Days dominated by wife-watching demons

It's not good for Anyang to come directly to the crew, and several people changed their clothes and sat in the coffee shop beside them to wait.

The atmosphere of the threesome was not much better, An Jing sat next to Ge Zijie, and even felt the cold breath around her on her skin.

"Xiao Jing, which flavor of cake do you like?" Mo Yan pushed the menu over.

"No, she doesn't like sweets." Ge Zijie stopped the menu halfway and handed it back to the waiter, "A latte and an American, thank you."

Mo held his chin with his hand in his hand, and narrowed his eyes, "Director Ge is too strong, even if Xiao Jing doesn't eat it, there is Anyang. Last time I saw that little girl liked to eat cakes."

This is deliberately mentioning the fact that An Jing escaped training for a long time last time and brought An Yang and Shining to go on a 'date' with her. An Jing fixed her eyes on her knees and decided to deal with everything with silence.

Having suffered so many losses in front of Ge Zijie, she had already realized a truth, say less and make less mistakes, at least in terms of eloquence, she couldn't shake Ge Zijie's little finger even with all her strength.

"No need." Ge Zijie was unmoved, and put the bag in his hand on the table, "I've already prepared it."

Anyang has a bad stomach, so Ge ​​Zijie usually asks his aunt to make low-sugar and low-fat cakes.

"And Anyang's older sister doesn't allow her to have too many sweets." Ge Zijie smiled for the first time, but it seemed extremely commercial, "I also hope that Mr. Mo will pay more attention to Anyang's body and not cause a burden to others."

While speaking, Ge Zijie grabbed the hand of the person beside him, rubbed it gently in the palm of his hand, and felt every joint of the hand with his fingertips, as if he was playing with something interesting.

At this moment, Anyang's sister's head could get into the table and lowered.

Help……

"elder sister!"

It was as if a fairy really heard her call. At zero o'clock in the atmosphere, the glass door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and the cheerful voice of children came, accompanied by two lively figures.

An Jing stood up from her seat and made a "shh" gesture to An Yang, implying that she should not disturb other people in the store. After An Yang covered her mouth obediently, An Jing burst into a doting smile and gave her Open your hands.

I haven't seen her for more than half a month, An Yang seems to have changed a bit, but standing next to Mo Xianshan, she still looks malnourished, her skin is as white as An Jing's, and she looks like a doll with a milky scent .

The little milk baby jumped into her sister's arms, rubbed her face against her front and began to act coquettishly, "Sister, Anyang misses you so much, Anyang has a lot to say to you."

An Jing rubbed her head, "I'm sorry, my sister is a little busy recently, and I will try my best to spend as much time with you in the future."

"It's okay, if I miss you, I can turn on the TV to watch you, or I can call sister Zijie and ask her to take me to you. You can concentrate on your work and don't be distracted by Anyang." Anyang said on Anjing's face He babbled, "Several girls in our class wanted to imitate your dance during the art performance, but none of their dances were [-]% as good as yours."

"You haven't missed your homework, have you started calculating credits?"

"Sister Zijie, look at my sister. I praised her for dancing beautifully. Why does she only care about my studies?" Anyang stretched out his hand to Ge Zijie who was beside him. The latter followed this movement and hugged her onto his lap. "Yeah, your sister doesn't know how good-looking she is at all."

An Jing's ears were a little hot, Ge Zijie didn't seem to be born with a sense of shame, he spoke very boldly in private, and even said such exaggerated things to children outside.

Mo Xingxing, who was at the side, obviously felt neglected, "Anyang, look at me, do you still remember who sent you here?"

"It's the driver uncle, I thanked him." An Jing sat on Ge Zijie's lap, opened her mouth and took a bite of the cake she handed over, with some cream on her lips, her legs dangling happily.

"..." The frustrated Mo Shanshan could only lean on his aunt, seeking comfort.

As a result, Aunt Mo not only did not comfort her, but even tortured her soul, "Mo Xianshan, did you not hand in the midterm exam report card?"

"Auntie..." Mo Shanshan shook her clothes like a dried dish, "Don't talk about that today."

"Don't ask her, ask me." An Yang smiled, "Mo Xianshan failed all subjects, and was called by the teacher for office education, hahahahahahaha."

"Anyang! Why are you doing this!"

"A little bit..."

It was rare for An Jing to see An Yang with such a lively appearance. She wiped the cream on the corner of her mouth with a smile. Although Mo Shanshan had a grinning personality, he was sincere and kind enough. An Yang was a good friend.

Oh no, Mo Xingxing should be regarded as a 'friend' sent to the door.

An Jing waited for Anyang to eat half of the cake, and went to help her take it away. Anyang also stopped talking restrainedly, turned around and hugged Ge Zijie's neck and acted softly next to her ear, "Sister Zijie, you don't have work tonight Come on, can you take Anyang to play archery, the teacher showed us a movie last week, the male protagonist in it looks so handsome in archery, Anyang also wants to be like him."

