Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 162: White Queue Up

Qiao Chuchu watched Song Yu close the door and tilted her head in confusion.

【Why do I feel like Song Yu wants to say something to me?】

Lou Ting Si locked the door and turned around, smiling at her: "I wonder what my fountain pen looks like. I'm so excited. How about we open it together?"

Qiao Chuchu was successfully distracted: "Sure."

Lou Ting Si walked up to her with the gift box, staring at the blood around her eyes, and slowly opened the box: "Wow, it's pure white."

He held the pen with his pale fingers, giving off the air of a refined yet mischievous gentleman: "It suits me so well, and I also like the patterns on it."

Qiao Chuchu was also delighted: "Yes, you're always so graceful, and your smile is beautiful. The white makes you seem so gentle."

A flicker of dark light crossed Lou Ting Si's eyes as he toyed with the pen: "Do... do I look good when I smile?"

She nodded and gave him a big thumbs up: "You look very sharp when you smile, like one of those mafia bosses from a comic, always hiding a knife behind a smile!"

Lou Ting Si licked his lips, narrowing his eyes in a mysterious manner: "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

Qiao Chuchu nodded earnestly: "I'm not good with words, but you are indeed handsome. The white makes you look so pure."

Lou Ting Si smiled gently: "To hear you say that, I really—"

Wei Sheng Huai Ling kicked Lou Ting Si across the room!

Lou Ting Si: "?!"

Qiao Chuchu: "???"

Wei Sheng Huai Ling placed the gift box into Qiao Chuchu’s hands and happily gestured: "Open it, open it!"

Qiao Chuchu held the gift box, her mouth twitching: "Did you just kick Lou Ting Si across the room?"

Huai Ling tilted his head and winked at her: "?"

Lou Ting Si, gritting his teeth, sat up from the ground: "Damn... my waist..."

Wei Sheng Huai Ling looked at Lou Ting Si, covering his mouth in surprise: "Uncle, are you okay?"

Lou Ting Si: "?! Uncle?!"

Huai Ling, with a concerned look on his face: "When you're older, your waist isn’t what it used to be. That’s not good. You shouldn’t let your waist go bad, you need to fix it."

Lou Ting Si: "?! My back hurts because YOU kicked me, not because my waist is bad!"

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Huai Ling pointed at his ears and waved his hand.

Can’t hear~

He then flashed a smile and looked at Qiao Chuchu: "Open my gift!"

Qiao Chuchu: "...Okay."

She opened the gift box: "Wow, black and white!"

White pen cap, black pen body.

Song Yu's taste in gifts is excellent!

Every pen looks so beautiful!

Huai Ling's eyes lit up, happily picking it up: "Such a beautiful pen! With a little modification, you could poke someone’s eye out!"

Qiao Chuchu: "Huh?"

Wei Sheng Huai Ling gave her an enthusiastic hug, gesturing happily: "Thank you! I really like it! I'll protect it well!"

Qiao Chuchu smiled helplessly: "I’m grateful that you like it, but I’ll give you more gifts in the future. You don’t need to treasure it that much."

"The first gift is different," Huai Ling said shyly, "Just like a first kiss."

He hugged Qiao Chuchu tightly, closing his eyes and leaning toward her.

Qiao Chuchu froze, sensing something was wrong. Just as she was about to push him away—

Wei Sheng Bie He grabbed Huai Ling by the waist and threw him out!

Wei Sheng Huai Ling landed upside down on the sofa: "?!"

Wei Sheng Bie He sneered coldly: "Trash belongs where trash belongs."

He casually handed the gift box to Qiao Chuchu: "For some reason, this gift box got stuck. Can you help me open it?"

Qiao Chuchu’s mouth twitched: "Of course..."

【I don't know why, but I feel like everything started getting weird the moment Wei Sheng Huai Ling showed up.】

She lowered her head and started unwrapping the gift. Suddenly, Wei Sheng Bie He wiped her face with a wet tissue.

Qiao Chuchu looked up in surprise.

