At the shooting range, Mao Zige and Song Yuanchao, who were off duty, were accompanying Chen Rou to practice shooting.

As a special case, Mr. Nie is exempt from the alcohol ban and can drink alcohol during work hours, but of course there are restrictions: 200ml per day. He used to work for the KGB, and the training of Chinese soldiers is similar to theirs.

He didn't know Chen Rou's background, so he also regarded her as Song Yuanchao's comrade-in-arms.

The target was moving, and they should have fired simultaneously, but he fired first and deliberately tilted his elbow towards Song Yuanchao's side. The impact of the bullet caused the target to deflect, so Song Yuanchao would definitely miss.

But just as he fired, Chen Rou also raised her hand, and as the target hit her side, the entire moving target tilted towards Song Yuanchao, hitting the bullseye perfectly.

Mao Zige smiled and shook his head: "No wonder you're comrades-in-arms. Even couples don't have the same level of understanding as you two."

Song Yuanchao's cooperation with Chen Rou was so impressive that even Chen Ke had to admire his skill.

However, it doesn't involve much skill; it's just about playing together a lot and getting to know each other's temperaments and habits.

But when Maozi mentioned couples, Chen Rou thought of something: "I heard your wife is coming to Hong Kong?"

Unlike Sam and his ilk, who leave once they've made enough money, like Ram, who recently heard that his enemy, the mafia boss, had passed away, and started thinking about quitting his job and going back home, the Russian guy is a refugee. He's working hard because he hopes to bring his wife and children here to live, since their country's economy is in a slump.

It seems things have been going quite smoothly these past few months, because Maozi said, "My wife is in Sanya with the children, having a wonderful vacation. They'll be coming to Hong Kong soon, and we plan to live here permanently."

Song Yuanchao said with a smile, "Moreover, we've already agreed that after we return, the boss won't need bodyguards anymore. We'll follow you, Madam, and start a bodyguard company together."

Even if he returns, Nie Zhao will still need bodyguards. But given how much the boss relies on Song Zai, he should be able to work until his return. However, he wants to do business with Chen Rou, which is why he said that.

Strangely, the boss has been so engrossed in taking care of his child these past few months that he can't tear himself away. Now, at 7 p.m., he plays with the child, feeds him, and puts him to sleep until around 9 p.m. before going downstairs to work overtime.

So these two hours are also the most relaxed time for the bodyguards, but as a clear cough sounded behind them, the Russian guy turned around first and exclaimed, "Boss?"

Song Yuanchao was still a little skeptical, thinking that the Russian guy was just trying to scare him. But when he turned around, he was surprised to see that it really was the boss, dressed in casual clothes with a T-shirt and pants, standing behind them with his hands in his pockets.

Seeing the boss's expression, Song Yuanchao put down his gun and turned to stand behind him.

Chen Rou was quite surprised to see Nie Zhao holding a pistol and asked, "Where's A Yuan?"

Actually, Nie Zhao also found it strange: "He went to bed very early today, and I didn't even have to coax him; he just fell asleep on his own."

He added, "I estimate he'll wake up around 2 a.m., we'll talk about it then."

Chen Rou guessed that it was because she took the child out to play for a long time and didn't let him take an afternoon nap, so the child was sleepy early.

Maybe he'll sleep better after playing so much, and he'll be able to sleep soundly until dawn.

In Chen Rou's opinion, Nie Zhao was too careful and mentally exhausting when taking care of the child, just like Lin Daiyu, he was purely draining himself.

He rarely has free time, and he's done a good job taking care of the kids, so firing a couple of shots to relax is good. He's holding a Desert Eagle, a pistol, so the recoil isn't too strong, which is just right. She pointed to the fixed target in the distance: "Shoot that one."

Then, standing on tiptoe, he helped Nie Zhao: "Come on, let me help you adjust your posture so you don't strain your muscles."

Mr. Nie has been unable to work out properly these past few months; the only exercise he gets is carrying his baby, and it's true, even lifting his arms hurts.

However, he first glanced back, and only after the group of bodyguards had retreated far away did he turn back again.

Having a renowned teacher makes all the difference. At Chen Rou's command, he pulled the trigger, and upon closer inspection, it was a perfect score: seven rings.

Because only professionally trained people can control the recoil of a gun, laymen like Nie Zhao have to hold the gun with both hands when shooting, otherwise the bullets will fly around randomly.

Of course, after playing a few rounds patiently and getting used to the recoil, Nie Zhao can also try playing with one hand.

His wife, the richest man in China, was his coach, and he performed very well. In one game, he even scored nine rings.

However, Nie Zhao himself did not put in the effort, because the trajectories of the bullets he fired were all laid out by his wife.

Today he had something very important to say, and he didn't want to talk about it at home. Since it was a good time to chat, he started by saying, "The day A Yuan was born, Song Zai called and said that A Yuan had kicked you so badly that you could barely walk."

While it's not quite that extreme, Nie Zhao definitely couldn't take a punch to the ribs, but Chen Rou could.

So she was indeed hurt by her son's kick that day, but she only said, "Ah Yuan is naturally strong."

Nie Zhao nodded and said, "When I rushed to the hospital, I was filled with unprecedented fear because I didn't know what I was going to face. I was afraid that the doctor would say that I had a difficult labor and ask me whether I wanted to save the mother or the baby."

Chen Rou understood; he had something to say. So she asked, "So?"

This time she wanted to help him calibrate, but Nie Zhao dodged and aimed at the target himself.

As the bullet was fired, neither of them was wearing headphones, and both experienced a ringing in their ears. Nie Zhao missed, and the bullet left the target and flew into the distant bushes.

He wasn't discouraged, nor did he look at the bullets. Instead, he turned around and said, "But one sentence of yours brought me back to reality and calmed me down. Do you know what that sentence was?"

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