Charlie swung his lighter and lit the cigarette.
In the white smoke, even if he didn't want to look at the opposite side, his eyes glanced at her unconsciously.
In Area B, it was exactly the same as what Farr said. Wendy was wearing a pink shooting suit, which was obviously prepared for shooting. Felix was gently putting the earmuffs on her, and a little boy with a mushroom haircut was standing next to them.
They really looked like a family of three...
Charlie took a deep puff on his cigarette, and he seemed to be choked.
Fle stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, picked up a glass of water and took a sip, and finally cooled down. Fle noticed that Simon was still staring at him with a faint smile, so he pursed his thin lips and repeated what he had said before, "I don't care about the woman who doesn't care about
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me.
Fle didn't know whether he said to Simon or to himself.
Simon was stunned for a moment after hearing his words, and then raised his eyebrows.
"Don't care about her?"
Simon took a look at the broken cigarette roll and curled his lips. Who would believe that?
"Bang-" The staff raised the sign and showed Wendy hit the bull's eye.
Wendy took off her earmuffs and hear the little boy shouting in a low voice, "Wendy, awesome!"
"Great, Wendy!" Felix came to her and said in surprise, "You were not interested in shooting before. When I was shooting, you just sat by the side and looked through your phone. You even didn't show any interest when I taught you. I didn't expect you could hit the bull's eye!"
Wendy blinked and answered, "I came here once with my friends..."
"Only once? And you can hit the bull's eye. It seems that your friend is a better teacher!" Felix smiled and shook the bullet in his hand, ready to be loaded.
"Well, actually, it was only because I'm lucky..." Wendy stammered.
Flowever, a tall and strong figure emerged in her head. The man held her hand from behind, adjusted her posture, and told her to concentrate and relax her muscles. When he was impatient, he threatened her, "If you can't master it, I'll let you lie on the ground and shoot!"
Wendy raised her hand to rub her eyebrows, trying to get the man and his voice out of her head.
What happened to her today?
Wendy put down the gun and didn't want to shoot anymore. She returned to her seat and started to drink juice.
Felix took his son to practice shooting for a while and then walked to her. Fie took off his glasses and earmuffs but did not sit down. He said to her, "I heard from the staff here that Mr. Hogg is also here. I'll go and say hello."
"Oh." Wendy nodded. Of course, she knew Charlie was here.
"Would you like to go with me?" Felix didn't leave and continued asking her.
"No..." Wendy quickly shook her head, lowered her eyes and stroked the little boy's head who was lying on her knees, "I'll play with Daniel."
Felix nodded and left.
About five or six minutes later, Felix returned. Wendy was surprised, "Er... why do you come back in such a short time?"
"When I arrived there, Mr. Hogg had already left." Felix explained with a smile.
"Oh..." Wendy nodded again and couldn't help looking in the direction of the exit.
Charlie and they arrived here almost at the same time. However, he left within half an hour. He might not even touch the gun. Even she didn't see him leaving, but she could imagine that he left with one hand in his pocket.
After that, Wendy with Felix and Daniel stayed in the shooting range for one more hour.
Felix found that she was not interested in shooting, so he took them to dinner. It was almost nine o'clock when Wendy got home.
A man's back appeared in Wendy's dream. The next day was weekend.
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