Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1380 Mr. Gu's Wayward Miss (13)

   After all, there are many business avenues on the road.

  Complicated and full of various uncertain factors.

  So if some important old people die, it will be very difficult to find a replacement who can do well in the road in a short time.

   Unless Bai Weiwei can do it herself.

   Otherwise, starting tomorrow, the Bai family's property will fall into chaos.

   And because members of the Bai family were assassinated, and Bai Weiwei couldn't find the murderer, she began to lose her heart.

  The loyalties gathered at the funeral are faltering and changing at any time.

  Gu Nanli pursed her lips and smiled darkly, "It's a good condiment, after all, it's boring to accept everything if it goes so smoothly."

  His voice is so light and flat.

  It seems that Bai Weiwei is a cute kitten in his eyes.

  For teasing pets, he is always a little more tolerant until he is not bored.

   Gu Nanli said to his subordinates: "Three is enough, continue tomorrow."

  Three today, five tomorrow.

  Ten the day after tomorrow.

   Very simple, she collapsed by herself.

  Gu Nanli felt bored thinking about the future, he yawned lazily, then propped his head on his hands, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

   Asleep and fell asleep, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face turned pale.

  It seems to be enduring something extremely painful.

  Suddenly he opened his eyes, bloodshot eyes spread, and his breathing became chaotic and heavy.

  Gu Nanli silently suppressed his chaotic breathing, thinking of the nightmare just now.

  The perennial nightmares made him more and more unable to control his temper.

   How long has it been since he had a good night's sleep.

  Gu Nanli stood up from the chair, then opened the cabinet, took out a bottle of white wine, and began to sip one sip at a time.

  The hot wine slid down his throat, making him stretch his brows.

  But the headache didn't ease much, on the contrary it got worse.

  Gu Nanli sat back on the chair and began to assemble the gun.

   It seemed like this was the only way to get through the long night.

  He disassembled and assembled the gun one time at a time, with his fingers careless, elegant and fast.

  Like the exquisite perfection of a work of art.

   Gu Nanli suddenly thought of Bai Weiwei's technique, she was too fast.

   Disassemble, assemble, and disassemble again, but at the speed of raising one's hand.

  This speed is like a miracle.

   Is it because women's fingers are more flexible?

  Gu Nanli opened the video of the funeral.

   This was recorded by his subordinates.

  He touched the gun with his fingers and looked up at the recorded video.

  Her fingers are so skillful, every movement seems to be random, but they are all just right.

  This kind of goodness is different from his goodness.

  He has gone through tens of millions of calculations and a lot of practice to form the current strict assembly process.

  And Bai Weiwei... just followed and threw it away, but the gun is like a miracle that can be assembled.

  The more he looked, the deeper and hotter Gu Nanli's eyes became.

  He pointed at the gun with his finger, and suddenly threw the gun forward, but the gun only removed the magazine.

   Then the gun fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

  Gu Nanli raised his hand handsomely, but still maintained it.

  Then he slowly withdrew his hand, then quickly picked up the gun, and quickly disassembled it in his own way.

   It seems that this is the only way to cover up his failure to pretend just now.

  He casually raised his eyes to look, just in time to see the back of Bai Weiwei turning away.

  Her back is not like some women made of paper, there is no trace of curve at all.

   It is the perfect golden ratio between the hip line, thighs, and waist.

  (end of this chapter)