Quick Transmigration: The Fierce Host Teases The Sick Boy God

Chapter 327 The Villain's Mysterious Wife (44)

"No." Gu Bei rubbed her face with the pulp of his thumb.

Nan Qiao asked, "Why didn't you ask me back?"

"Ask what?" Gu Bei frowned imperceptibly.

Nan Qiao immediately pretended to be very angry, and said in a cold voice, "You don't trust me?"

"Just ask back like this." Nan Qiao said with a smile.

Seeing her cute appearance, Gu Bei couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, "That's a question that you would ask back when you don't have the confidence in your heart."

"Aren't you angry because of distrust?" Nan Qiao asked.

Gu Bei responded, "If you have enough confidence and know that person well, you won't subconsciously think about that question."

"But there are also scumbags who will give the same answer as you, and add some sweet words to make women dizzy." Nan Qiao said.

"Indeed." Gu Bei replied.

"Aren't you angry?"

"not angry."

"Why aren't you angry?"

"Why are you angry?" After Gu Bei finished his response, he saw that Nan Qiao stopped talking and turned around with his back to him.

With a smile on Gu Bei's face, he pulled her back with both hands, making her face him.

"I trust you completely, no matter what you say or do, it is right in my eyes."

"Even if there is something wrong, as long as you insist that it is right, I will think it is right."

"As far as I know about you, it is very difficult for you to do wrong things, which further proves that I am right to trust you unconditionally."

Listening to his extremely serious explanation, Nan Qiao raised the corners of her mouth slowly, raised her hand suddenly, and blinked at him.

She held two silver needles in her hand, and with the smirk on her face, she knew she was going to do 'bad things' again.

Seeing her posture, Gu Bei knew that his explanation was in vain, so he could only smile dotingly and say, "Where did you get the silver needle?"

It always feels like she can take out anything when she takes out her pocket. Her pocket is like a treasure bag, and she can conjure anything she wants.

Nan Qiao handed him a silver needle and smirked, "Of course it was given to me by the mother."

"Where are you going to stab him?" Gu Bei asked.

Nan Qiao raised his eyebrows, "I can stab wherever I want, and see where it is easier to strike."

"Yeah." Gu Bei responded.

Nan Qiao looked at the fat man who was still sleeping, and touched his chin, "Are you going to do it first or should I do it first?"

"Go ahead, it's easier to prick if you don't move." Gu Bei said.

Nan Qiao smiled brightly, "I think so too."

Seeing Nan Qiao approaching the fat man step by step with a smile on his face, the corners of Gu Bei's mouth could not help but curl up.

The more I get along with Nan Qiao, the more I feel that she is extremely cute and has a fatal attraction for him, and he is deeply immersed in her every frown and smile without knowing it.

After Nan Qiao walked over, she took the silver needle and quickly and accurately pricked the fat man's face twice.

Sensing the pain, the obese man screamed in pain and sat up immediately. The two women around him woke up in fright. They also sat up and looked at the obese man blankly.

"The pavilion..."

The woman on the right just opened her mouth to ask what happened, but before she could ask, she was slapped by the fat man, leaving her in a daze.

The woman was confused and angry, but the man she was facing was the owner of the Fangyue Pavilion. She dared not be angry or speak out, but her eyes were red with grievance, and she began to cry silently.

"What did you use to stab me in the face?" The pavilion master was so angry that the fat all over his body was trembling, and he stared fiercely at the weeping woman.

(End of this chapter)