"How naive?" Zhao Qian angrily waved the half-cut apple in his hand.

Shen Heqiu: "Punish copy."

"Like a primary school student."

Zhao Qian: "..."

He stuck a sliced ​​apple with a toothpick, and put the apple slices into Shen Heqiu's mouth: "Go eat your apple! Singing sounds good, but speaking is not pleasant."

Holding a toothpick, Shen Heqiu bit off half of an apple slice, and said vaguely, "It's time to be discharged from the hospital..."

Although the conditions of the ward he lived in were superior and comfortable, he couldn't get used to it.

He really didn't like hospitals, and he didn't like doctors either.

Because they would expose the fact that he was sick and make everyone around him feel weird.

And since he was a child, his memories of the hospital are very negative...

Shen and Qiu didn't want to think about those things in the past.

He habitually wanted to pull the silver bracelet on his left wrist, but he remembered that his right hand was still on a needle and could not move around, so he silently withdrew his hand and touched it with his eyes.

Silver bracelet... He seemed to have had that dream for a long time.

Before Shen Heqiu could continue to recall, Zhao Qian's strange voice sounded.

Zhao Qian was pricking toothpicks for the remaining apple slices, when Shen Heqiu asked to be discharged from the hospital, his hand was strong, and his posture seemed to be pricking a villain: "The big boss has something to do, and when he is done, think of us little citizens , when will you be discharged from the hospital?"

Shen Heqiu blinked, watching Zhao Qian angrily piercing the apple slices, as if he was going to play with the coiled chain┝ underneath, and didn't ask any more questions.

Fugui doesn't seem to like Yiyou very much...

why?Yi Meal is obviously very good.

He was rescued by Yi Yao again this time... Remember to thank Yi Yao when he comes back.

Shen and Qiu bit the remaining half of the apple slice into their mouths.

The sweet apple juice spread in his mouth, he swallowed it, and suddenly remembered that the tangerine that Yi Sheng fed him was also so sweet.

I don't know if Yi Yao's work is finished.

He kind of wants to eat another candy.

Yi Sheng, who was missed, was on his way back to the hospital.

The sportswear on the shooting range was replaced by a straight suit, and the light coming in from the car window was blocked by his sharp and tough side profile, casting only a shadow.

The phone rang suddenly, and Yi Sheng connected.

"Hey."

"Yi Sheng, are you hospitalized?" The voice from the phone was old and hoarse, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Yi Pengcheng said indifferently, "Why, are you dying at last?"

The author has something to say: Song slag is resolved.

宝贝们，因为星期六要上个榜单，所以星期六的更新会推迟到当天晚上11:30哦qwq感谢在2020-12-0922:31:00~2020-12-1021:39:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of cheese berry;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!