Chapter 115 Victoria's Love

"Shengsheng, I don't have children. You are enough for me." Gong Ye pinched her chin, "You can enjoy my exclusive favor."

"Is it because you can't have children that you hate the Nanchuan family's children so much?"

"You're wrong," he smiled. "I hate all the descendants of Nanchuan."

"The person who injected you with the drug wasn't Nanchuan Shijue. You should go and settle the score with that person!"

"He's the heir of the Nanchuan family, so it's only right for me to take revenge on him."

Ning Fengsheng didn't waste any more words. There was no point in reasoning with this dog. She would find an opportunity to kill him at any time and would never let him hurt Nanchuan Shijue and bring disaster to the world!

…

Rose Garden.

Moss learned from the servants that Nanchuan Shijue entered the shooting range at around five o'clock and had been shooting for more than two hours.

Young master, why don’t you go to bed at dawn and go banging again?

There were more than a dozen human-shaped standees lined up on the field, all of which were 1:1 simulations of Gong Ye.

The signboards were riddled with holes, especially the face, which was burned beyond recognition by the bullet holes...

Nanchuan Shijue wore goggles and a military bib vest to protect his shoulders and back, and aimed his gun at the target.

His shoulders were much broader than those of an average person, and his muscular body, bound by suspenders, bulged through the thin fabric of his clothes.

Very lustful and wild, with overflowing sexual tension.

"Master, you're in excellent shape today." Moss, a towel draped over his arm, approached with a silver tray of tea. "But the gun needs to cool down. Would you like to rest for a while?"

Nanchuan Spyker seemed to have endless energy, shooting continuously like an emotionless robot.

He changed to a revolver and loaded the gun coldly: "Change the rake."

The guards immediately stepped forward and replaced the broken sign with a new one...

Nanchuan Shijue grabbed the teapot and drank it all, then turned around and stared at the gentle face of "Gong Ye", and raised his gun to shoot again!

"Tell me..." The sound of gunfire ripped through the air, "Which is faster, the bullet or his dirty hands?"

There was only a series of gunshots, and the hands of each sign were filled with holes.

Are these idiot hands worthy of touching Ning Fengsheng? Interrupt them all!

"The cornea of ​​a palace dog is something that even dogs wouldn't eat."

There were more consecutive bangs. Nanchuan Shijue sneered and shot holes in the eyes of each standee in turn.

These dog eyes are not fit to stare at Ning Fengsheng, poke them all blind!

Next comes the heart, legs, and head of the standee...

Nanchuan Spyker is like a snow leopard trapped in a cage, biting the invisible shackles with every shot!

Moss watched the young master showing off his power from the side. This was a good way to vent his anger, better than holding it in and sulking.

I can also practice my shooting skills at the same time. In the past few days, I have seen immediate results and can hit the target every time.

"Bitch!" Nanchuan Shijue's short hair was soaked with sweat, and he gripped the gun handle with black leather gloves. Bullets rang out, and the ground was littered with bullet casings.

The morning sun gradually became hotter.

As Moss approached with an ice towel, Nanchuan Shijue suddenly pressed the barrel of his gun to his forehead. "Do you smell it?" He suddenly sniffed the gunpowder frantically. "The blood of the palace dog smells like roses mixed with corpse oil."

"Master, you can't point this gun at random people, it might go off accidentally!" Moss turned pale with fear.

Nanchuan Shijue laughed and moved his gun away.

Moss leaned over to wipe the sweat off his face and said carefully, "I just received news that Miss Ning and Mr. Gong are planning to go to Tiffany's to buy wedding rings."

Nanchuan Shijue leaned back in his chair and suddenly stopped wiping the barrel of his gun.

The shooting range was so quiet that you could hear the rustling of leaves in the wind...

The spots of light filtering through the trees cast a sinister shadow on his face, and the violence boiling in his eyes was freezing into ice at a terrifying speed.

"Go on."

"Tiffany's is selling a pair of Victorian antique rings that are truly a test of sincerity." Moss's voice choked. He looked at the gun oil gradually spreading around the edge of the silk handkerchief in the young master's hand and swallowed. "It is said that only destined lovers are worthy of those rings..."

Bang!

The sudden gunshot hit the rose vine. Nanchuan Shijue held the turned muzzle of the gun and watched the bullet grazed Moss's ear.

"Destined lovers?" He sneered and swung away the smoking revolver. "Is the palace dog also tied to Shengsheng's ring finger?"

Moss was frightened by the gunshot and said, "Master, don't shoot randomly."

"He wants to buy that pair of rings?"

"Recently, many lovers have come here to visit, all for the pair of rings, but so far no couple has been able to withstand the test...Mr. Gong is bringing Miss Ning with him, so naturally that's the case." Moss guessed.

Nanchuan Shijue took off his military bib, stood up and walked forward: "Prepare the car."

"Master, are you going to go like this? You're... all sweaty, and you don't want to change clothes?"

Nanchuan Shijue paused and turned back to the villa instead of heading towards the garage.

…

Raindrops fell on the window.

The emerald rings in the display case glowed faintly, carrying an invisible aura of sadness...

"Miss, you have good taste," the manager said, raising his hand. "This piece of jewelry was designed by the 19th-century Persian Shah for his dying princess. It's named after her, Victoria's Love. This piece of jewelry is only sold to those who truly love each other. Only those who have passed the test of true love can purchase it... It's perfect for couples like you who are about to get married."

Ning Fengsheng frowned and stared at the ring on the display case. This was clearly a family heirloom of the Ning family and his grandmother's dowry. How could it appear here?

Is this a story made up just to attract people's attention?

Ning Fengsheng's face turned pale. Could it be that his father had sold it privately? After all, when the Ning family was down and out, they had pawned many valuables.

At this moment, the revolving glass door made a ding sound.

Nanchuan Shijue strode in with his arm around the woman's waist, and immediately saw Gong Ye leaning against the display case lighting a cigarette, while Ning Fengsheng was leaning over, staring intently at the jewelry in the display case.

Several couples who had just failed the test came out from the inner room.

Drops of water dripped along the tip of the black umbrella. Nanchuan Shijue shook off his rain-soaked windbreaker and let out the woman wrapped in his arms, revealing a dark green suit with surging dark patterns inside.

Moss took the umbrella and coat: "Master, let me take it."

Ning Fengsheng raised his head and looked over here——

Nanchuan Shijue stands out from the crowd, with a row of bodyguards following behind him. No matter where he goes, he is always very impressive, and it is hard not to attract people's attention.

Seeing this man and the woman in his arms, she felt very uncomfortable.

After not seeing each other for half a month, Nanchuan Shijue looked a little thinner, but he was in good spirits.

Because Lin Leixi was pregnant, he protected her very well and didn't even let her get wet in the rain?

In that case, why not just lie down in the hospital? Why are you wandering around here and there?

Lin Leixi's appearance made her eyes hurt!