The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

After hearing a positive answer, Cheng Huan was a little happy. She pushed open the prototype glass door, took her son out of it, and asked Jiang Mingyuan, "Where do we go first?"

Jiang Mingyuan said, "Wait for old Liu first."

Old Liu, they also live in this hotel, they rent the villa next door, a helicopter style.

The three waited at the door and saw the old Liu family. Old Liu and Madam Liu walked in front, and their son followed.

Two groups of people would reconcile, and after discussing the meeting, they decided to go to the garrison camp first. Old Liu had been a soldier there for a few years. He was very familiar and could guide them.

The garrison camp has been converted into a museum, and the original barracks was the exhibition hall.

Several people drove to their destination. From the time they got off, Lao Liu's mouth never stopped.

At the door: "The sentry box at this door wasn't available when I was a soldier. It must have been built later."

I walked in the door and saw the tree: "The tree was carried when I was a soldier. There was no fresh water on the island. We went to pick up the water when it rained and kept pouring it. I didn't expect it to grow so big."

Arriving at the barracks: "I was living on the third floor at that time. There were eight people in one room. We will take a look later. I don't know if the room is still there."

The barracks has been very different from the previous ones. It has been divided into individual exhibition halls. The booth surrounded by glass is filled with many things that have been used. There are shovel, pot, rolling pin, military uniform. These are some common things. Nothing special.

Lao Liu was still thinking about these seemingly ordinary things. He introduced the scenes of these things like several treasures to the introducer. Under his description, those memories of the past seemed to turn into vivid scenes and emerged. In front of others.

Not only a few of them stayed in this exhibition hall, but also several other tourists. The things on display here were unremarkable and hard to arouse the interest of others. They were all about to leave. As a result, they heard Lao Liu's explanation and started again. With interest, he turned around and listened to his story.

Some people joined the show. Old Liu was even more excited. He almost answered all questions. The original staff in the exhibition hall was crowded aside and looked awkward.

There were many people, Cheng Huan was afraid that the children would be crowded, and when they spoke, they brought the stars back and Jiang Mingyuan guarded them and followed them.

The exhibition hall on the first floor was not large. They had almost visited it just now, and there was nothing to look at. Cheng Huan proposed to go and take a look.

The proposal was unanimously approved by the father and son, and the three walked down the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor has also undergone a major transformation and is more entertaining. The first is a combat exercise room. Enter the room. There is a map on the wall. There is a large sand table in the middle of the house. The red and blue sides face each other. The killing was extremely fierce.

There is only one copy of the sandbox, but many people want to experience Fang Fang. The remaining people consciously line up in two queues. The people waiting are not idle. Various people give ideas to the players and try to make them follow their own. Idea directs the army.

The stars are still too small to understand the sand table. He was held by Jiang Mingyuan in his arms. After a few minutes, he said he would go out.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't care about these things. Seeing Cheng Huan had no meaning left, he nodded and said, "Let's go."

Next to the "Combat Command Room" is a "firearms room" where you can experience shooting. The depth of the firearms room is about 30 meters. There is a coach inside to help wear protective gear and remind you to pay attention.

Like the "combat command room", there are many people waiting to play here. The boy naturally likes guns and stars likes, jumping in his arms to play guns.

Jiang Mingyuan was almost incapable of collapsing. He reached out and patted him on his little **** to make people quiet. The stars looked at him and started pretending to be pitiful: "Daddy, I want to play this."

"Specially!" He froze, and three words came up to deepen the relationship.

"Good, wait until we get to the line."

The little guy hasn't done yet: "But I want to play now."

There are a lot of people waiting in line here. Everyone can shoot ten shots. With the effort of wearing protective gear, it is less said that they have to wait for an hour to reach them.

Jiang Mingyuan held the person in one hand, squeezed the root of his nose, sighed, put the star down, walked to the person in front of him, and said something.

Far away, Cheng Huan couldn't hear what he said, but he could only see the movement of his wallet. After a while, he came over, holding his son, and said to Cheng Huan, "Let's go."

He walked to the person next to him in the front, who gave way and let them stand in, and let the people in the line go to the rear again.

Because the positions were swapped, the interests of the people behind were not harmed, so no one said anything.

"How much did you give him?" Cheng Huan was a little curious.

"One thousand." The speaker spoke in a light tone, sounding the same as giving a dollar.

Cheng Huan: "..."

Well, for him, a dollar is probably no different from a thousand.

It didn't take long for the person in front to finish ten shots. It was their turn. Several people went in. The coach asked who came to play?

"I'm here, I'm here!" Stars bounced Lao Gao aside.

He was so excited that even the coach couldn't help laughing: "We don't allow children to play here."

