The Queen of Gossip

Su Wanqing stretched out her chopsticks and ate on her own. She didn't care what Hoshino Huang was doing, and even moved her buttocks to sit down and eat at a place far away from him.

The maids and servants who were waiting on the side were all shocked, they had never seen anyone who dared to be so disrespectful to Young Master Huang!

She fell into a coma for three whole days and three nights. Even though she was suspended with nutrient solution, Su Wanqing was still hungry with her chest stuck to her back. This meal, she ate very cruelly.

Half an hour later, she took a sip of water and hiccupped indistinctly.

"I'm full." She put down her chopsticks and solemnly announced.

Huang raised his hand, and the maids took down their plates and left one after another, guarding the door.

Su Wanqing rubbed her belly, her sharp eyes drifted to Huang, and she said, "I have strength now."

"Then you can come and kill me." Huang was like a stone tablet, sitting motionless, his voice very calm and cold.

Su Wanqing froze for a moment.

What kind of a hard-hearted person can say such a thing.

Seeing her dazed and dull face, a gleam of light flashed across Huang's eyes, and said, "If you can do it."

"You look down on me?" Su Wanqing gritted her teeth.

Yes, she was a frail and pregnant woman, but she didn't like being looked down upon either.

Huang was expressionless: "I didn't look down on you, I was just stating the facts."

"You—" Su Wanqing was angry, her eyes gradually turned cold, "I will kill you sooner or later."

"There are daggers, guns, and poison in the cupboard on the west side of the room, you can use whatever you want." Huang didn't even lift his eyelids.

Su Wanqing stood up, walked to the west side of the house, opened the sandalwood closet, and saw that the ten floors on the left were all sharp weapons for killing people, and the ten floors on the right were all poisons of various colors, and there were several books about Methods of poisoning and detoxification.

It's hard to imagine that a woman's boudoir is full of such things.

Su Wanqing fell in love with an exquisite dagger with the word "Liu Guang" engraved on the handle.

She pulled out the dagger, only to see that it was full of evil spirits, and the sharp edge made people feel cold all over.

"You have good eyesight." Huang glanced at her lightly.

Looking at the dagger, Su Wanqing felt that her whole soul was about to be attracted into it, and the things hidden in the depths of her soul seemed to be about to move.

"Can you give me this dagger?"

Huang said coldly: "It was originally yours, but it was returned to the original owner."

"What do you mean?" Su Wanqing was puzzled.

Huang didn't explain too much, just took a sip of tea.

Seeing him sideways to herself, sipping tea intently, Su Wanqing's eyes flickered sharply, she stretched out her long arm, pointed at Huang's shoulder, and stabbed quickly.

Huang raised the tea bowl, and deftly avoided the blow.The tea bowl shattered in half, Su Wanqing's wrist numb, and the streamer fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Your movements are too slow." Huang said lightly, changed a cup, and continued pouring tea.

Her self-esteem was insulted, Su Wanqing bit her lower lip, quickly picked up Liu Guang from the ground, and stabbed Xingyehuang again.

Huang's movements were quick, his head moved slightly, his body flickered slightly, he separated her attack horizontally, and unloaded her strength diagonally.

Within 5 minutes, she was out of breath, and his butt didn't leave the chair for an inch.

As the last move, he stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist, directly shaking off the sharp streamer.