Song Yun looked over the sound.

Around one corner, a woman in a camouflage appeared.

This woman is very tall and wearing flat shoes. Song Yun probably has to be about 1.7 meters tall, her clean and neat short hair tied up by a rubber band.

He wore a camouflage hat on his head and an electronic gun on his back.

The camouflage uniform looks a bit big and cannot tell the figure, but from Song Yun's perspective, this figure should not be bad.

Looking at that face again, it is a typical melon-shaped face. Although there is not much softness between the eyebrows, it is full of heroism, especially at the corner of the eyebrows, with a Bondi sticking it, and she looks very handsome.

Of course, Song Yun was not very interested in women dressed up like this. He liked pure women, not such a man or woman role. However, when he thought that Shen Yan had to please such a woman, Song Yun felt that he had no need to be arrogant, and this woman's man was Wen Changlin. He was a powerful man. It should be nothing if he had a proper relationship with others.

Wenting walked in the front, behind her was a group of men and women wearing camouflage uniforms.

"Wenting."

Shen Yan pulled Song Yun and greeted him with a smile.

"Um."

Wenting nodded with little smile on her face. After umbling with Shen Yan, she turned to the people behind her and said, "You all go and reflect on each other. How did you fight today's cooperation? Although this is just cooperation on the battlefield, you must know that the shopping mall is like a battlefield! If we cannot cooperate and move smoothly on the battlefield, how can we achieve a tacit understanding in the shopping mall? Although you are my dad's employees, I have to be responsible for my dad's company. Reflect and disband."

After saying that, Wenting clapped her hands and the group of people standing in front of her each lowered their heads and dispersed.

"Damn, I can't cooperate perfectly."

After everyone left, Wenting couldn't help but curse.

Shen Yan smiled and handed over a mineral water, saying, "It's noon, when the sun shines, the human brain will not be clear. It is understandable that it is not good to cooperate."

Wenting nodded, turned on the mineral water and poured it on her head, closed her eyes and let the mineral water flow from her face down her neck to her body.

“It’s so cool.”

Wenting threw away the mineral water**, breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Song Yun and asked, "Shen Yan, is this your friend?"

"This is my brother, Song Yun."

Shen Yan said with a smile.

"Oh! Hello!"

Wenting nodded to Song Yun, saying hello, and then looked Song Yun from beginning to end without hesitation.

“Is it very good?”

Song Yun asked with his eyes narrowed.

"I'm a little thin." Wenting nodded to herself, "You are just as good as fighting snipers. You can't charge, let alone fight hand-to-hand combat."

"I feel so, too."

Song Yun looked at Wenting with a smile, without any unhappiness because others said they were thin.

"Shenyan, how about it? Let's go and shoot the target?" Wenting turned to look at Shenyan and asked.

"I don't know. I can't play with targets since I was a child. I came back to you the key. Your car is too tough." Shen Yan said, looking at Song Yun and said, "Song Yun, give the key to Wen Ting."

Song Yun nodded and handed the key to Wenting.

When Wenting reached for the key, Wenting's hand suddenly grabbed Song Yun's hand.

Song Yun instinctively wanted to dodge, but when he saw that Wenting's speed was still strong and could hurt him, he was still too far away, so he didn't dodge, so he let Wenting's hand hold it in his hand.

"Your hand..."

Wenting frowned and grabbed Song Yun's hand without any consideration for a while.

“The cocoon is so thick.”

Wen Ting said, "And, the muscles are very strong, your tiger's mouth... Have you used daggers before? And do you use them frequently?"

"Um!"

Song Yun did not deny it, but nodded with a smile.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it seems you are a veteran of cold weapons. It's not bad. I just like daggers too. How about it, let's practice?"

Song Yun was stunned for a moment, looked at Wenting and said, "We both? Now?"

"Yes, there is a venue here for me to train! Let me try your best. You may not know that I like to play cold weapons with people the most." Wenting said with a smile.

Song Yun frowned and instinctively wanted to refuse. What he practiced was all killing techniques. If he couldn't control himself, let alone killing Wenting, or even slamming Wenting, he probably wouldn't let it go with him. It would be obvious that it would be unprofitable to offend Wen Changlin because of such a thing.

"I'm not your opponent." Song Yun shook his head and said.

"It's okay, I'll let you play, don't be afraid. I have a dagger that can't hurt anyone." Wenting said, unable to wait to pull Song Yun's hand and said, "Let's go, go, a big man, what's the matter with a hesitant?"

Song Yun glanced at Shen Yan helplessly, and Shen Yan quickly looked at the sky.

"Let's go, Shenyan, come too! I'll take you to see a master after you're done. Let's have dinner together in the evening. After dinner, I'll call my dad out and you'll talk about your affairs!"

Wenting said.

Shen Yan quickly looked at Wen Ting with a smile on his face and said, "Let's go. Let's tell you, Song Yun is a master of daggers. If you two have to have a good time playing, you will definitely be able to have a great time."

"My grass, just sold me like that?"

Song Yun glared at Shenyan.

Shen Yan winked at Song Yun for a while.

"For the sake of brothers, Song Yun, please sacrifice it."

Song Yun had no choice but to be pulled to a two-story building next to him by Wenting.

Wenting seemed to have no idea that men and women would not be able to get along with each other. She pulled Song Yun directly to the second floor, and then opened the iron door. It was a large room of about 100 square meters. The room was covered with wooden floors, surrounded by mirrors, and shelves, which were filled with various cold weapons, guns, sticks, and magic horses.

"I'm going, so professional?"

Song Yun looked around in surprise.

“This is my practice room.”

Wenting walked to the air on her own and said, "What dagger are you good at using? Or are you a weapon, sword, or gun?"

Song Yun used to the vulgarity of the surname, thinking that I was used to using sticks, but when I thought of this guy, I probably couldn't resist teasing, so Song Yun put down his mind and said, "Dagger, whatever you want."

Bang.

A Nepalese saber flew towards Song Yun.

Song Yun raised his hand and grabbed it directly on the hilt of the knife.
Chapter completed!