Wei Sheng Bie He bent down to her level, gently wiping around her eyes with one hand, his voice low and magnetic: "You have something on your face."

Qiao Chuchu froze: "What?"

【Could it be blood?!】

Wei Sheng Bie He chuckled softly: "It’s dust."

Qiao Chuchu sighed in relief. As she was about to open the gift box, Wei Sheng Bie He suddenly flashed past her!

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Who kicked him away this time?

Wei Sheng Lin pushed Wei Sheng Bie He aside, casually tossing the gift box into her hands: "Look at mine."

Qiao Chuchu: "?! Do you guys have to kick, push, or throw the previous one away each time?"

Wei Sheng Lin, hands in his pockets, said indifferently: "Don’t mind the details, he’s tough anyway."

"..." Qiao Chuchu frowned, opening the pen gift box: "It’s black and red."

And the red is very subtle, just a little bit.

She couldn’t help but sigh internally: 【It really suits Wei Sheng Lin’s fiery, bold personality!】

Wei Sheng Lin was also surprised, picking up the pen to examine it carefully. He raised his eyes, looking at her: "You really know what I like. I do like black and red."

Qiao Chuchu: "?! Ah, no, actually—"

"But, we haven't properly introduced ourselves yet." Wei Sheng Lin extended his hand to her: "I’m Wei Sheng Lin, an investor."

Qiao Chuchu took his hand: "...Hello, I’m Qiao Chu, a comic artist."

【We've been together for so long and only just introduced ourselves, it feels so weird.】

【But I know him, Wei Sheng Lin, explosive temper, the most simple-minded, physically strong person in the Wei Sheng family, and the top nightclub in China is run by him.】

【He looks so ruggedly handsome!】

She spaced out a little: 【I never thought I'd get to know this ruggedly handsome type of person, pretty cool.】

Wei Sheng Lin raised an eyebrow.

Is he ruggedly handsome?

He smirked: "I owe you a gift this time, how about we go shopping when you get back? I'll buy you whatever you like."

Qiao Chuchu froze, about to speak when she was suddenly yanked aside!

She staggered a couple of steps, nearly falling into the person's arms.

A cold, faint scent filled her nose, and she reflexively pulled her hand back!

【It’s the scent from Wei Sheng Wen Zhan!】

She quickly straightened her body, nervously looking at Wei Sheng Wen Zhan on the sofa: "Sorry!"

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan was sitting on the sofa, his long legs crossed, the pen box already open: "It’s fine, I pulled you over."

His hands, with their distinct knuckles, played with the pure black pen, smiling softly: "Thank you for the pen, I’ll use it to practice calligraphy."

Qiao Chuchu was surprised: "You practice calligraphy?"

"When I'm in a bad mood, I practice calligraphy," Wen Zhan said, taking the spare paper from the coffee table and writing her name.

"Qiao Chu"

His handwriting was sharp, the characters reflecting his personality.

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan looked up at her: "Do you like it?"

She liked it a lot: "Your handwriting is so beautiful!"

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan handed the pen to her: "You write mine."

He pointed to her name: "Write under your name."

Qiao Chuchu took the pen and wrote "Wei Sheng Wen Zhan."

But her handwriting was delicate, making Wei Sheng Wen Zhan’s words appear even more forceful.

Qiao Chuchu was disappointed: "I wish I had practiced writing your style of calligraphy when I was learning. Your style is so cool."

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan: "No, I think your style is just right."

Qiao Chuchu was flattered: "Really?"

Wen Zhan nodded, picking up the paper. He looked lovingly at the two names, clearly satisfied: "Very good."

Just as Qiao Chuchu was about to speak, the pen in her hand was suddenly snatched away by Pei Bu Xian.

Pei Bu Xian handed it to Wei Sheng Wen Zhan: "Here, take your pen."

He tugged Qiao Chuchu out of the room: "Come with me."

Everyone’s expressions changed as they watched Qiao Chuchu being dragged out of the room.

Ying Chen, holding a piece of paper, looked disappointed: "I was still waiting in line, why did he just drag her away?"