You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1253

"I heard that the Qin family has produced female generals for generations, and it is true." Luther looked respectfully at Cecelia .

"." Cecelia laughed, "Well, our ancestors had a hundred steps to go through the Yangtze, and they were very talented, but unfortunately, in our generation, the number of people is very thin, which is a pity. It's a shame that our generation is so thin. It's a good thing that Joyce has carried on the tradition of her ancestors, so I'm glad."

Luther proudly said, "Andres slingshot is very accurate, where to point, I am afraid that in the future practice, also have the talent of a marksman."

", yeah?" Cecelia's lips spread a smile as she thought of her adorable little grandson, "It's wonderful to be able to pass it on from generation to generation."

In front of the range table, Joyce took off her headphones and unloaded her gun.

She turned her eyes to Chris, "Cousin, I used the latest custom-made gun stock today, it's quite smooth and stable, I'm afraid it's not enough to win. Why don't I take off the stock and shoot again? I'm afraid I won't be able to do as well as I did earlier."

She gave Chris a step up, as a way of giving him face.

Chris, with a bright light flowing under his eyes, laughed, "Cousin's marksmanship was superb, and I was convinced to lose. If cousin fights again, in front of my many cronies, that would be a real disgrace."

"Well, in that case." Joyce put her air rifle down and played with the butt of her own rifle in her hand, "Today's match, it ends here."

Chris glared back at his cronies, "What are you doing standing around? Do what you have to do!"

"Yes."

Chris's cronies replied in unison, and then all retreated in a huff.

The boss has no face, they rush to withdraw, stay and so on looking for scolding?

The Heath family's daughter is too powerful, as a woman who is too good to be true, but the good thing is that we are all from the same family, our own people. What's the point of being your own person.

The top of the firing range was suddenly empty.