You Think I Won't Talk? - Chapter 558

The new book has been opened “After Rebirth, Your Majesty, She Was Slightly Irritable”

full level gangster reborn female honor

The dilapidated thatched hut is poor and destitute, plus the acrimonious and mischievous father who regards money as his life…

It’s really not an ordinary bad heart…

fortunately! The caring, gentle and virtuous little husband is not bad!

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(1v1 Shuangjie sweet pet, so sweet! Shuangdatian) Shen Yaowei has been a fool who has lost his mind all his life, and finally was skinned and deboned by the person he trusted the most.

After being reborn, Shen Yaowei is no longer blind, nor is her heart blind, she just wants to hug the thigh of the future tyrant and be a rice bug that eats soft rice.

Possessing all-powerful skills and bearing the name of a foolish girl, Shen Yao secretly pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, slaughtering the Quartet, and the abused scum cries for her father and mother.

Anyone who stopped her from hugging her thighs would have to die.

Soon, everyone discovered that the frightening highness of the King Rui, who had always been a loner, had changed, and there was always a small tail behind him.

“Uncle Nine Emperor… I don’t have the strength to walk anymore, I want to hug…” Little Tail stretched out his arms towards His Highness the Nine Kings, pitifully.

“Slim, big brother has strength, big brother hugs you!” The big brother, the leader of the martial arts alliance, arrived at the battlefield within a second.

“No no, the second brother is very strong, the second brother is here!” The second brother, who is a genius doctor, followed closely.

Next, the third brother, the fourth brother, the fifth brother… all the bigwigs came to the scene, begging for hugs.

“You all get out of the way for Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu’s daughter, Lao Tzu, come and hug me!”

Before the old father, who was a general protecting the country, had time to rush in front of Shen Yaowei, he saw that the aloof, dignified and peerless His Royal Highness was squatting with his back to Shen Yaowei.

“Come on, yaoyao, I’ll carry you.”

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To be a good mistress:

Lesson 1: The location does not matter; all that matter is whether he wishes to.

“This is an exchange for money and not a game of love.”

Yet, he is eventually addicted to spoiling her and sending her to cloud nine, giving her whatever she wishes for.

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“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to be the world’s top supermodel.”

As a result, news of the Huo Conglomerate entering the entertainment industry shocks the entire world.

“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to get married at the age of 28.” The man’s gaze deepened as he replied, “That’s too late.”

The little bun behind him secretly hands him a household registration book and declares with a nasal and innocent-sounding voice, “Daddy, I will pay for your nine-dollar marriage registration fee!”

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]