Ge Zijie supported Anyang's slender body to prevent her from moving and falling, his eyes were rarely soft, "Ask your sister."

"Sister~" Anyang turned his head and acted like a baby to her, "Sister Zijie agreed, and you will agree too, right?"

"Ah."

One big and one small are all staring at her, how can An Jing not agree.

"I do have a recommended place." Mo Yan interjected at the right time.

"Yes, yes, Anyang, let's go together." Mo Shanshan stared at Anyang with big indifferent eyes.

So, half an hour later, somewhere in the archery field.

Mo Yan led the way, pointing to the right, "That's the novice entertainment area, full of protective gear, plastic bows, and suction cups, so don't worry about getting hurt, Anyang and Shining can play with confidence."

Hearing this, An Jing naturally turned her eyes to one side. A row of them was separated by iron nets, and each person had a single room. Compared with the plastic sucker blades in the entertainment area, the equipment there was the real thing.

The bow and arrow looked very heavy, more than one meter long. A muscular man was aiming and shooting, and the biceps on his arm were tightly collapsed into one piece.

As soon as the finger is loosened, the arrow flies out and hits the target. The arrow is deeply embedded in the target and the body of the arrow shakes. It is really relaxing to watch.

"Want to try?" Ge Zijie noticed that An Jing's gaze had been staring there, "Play with An Yang for a while, and then I'll teach you over there."

"You will?" An Jing looked at Ge Zijie, her eyes sparkled, she really thought archery was cool, and she really wanted to try it.

"Ah."

In fact, Ge Zijie forced himself to quickly learn a variety of sports in a short period of time because he had to engage in various entertainments. Golf, baseball, bowling, and most of the events were able to reach the upper-middle level.

"Then I want to learn."

In fact, children don't need adults to worry too much. The entertainment industry has special teaching assistants. Mo Yanyi ordered one to come over immediately, and take care of the two children alone.

Anyang was so attracted to her attention that she didn't even care about acting like a baby with her sister.

An Jing looked at her from the side for a while, and when she saw that there was really no problem, she and Ge Zijie walked to the other side.

"Straighten your arms." Ge Zijie held An Jing's hand, and led her through the movements, with his voice next to her ear, explaining carefully, "For the first time, don't pay too much attention to the center, just take the whole target as the target, can you?" Even if it fails, it’s pretty good.”

An Jing's back was pressed against Ge Zijie, and her gentle voice was next to her ears, which distracted her a bit, but when Ge Zijie held her hand and slowly drew the bow, she subconsciously tensed up, that kind of The sense of compulsion that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired is too strong.

"Keep your face back, be careful not to be hit by the string." Ge Zijie touched An Jing, and waited for her to lean back a little before starting to count down, "Three...two...one!"

Hearing the last sound, An Jing let go of the fingers holding the string, the bow shook, and the arrow in her hand flew out in the wind.

Snapped!

"It's great." Ge Zijie's voice sounded with a smile, but An Jing's whole body was hot.

"It's just on the top, what are you boasting about?"

"That's great." Ge Zijie looked down at her, clearly saying such words, coupled with her serious eyes, somehow added some credibility.

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"..."

"Director Ge." There was a voice from next door, it was Mo Yan shaking the iron net, "Competition round?"

"Yes." Ge Zijie never flinched when it came to competitions.

An Jing consciously went to the fence to watch the game.

She found an angle and could see Ge Zijie's face. From An Jing's point of view, Ge Zijie's ponytail revealed all the clean lines of her side face. She had a straight nose, deep eye sockets, and her eyes were focused on the target in front of her. Point, pull the string with your hand, the forearm line is smooth and beautiful.

With a sound, the long sword cut through the air, and the sharp arrow pierced the target.

Again.

If Ge Zijie made his debut, An Jing would go bankrupt and go after this star.

The two sharp arrows went down to nine rings, and An Jing applauded her softly from behind.

On the other hand, Mo Yan's archery skills are obviously not as good as her superficial jokes, obviously more serious, two arrows go out, one for ten rings, one for nine rings.

"Do you want a drink of water?" Seeing Ge Zijie licking her lips, An Jing seemed to have a dry mouth, so she quickly handed her the mineral water.

"Thank you." Ge Zijie opened the lid and drank it in a big gulp. Mo Xian, who was beside him, also lay on the iron railing, looking at An Jing with a pitiful look, "Little Jing, I'm thirsty too."

"Mr. Mo...there is water at your feet."

"..."

Ge Zijie's condition was obviously much better in the next few times, and he hit several ten rings in a row, but Mo Yan still kept on chasing him closely.

Now even An Jing, who was a bystander, became nervous. She used all her strength to connect her fingers to the fence, almost touching her face.

As a participant in the competition, Ge Zijie appeared to be much calmer than her. His eyes were as indifferent as they were at the beginning, and it seemed that it was difficult for her to have any emotional fluctuations.

The last arrow was still shot without hesitation.