Quick Transmigration: The Fierce Host Teases The Sick Boy God

Chapter 102 The Overbearing CEO's Second Married Wife (16)

"The Mo family wasn't built with gold and silver, why would you be reluctant to leave?"

Nan Qiao crossed her arms around her chest, looked at her leisurely, and said with a sarcastic smile: "A woman like you would be rare for that kind of trash man. I think you two are a perfect match."

"You!" Wu Shuangshuang pointed at her angrily, "How dare you say that Mo Shao and I are trash!"

"I didn't say you're trash, but if you can pick up the trash I throw away, you guys have the same taste." Nan Qiao said with a chuckle.

Wu Shuangshuang was so angry that her chest heaved and she strode towards her, "You little bastard, I'm going to tear your mouth off!"

She came in front of Nan Qiao, raised her hand and wanted to slap Nan Qiao.

Unfortunately, the slap did not fall as expected, but was directly held by Nan Qiao's wrist.

Wu Shuangshuang's hand was restrained, and she didn't slap her. She could only struggle to withdraw her hand, but Sunanqiao's strength was so great that she couldn't break free at all.

"Let me go!" Wu Shuangshuang said angrily, trying to hit her with the other hand, but Nan Qiao restrained her again.

"Why should I let it go? If you say let it go, I'll let it go. Where will I save my face?" As soon as Nan Qiao's voice fell, the strength in his hand increased a little.

Wu Shuangshuang's wrist was so painful that she was about to shed tears, "Ah! You crazy woman!"

Unable to bear the pain, Wu Shuangshuang lowered her head and wanted to bite Nan Qiao.

How could Nan Qiao be touched by her? She pulled her hand directly, took two steps back, and distanced herself from her.

She wanted to fall back and pull her hand back, but Nan Qiao pulled her hard, not giving in.

When it reached a certain level and Wu Shuangshuang was unprepared, Nan Qiao let go of her hand without warning.

Wu Shuangshuang fell backwards, fell to the ground with a 'bang', groaned, and frowned in pain.

"Overestimate your own strength." Nan Qiao clapped her hands, passed by her, raised her foot and kicked her, "Get out of the way, don't get in my way."

Wu Shuangshuang was kicked so badly that her back hurt, and she wanted to get up and pounce on her, thinking fiercely that she would bite off a piece of flesh from her.

But before he could take any action, he heard an angry and familiar voice.

"Su Nanqiao! Don't go too far!" Mo Fan stared at her back, gnashing his teeth angrily.

Wu Shuangshuang's face lost the ferocious look and became pitiful, with big tears streaming down her face, "Woooooooo...Brother Mo, she pushed me and kicked me hard, wooooo...I It hurts."

Hearing Wu Shuangshuang's cry, Mo Fan immediately stepped forward, frowning slightly, eyes full of pity, and carefully helped her up.

"Shuangshuang, don't be afraid." Mo Fan saw her crying as if her body was in pain, "Did you hurt your bones?"

"It must be hurt. She pushed me too hard and kicked my waist hard. Now I feel very painful in my bones. Could my vertebrae be hurt?" Wu Shuangshuang's face was full of tears, Scared like a helpless little pitiful.

Nan Qiaoli didn't want to pay attention to them, and continued to walk forward, completely ignoring Mo Fan's anger.

Being ignored like this, or in front of his beloved woman, Mo Fan felt particularly humiliated.

He let go of Wu Shuangshuang, walked forward quickly, and stretched out his hand to pinch Nan Qiao's wrist.

How could Nan Qiao let him touch her, she avoided his touch with a dodge, and took two steps back to distance herself from him.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands." Nan Qiao had a clear look of disgust on his face.

(End of this chapter)