"Ah?" The star was a little difficult to accept, and he really wanted to play with a gun. The little guy was swollen, his eyes turned, and he suddenly said, "I'm not a kid!"

"what?"

"I'm an older child." The star was on his hips, for good reason: "Dad said I'm grown up."

The coach glanced at the stars in surprise, then looked up at the adults next to him, seeing Jiang Mingyuan was helpless, he understood.

The coach stooped, smirked, covered his hands on the head of the star, and said what he least wanted to hear: "Older children can't play, only parents can play."

"Why." Stars sighed.

"No why." The coach said.

The little man snorted, shrugged his shoulders, and bowed his head, as if losing all his energy, he turned his head, walked to Cheng Huan and Jiang Mingyuan, looked at this and then that, and then grabbed his right pants: "Dad, go and shoot a gun."

Jiang Mingyuan naturally had no reason to refuse, and when he said a good sentence, he stepped forward to take the protective gear from the coach and prepared to wear it on his body.

Seeing Dad go, Xing Xing pulled her mother's hand again, signaled that she had something to say, Cheng Huan glanced down at him and heard his son whisper in her ear and said, "Mom, it's very tiring to shoot a gun."

So tired, just leave it to Dad.

Regardless of his age and personality, men almost like guns. Jiang Mingyuan is no exception. He also came into contact with firearms when studying abroad before, and occasionally went to design experience halls when socializing with others. The action was quite the same. The coach looked around for a long time and couldn't find a place to point.

The gun is real gun, live ammunition, fixed target shooting, the longest distance is 25 meters. When Jiang Mingyuan grabbed it, Cheng Huan and Xing Xing were invited to the back, across a glass door, mother and child sitting on rattan chairs, drinking tea and watching the man's performance.

Jiang Mingyuan was wearing goggles, the corners of his lips were in a straight line, and his jaw was tight. He didn't prepare for a long time, and Cheng Huan just picked up the tea cup and heard the sound of "".

Through the bulletproof glass, the sound was much attenuated and a little stuffy. However, it didn't sound loud enough to excite the two of them.

Cheng Huan put down the tea cup he just raised, stood up with his son at the fastest speed, walked to the door, and looked at the target.

"Mom, did Dad hit?" Xing Xing was a little excited.

"Hit it." A LeD screen hung on the opposite wall. The screen was large, showing the results of the shooting. After the sound of the gunshot, a bright "10" appeared on it.

"Dad made ten rings."

"Are the ten rings great?"

"Great." Cheng Huan nodded: "It is the most outstanding achievement."

"Wow ..." Xing Xing opened his mouth, and then he put on a look of pride: "I knew Dad was the best!"

In the child's mind, Dad is omnipotent. Now that this omnipotence can be experienced from other places, how can he not make him feel proud?

Jiang Mingyuan's mentality is very stable. It is not surprising that he has performed well in this shooting project. A total of ten shots, except for one nine ring, the rest are all good results of ten rings. Cheng Huan was accustomed to surprise and surprise, and Xingxing, he now regards his father as Superman.

After ten hits, Jiang Mingyuan also robbed, took off the goggles and earplugs, he just put the thing down, and the stars over there rushed out like small cannonballs.

The little guy had just been trained today. When he approached, he knew that he had slowed down. He rushed to Jiang Mingyuan's arms warmly and hugged his leg sweetly and said, "Daddy, you are so good!"

Jiang Mingyuan was pleased by his son's exaggeration, and even wanted to play a few more times to show his performance. He was a little bit unsmiling in his heart, and felt that he was like a fluffy kid, not at all stable.

Comrade Jiang Mingyuan steadily suppressed his thoughts, hugged the son who worshiped him, and called his child to fuck, and walked out of this place.

The camp area of the garrison is not large, and there are few places to play. In addition to these two items, there are only real-life cS.

In the camp, almost all games are not suitable for children. The three of them walked around for a while and were ready to change the venue.

"Where do you want to go?" Because the old Liu family hadn't finished visiting this place, the two were temporarily separated. Jiang Mingyuan held his son outside the film emperor and decided to listen to Cheng Huan's opinion.

"Go to the beach, I heard that it looks good!" The water around Red Coral Island is very shallow, because the coral reef, the sea water will show red and blue colors in the sun, beautiful.

Cheng Huan was thinking about how to take pictures from the moment she decided to go to this place. She bought a camera and just brought it out. She wanted to take some beautiful photos and go back to the collection.

Just taking a picture by himself is definitely not enough, and the stars are not reliable. Cheng Huan plans to recruit Jiang Mingyuan for labor.

When Cheng Huan had this idea, there was still a little bit of imagination. After all, the two were non-parents, so she hesitated for a while before she whispered, "Can you help me take pictures?"

After saying that, she added: "Of course, I can also shoot for you."

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