Book 3: Go Go Squid [English Version]

Chapter 7 - God Gun?

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Author: Mo Bao Fei Bao
English Translator: hoju hui3r.wordpress.com

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Chapter 7
God Gun?

With one earbud in his ear, he was still listening to the phone call, but those gorgeous eyes divided out some attention to look Tong Nian up and down before turning toward 97. "What did you call her?"

"Si-Sister-In-Law..." 97 legs had gone somewhat limp.

Those deep black eyes swept back to her. "Why is he calling you Sister-In-Law?"

Tong Nian was about to cry. "I don't know..."

How in the world would I know why this guy wants to call me Sister-In-Law? ...

He cast a glance at grunt. "grunt, you know her?"

With his eyes closed, grunt shook his head. "No."

"Really?" he countered suspiciously.

"Really... Leader, just stab me with a knife and let me be."

Narrowing his eyes, he once more turned them back on Tong Nian. "Do you know him?" He motioned with his chin toward grunt.

Tong Nian felt terribly wronged as she madly shook her head. "I honestly don't know him."

How in the world would I know who he is? ...

He fell silent for several seconds before, in English, telling the person in charge of the European team, "Continue talking. Don't stop." Then, he stood up from the large sofa beside the window and made a motion at Tong Nian, indicating that she should come with him into the side room. Tong Nian felt so awkward she did not dare even to raise her head, nor did she notice the admiring look of "Leader sure does manage his wife well" in 97's eyes. Head lowered, she obediently followed him into the side room.

He made a gesture that was very pleasing to the eye: close the door.

Tong Nian straightaway reached behind and pushed the door shut.

Walking up behind the door, he turned on the room's heating, adjusted the temperature, and tossed the black jacket that had been draped on his shoulders onto the empty sofa. He pointed again, this time at the chair beside her: sit.

Tong Nian sat down with lightning speed.

The wheels on the chair slid, and she narrowly avoided falling over.

Immediately, she adjusted herself so she was seated properly. Only then did she discover that it was not because she had sat down unsteadily, it seemed, but that the wheels were broken...

But she felt that the atmosphere in this place was simply too weird. Not daring to move, she could only self-consciously sit on that chair with the broken wheels until he finally finished his phone conversation and sat down across from her.

"The chair's broken?" His eyes slid over the chair beneath her.

"Huh?" Tong Nian at once shook her head. "It's okay. No big deal. It can still be sat on."