My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 61 - The Woman’s Doll The Man’s Gun

61: Chapter 61: The Woman’s Doll, The Man’s Gun

61 -61: The Woman’s Doll, The Man’s Gun

After getting out of the car, Su Xuan grinned like an idiot, pondering Bai Ling’s recent words, wondering if she was hinting that once she’s an adult, she could start doing bad things, or if it was said without any particular intention.

Regardless, this was an opportunity.

As long as he could meet her again, there would definitely be a chance for development.

“Okay, stop grinning already, she’s long gone.” A voice filled with jealousy invaded Su Xuan’s ears.

Looking up, Su Xuan saw Chen Wanqing standing there with a darkened face, deliberately looking away from him, her eyes red as if she was about to cry.

His heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself that it seemed he really had made this beauty angry.

“Alright, honey, don’t be mad.

Let’s have a good look around this square and buy some stuff you like,” Su Xuan said, shamelessly reaching to embrace Chen Wanqing’s slender waist.

Compared to Bai Ling, whose feelings were uncertain, how could he ever let go of the absolute goddess by his side?

“That underage little sister just now, that’s your wife, not me,” stressed Chen Wanqing, emphasising the word “underage.”

Su Xuan touched his nose, but inside he was quite happy, for he knew that Chen Wanqing was jealous.

The clever him did not persist on this issue.

“Honey, look over there, there are so many people.

Let’s go take a look too,” Su Xuan said, pulling Chen Wanqing towards a booth surrounded by a crowd without further ado.

A jealous woman is beyond reasoning.

The best thing to do is to divert her attention.

Chen Wanqing knew all too well what Su Xuan was doing, yet she didn’t delve deeper, understanding that Su Xuan was not a man to be tied down by just one woman.

“Come on, everyone, take a look!

Fifty yuan for ten bullets, hit five balloons and pick a gift.

The more you shoot, the richer the reward.

Hit them all and you get our ultimate prize, a super limited edition Barbie doll!” shouted a middle-aged man in his forties, holding several toy air guns and beckoning vigorously.

Behind him were about seven or eight targets, each with ten balloons on them, and a fair number of people were already taking aim.

The most prominent item at the center of the booth was a Barbie doll taller than a person, made exquisitely and packaged luxuriously, looking completely out of place at a street fair booth.

Most of the women in the crowd fixed their gazes on that limited edition Barbie doll, eyes gleaming with longing.

Meanwhile, Su Xuan felt indifferent.

The proportions of a Barbie doll might be excellent, but he had very little praise for the facial features of such cartoonish characters.

“Wow, this doll is just too pretty, it would be so great if I could have it,” said a pretty girl about twenty years old, dressed like a student, to her best friend.

“Ah, but we really don’t know how to shoot,” another girl chimed in.

Behind these two girls stood a man with a shrewd face, his eyes occasionally sweeping over the girls, sometimes revealing a hint of greed.

“Xiaolan, if you really want that doll, I can give it a try,” the shrewd man offered.

Xiaolan was a girl around 1.7 meters tall, dressed in sportswear, her brown skin glowing with healthy radiance, a sporty beauty at a glance.

“Gao Tian, I remember you were once a national amateur shooting athlete, weren’t you?” hope shone in Xiaolan’s eyes.

Pride flitted across Gao Tian’s face, “Of course, at that time my results were better than many professional athletes.

I just thought being a professional athlete was too tough, so I chose a different major.”

As Gao Tian raised his voice deliberately, most of the people’s attention shifted to him.

He felt even prouder, taking out fifty yuan and handing it to the stall owner, “Boss, give me a try.”

“Alright, no problem,” the stall owner replied, seemingly oblivious to the boasting, he took the money with a smile and passed over a gun.

At this moment, Su Xuan’s gaze quickly swept across the booth, noticing it was filled almost entirely with toys for little girls, and he immediately lost interest.

“Honey, let’s go look elsewhere,” Su Xuan said, seeing that Chen Wanqing was no longer angry.

“No, no!” Chen Wanqing, the proud CEO, with eyes as shrewd as ever, suddenly revealed a child-like longing as she pointed at the luxurious Barbie and said, “Su Xuan, I want that doll too, can you shoot it down for me?”

Su Xuan scratched his head, “If you want it, I can just buy it for you, why go through all this hassle?”

Chen Wanqing gave Su Xuan a disdainful look, replied with a snort, “If it were possible to buy it, would I need you to shoot it down for me?

I already have a collection of over two thousand Barbies, and this limited edition is the only one I’m missing.”

“You’re this old, but you still like playing with dolls?

You should be interested in playing with guns now,” said Su Xuan.

