Inferior pampering

Chapter 9

Ji Tingyu sneered: "What? Do you want me to thank you?"

You don't pretend to me, you want to touch me more than him.

"No, this is what I should do." He Zhuo smiled like a human being.

"..."

The team members were dumbfounded. They didn't know what the two of them were doing in such a life-or-death situation. flirting?

Desert Qing drooped her head and pulled her waist chain into a mess.

Only Meng Fan had an absurd and outrageous illusion - he felt that this man seemed to be claiming credit with their boss!

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"The time is urgent. Let's talk after getting in the car. This road can't be walked. Take Line 2."

Ji Tingyu didn't panic. He dragged He Zhuo into the car and asked the team members to contact the base and copy the guys to defend.

The two vehicles turned around in the wind and snow and drove towards the valley.

"Blow up my car first, it's full of their weapons." He Zhuo poured water into his smoldering throat while pointing at his Wrangler on the hillside.

Ji Tingyu immediately asked someone to do it, but his eyes were fixed on him without blinking.

While he was in a trance, a finger smelling like gunpowder came over and tapped the end of his eyes lightly.

"Director Ji, don't keep staring at me, I know I'm in a mess right now."

He Zhuo seemed to be extremely tired. He swayed with the car without any support. The hand touching his eyes only lifted for a second before falling down again.

Ji Tingyu couldn't argue with him at a time like this. He knew very well how hard a person had to travel to make such a nice voice hoarse.

He called the team doctor to come over to help He Zhuo deal with the wound, and sat down by himself, supporting him with his body.

"Don't breathe through your mouth, or your throat will hurt even more."

"Um."

The corner of He Zhuo's mouth curled up into a shallow smile, and he leaned on the seat with his eyes closed, finally calming down after a bumpy journey.

"Have you ever fired a gun?"

"Kitten nose..."

What he answered was not serious.

Ji Tingyu rolled his eyes, thinking that this person is here again.

"You said you burned their car, how did you do it?"

"The Molotov cocktail is heavier."

He only said these few words, and others were confused, but Ji Tingyu's eyes lit up instantly.

Because when he asked this question, he was thinking about what he should do, and what He Zhuo did actually coincided with him.

It's just that shooting at night, with the influence of wind and snow, is very difficult, and it is impossible for professionals to do it.

This person has shooting experience?

He wanted to see if there were spear calluses on He Zhuo's hand, but just as he lowered his head, He Zhuo's hand was already brought up and spread out in front of his eyes without reservation.

"I did shoot for a few years."

Ji Tingyu froze there.

He had an illusion that the man in front of him seemed to be able to read every step of his mind and give an immediate response.