You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1318

Chapter 1318

Finally, the disgusting party was over.

On the way back to Pinkrose, Joyce breathed a long sigh of relief in the car.

"What? Hate this kind of political activity?" Luther asked as he drove and glanced at her.

"Hmmm. It's more annoying than commercial activities. Business events are nothing but a conspiracy, and the hook-ups here, the faces of those council members are so disgusting." Joyce rubbed her brow.

"Want to get some sleep, it's a long way back." Luther reached over and tugged a blanket from the back seat.

"No, I don't want to sleep." Joyce sat up a little more upright.

She actually felt a bit flustered and confused, with a kind of confusion about the unknown without certainty.

"Your moving target, why did you hit it so well too? Have you practiced?" Luther asked curiously.

He was under the impression that Joyce always hit fixed targets and that training for moving targets should be completely different. But Joyce dealt with the bad guys every time, and the shots hit where she wanted to hit, and he never asked.

"Oh, practiced. Once upon a time when I participated in a competition, I chose two events, 10m air pistol, and two-way skeet. So the grasp of moving targets is not worse than fixed targets." Joyce explained.

"No wonder." Luther smiled lightly.

He took a deep breath, "To think that the situation was critical and you were able to hit Ricky in the forehead with a single shot while being jolted back by the bomb."

Joyce recalls the past and is suddenly silent for a moment.

Her voice was a little unnatural, "Well, keeping him is always a curse."

Luther did not speak again. A smile curled up on his lips, he understood, at that time, her determined psychology, even if he died, but also to take Ricky together.