Chen Wanqing looked puzzled, “Play with guns?

What kind of guns?”

“Hehe!” Su Xuan said with a mischievous grin, “When you girls were little, you liked to play with dolls.

When you grow up, dolls are for us men to play with, and you should play with the guns we liked to play with when we were kids.”

By the end, Su Xuan looked meaningfully down between his legs, implying the double entendre without spelling it out.

“Your mind is full of bad thoughts,” Chen Wanqing said with a look of disgust.

Fortunately, she had pretty much gotten used to Su Xuan’s way of thinking and her attention returned to the luxurious Barbie doll.

“All right, all right, it’s just a doll.

I’ll shoot it down for you in a bit,” Su Xuan said nonchalantly.

Chen Wanqing ignored Su Xuan and instead addressed the stall owner, “Uncle, how much did you buy this doll for?

I’m willing to pay double, could you sell it to me?”

The middle-aged stall owner glanced at Chen Wanqing and couldn’t help swallowing; with his experience, he could tell this girl was no ordinary person.

“Beauty, do I look that old to you?

Just call me ‘brother,'” the stall owner replied, dodging the question.

Although Su Xuan often flirted with other girls, he couldn’t stand it when an uncle-aged man flirted with his girlfriend right in front of him.

“Listen here, uncle, you’re how old and you want someone to call you ‘brother’?

Aren’t you ashamed?

My wife is asking if you’re selling the doll.

Cut the crap,” Su Xuan said with considerable impoliteness.

It was hard enough to get the chance to talk to such a refined and beautiful girl, and just after uttering one sentence, a younger and more handsome guy popped up to spoil the scene, and the stall owner was quite displeased.

“I’m not selling, not at any price.

This is a limited edition, and you can’t buy it even if you have the money,” the stall owner said irritably.

“If you aren’t selling, then stop wasting words.

I’ll just shoot it down myself ten times in a bit,” Su Xuan said confidently.

A sneer crossed the stall owner’s face, “If you’re really that skilled, then go ahead and shoot, but you need to pay up first.”

“No problem.” Su Xuan very coolly took out fifty yuan and handed it to the owner, about to shoot, but he was stopped by the national amateur shooting athlete Gao Tian who was nearby.

“Look here, buddy, don’t you have any sense?

Didn’t you see I’m shooting?

After I’m done, then you can have a go,” Gao Tian said, with his nose in the air.

“No one said I can’t shoot, whoever hits the target first gets it,” Su Xuan frowned.

The stall owner, who had already taken a dislike to Su Xuan, immediately stood up, “I make the rules now, whoever hits the target first gets it, you step aside.”

“Damn, you’re clearly messing with me, right?” Su Xuan’s temper was about to flare.

The stall owner was quite smug, “So what if I’m messing with you?

This is my stall, I make the rules.

If you don’t want to play, just take your money back.

I don’t need your business.”

“Shit…” Su Xuan, who was not used to being treated like this, rolled up his sleeves, ready to throw a punch, but was stopped by Chen Wanqing at his side, “Su Xuan, don’t be impulsive, we still want that doll.”

“Huff, huff, huff!” Su Xuan tried to calm down, feeling frustrated in his heart yet finding no solution.

Hearing all this, Chen Wanqing couldn’t help but roll her eyes; she just didn’t understand.

Gao Tian was even more smug now, shaking the air rifle in his hands like a victorious general, glancing with envy at Chen Wanqing beside him, “Kid, now that I’ve got the gun first, you don’t stand a chance.

That doll is mine.”

Su Xuan couldn’t be bothered to argue with such an arrogant person.

He usually preferred to act rather than talk.

Click, click!

Gao Tian moved the air rifle with practiced ease, struck a professional pose, and aimed at the balloon ten meters away.

At this moment, apart from Xiaolan and the girl beside her, Chen Wanqing’s gaze was also fixed on Gao Tian.

She wasn’t interested in Gao Tian; she was just afraid that if he really hit the target, she would stand no chance at all.

“Su Xuan, how do you rate Gao Tian’s gun technique?” Chen Wanqing asked desperately, only remembering after she’d asked that Su Xuan might not know much about shooting.

Su Xuan suppressed a sigh and said indifferently, “By the standards of an ordinary person, he’s quite professional, I guess.”

Disappointment flickered across Chen Wanqing’s face, “So, you’re saying we don’t stand a chance then.”

“Relax,” Su Xuan said with a confident air, “There’s no way he’ll hit the target with his first shot.”

“Bullshit.

It doesn’t matter if it’s ten meters or thirty meters away, I can hit such a big target like a balloon,” Gao Tian said with scorn, aiming at the balloon with confidence and pulling the trigger.