Chapter 438: Chapter 438

He Qimo glared with such intensity that his voice seemed to shake the roof. Get full chapters from novel※fire.net

Shen Jian妮 dug her ears, feeling irritated, and looked disdainfully at He Qimo, "With such a pissy cold temper, I really don’t know where you got the confidence that Zixuan would ever like you?"

In an instant, her unique "excellent quality" of hitting where it hurts made He Qimo’s already angry face even colder.

If she weren’t a woman, he’d really want to...

Shen Jian妮 sensed the terrifying hostility, the icy air around her quivering, and she confessed honestly, "It’s not because of a lack of money, but isn’t it wasteful to use cucumber ? You see, other people apply cucumber slices to their faces, but once horizontally sliced, you have to throw them away. The way I slice it, the cucumber skin is used, and you can still eat the cucumber. I’m saving money for your He Mansion..."

So in an instant, what Shen Jian妮 said really was... better left unsaid.

Wasn’t it still implying lack of money! As the fury rose from He Qimo’s eyes, he grew even colder and angrier.

Inching closer, He Qimo’s face was practically touching Shen Jian妮’s, "So, what you mean is my family is so poor that you have to carefully consider the amount when eating a cucumber? Shen Jian妮~ with your cutting skills so proficient, how come you didn’t consider going to New Oriental? I think you’d have quite a future there."

New Oriental, my ass!

Shen Jian妮 retreated awkwardly, cursing in her heart, why doesn’t your entire He Family switch careers to De Yun Club, I think your talent for stand-up comedy isn’t bad! You might even develop better than Yue Yunpeng!

But on her face, she could only manage an awkward smile, "No way, this is just thanks to my elementary school teacher’s good poetry lessons. You see, ’who knows every grain in the dish, each one has toiled,’ we can all recite it, but living by it requires practical action~ Moreover, even with money, waste is frowned upon; our ancestors always advocated the virtue of saving."

Shen Jian妮 once again started babbling, while He Qimo’s angry sneer deepened.

One advanced, while the other retreated.

A perfect demonstration of what it means to tango in motion.

He Qimo chuckled icily, "Oh really? Then I think your skill in treasure-digging with an excavator isn’t bad, want me to sign you up for a class, get some further training at Lan Xiang?"

Shen Jian妮’s heart skipped a beat, glancing sideways at the crevice of the bedside table where she had hidden an electric baton extorted from the villa security to ward off He Qimo’s beastly intrusions over the past few days... She hid it deeply, assuming He couldn’t see it...

At that moment, the hand half-reached...

She shyly stuffed it back, patting He Qimo’s chest with her small hand, "No need for that, Mr. He, your wisdom and ability to act without a trace is something I can’t hold a candle to. If I’d known how amazing Mr. He was, I wouldn’t have bothered learning from directors..."

Halfway through her words, she was suddenly grabbed by the waist by an infuriated He Qimo, who lifted her up and walked off without another word.

It was impossible for He Qimo not to be angry; he was merely trying to scare her, yet saw Shen Jian妮 had actually pulled out an electric baton!

Thinking what else this woman planned with her nightly tricks to lure him back to sleep, what intentions did she have!

He Qimo felt a cold shiver at the back of his head, grateful for Grandma Shen’s mercy in letting him live this far!

He Qimo was cold and on the brink of collapse, his mind exploding with cold fury!

Shen Jian妮 was even more confused about where He Qimo was taking her.

To hell with it! Why is it the bathroom again!