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Chapter 16

London time, 7:30 in the morning. Gu Jinxiao has been in the gym for nearly an hour. Unless there are special circumstances, he still maintains a military-like routine and exercise. His physical fitness and energy are in no way that of a man over forty years old.

Gu Jinxiao's upper body was bare, and sweat was flowing down his vigorous and muscular muscles. He wiped his sweaty black hair and walked out of the gym. Next door was the shooting training room. He habitually went there to shoot two shots every day. The gun maintains its feel.

He assembled the gun in front of the target table very skillfully and smoothly. He raised his hand very casually, and bang, the shot hit the target.

There were subtle footsteps behind him. Gu Yan was wearing a loose white bathrobe and was barefoot. His expression looked like he had just woken up: "Dad."

Gu Jinxiao put down his gun and was a little surprised: "Why are you up like this? Morning?"

Gu Yan walked up to him, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, then subconsciously put his hand around Gu Jinxiao's waist and put his head on his chest, his voice was confused: "I'm awake, I can't see you."

Gu Jinxiao clicked his tongue and put his hand on his younger son's shoulder slightly: "I'm covered in sweat." He looked at his younger son who looked like he hadn't slept enough, as if he didn't have enough sleep. It's a bit dumbfounding to look like you can fall asleep at any time just by holding it on. He raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "Why did I give birth to such a naughty little bastard like you? Huh?"

Gu Yan buried himself deeper into his arms, his cheeks were wet with sweat, and he even looked like a small animal. He sniffed the same, as if a tired bird had returned to its nest: "I like the smell of daddy."

Gu Jinxiao sneered: "Like a puppy." He stroked the back of Gu Yan's neck with his palm and purred twice, and then With a little effort, he leaned down to touch his forehead and whispered: "The fever is gone."

He helped his little son up and stood up: "If you feel sleepy, go to sleep for a while. I have an appointment today and can't accompany you. Gu Zhong left you tickets to the concert of the pianist you like. If you're bored, just go and listen."

Gu Yan became more awake now. He shook his head and said, "I'm not going to sleep anymore." But his eyes were turned on by Gu Jinxiao. Attracted by the gun on the target stand behind him.

Gu Jinxiao noticed his gaze and raised his eyebrows: "SIG's new P2023, the latest MI6 gun, do you want to try it?"

Gu Yan walked forward, and Gu Jinxiao just watched his youngest son skillfully change the gun. The magazine, loading, and pushing the chamber were all done in one go, with a faintly natural cold edge. At this time, it was almost difficult for Gu Yan to associate him with his usual delicate appearance.

He is delicate, like a flower kept in a greenhouse. Anyone can crush it with just a pinch, but he is tough and thorny, and the process of touching him brings with it a trace of emotion. A sense of destruction. Such two completely different temperaments are perfectly combined in him, and there seems to be no contradiction at all.

Bang is slightly off the heart, but still above 9 rings. After all, it was a new gun that I had never touched before, and there were inevitably errors in grasping the differences in recoil and ballistics. Gu Yan frowned, as if he was very annoyed at his mistake, and bit his lower lip unconsciously.

Gu Jinxiao sneered, thinking to himself, if you hit the bull's-eye all at once, you and I would still be your father. He raised his hand to poke his slightly bulging cheek, like poking a pufferfish that was inflated by himself, and said with a smile: "It's not that bad, I've made myself angry."