Chapter 391 Kidnapping the two of them is no different from kidnapping a thousand ducks
Qin Jiaojiao immediately took over the conversation in tacit understanding, raised her chin slightly, and said firmly: "I think it's Fu Boyang."
"Why?" Lu Shiman looked confused and asked humbly.
"Judging from his facial expressions in the video, he seemed to be enjoying it more when Fu Boyang forcefully kissed him."
"But he looked more affectionate when kissing Lin Yanxin." Lu Shiman disagreed: "That look, wow, Lasi'er, it felt like true love was flowing."
"Tsk." Qin Jiaojiao rolled her eyes in frustration. "It's easy to fake affection, that's all acting, but the instinctive reaction of whether you're happy or not, no matter how well you act, you can never be 100% accurate."
"You can pretend to be affectionate, but you can't pretend to be happy," Qin Jiaojiao retorted.
"Why can't I act anymore? Haven't you seen those videos where people complain about their target's poor skills and say how tiring it is to pretend?" Lu Shiman had a reason.
"That's different." Qin Jiaojiao slapped her thigh. "It's a conditioned reflex. That truly pleasurable feeling. The slight tremor in the pupils, the unconscious curl at the corner of the mouth, and the Adam's apple... In short, these little details can't be faked."
"I don't believe it." Lu Shiman shook his head like a rattle. "If it was really that good, why just kiss? Shouldn't we continue the conversation?"
The driver in front had a stiff back.
His neck tilted slightly, sometimes a few degrees toward the angle where Lu Shiman was speaking, and sometimes a little bit toward the angle where Qin Jiaojiao was speaking.
The words of the two men were like two strong winds blowing in opposite directions, blowing the ideas in his mind back and forth like a fence-sitter.
God knows the villain in his heart was nodding frantically.
Hmm... Miss Lu has a point...
Uh, that’s not right. Miss Qin’s analysis is more scientific.
Ah...it seems both sides are right.
The driver was torn between his conscience and his desires, but his expression remained as stony as a piece of iron.
He painfully realized that he seemed to want to stand on both sides. What a damn multiple-choice question!
Gu Ze's chest heaved violently, and every breath he took was extremely heavy.
The chattering of the women on both sides, arguing as if no one was around, was like countless needles piercing his ears.
Do they really take Gu Ze seriously?
Do you take the current situation of being forcibly taken away seriously?
He clenched his hands tightly on his knees, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, and the veins on the back of his hands stood out clearly.
The immense feeling of humiliation was like poison ivy entwining his heart.
Gu Ze's chest heaved violently. Do these two women really take him seriously?
He became the laughing stock of the entire Jincheng!
Those who used to respect or flatter him, now became the subjects of conversation after dinner, in every corner he could think of and couldn't think of, with 'Gu Ze and Fu Bowang' and 'Gu Ze and Lin Yanxin' as the main topics of conversation.
Becoming a laughing stock was enough to make him murderous, but what was even more hateful was that not only did he fail to capture Lin Yanxin's fickle heart, but he also completely ended up in a dead end.
All this...
His sinister gaze was like a poisoned dagger, staring fixedly at the front.
If it weren't for them, how could he have ended up in this situation?
Lu Shiman and Qin Jiaojiao were completely unaware of the hatred boiling in Gu Ze's heart, and were still arguing over that ridiculous question, neither of them able to convince the other.
Finally, everyone turned their eyes to the person in the middle who was sitting like a stone statue.
"Hey, Gu Ze." They both spoke at the same time, their words as fast as a cannon, with a drunken, irresistible sense of authority: "Tell me, which of them makes you feel better?"
Gu Ze was still stuck in the swamp of hatred and couldn't get out. He was suddenly hit by this straightforward and almost insulting question, and his mind was instantly confused.
He subconsciously turned to look at the questioner, his eyes filled with offended astonishment and a strong sense of hostility that had not yet dissipated.
"Is it Fu Boyang?" Qin Jiaojiao immediately took the lead, leaned forward, stared at him with burning eyes, as if she could see through the truth.
"It must be Lin Yanxin, right?" Lu Shiman proposed another option without giving in.
"Neither! Is! It!" These three words were squeezed out from between Gu Ze's tightly clenched back teeth. His voice was hoarse and carried a terrible tremor of being on the verge of exploding.
"Damn it." Lu Shiman immediately covered her mouth: "I didn't realize, Gu Ze, you have such... strong tastes?"
Qin Jiaojiao didn't say anything, but her raised eyebrows and instantly playful expression also expressed the same shocked subtext: What a fun!
Lu Shiman even leaned over, stretched out his hand pretentiously, and patted Gu Ze's strong shoulder with a bit of "consolation".
Gu Ze's body tensed up even more the moment she touched him, almost bouncing her away.
"Oh, it's okay, Gu Ze..." She lowered her voice, speaking in the tone of a caring older sister: "It's not that you ask for too much... It's just that they are not good enough, their skills are not up to standard."
"Hey? How can you be so sure that they are not good enough?" Qin Jiaojiao immediately seized this new argument and enthusiastically joined the second round of discussion.
Lu Shiman spread her hands, looking matter-of-fact: "If they were both capable, would our Young Master Gu be so troubled? If he can't choose one, doesn't that mean neither of them is up to standard?"
The alcohol continued to burn in the blood, and my thoughts had already been spinning and flying in the alcohol.
In fact, they themselves didn't know what they were saying, but they couldn't stop talking, like a clockwork doll, which would not be perfect unless it made some noisy noise.
In this extremely absurd and tense atmosphere, beads of sweat had already appeared on the driver's forehead. He kept nervously scanning the rearview mirror at the car lights that were getting closer and closer.
Finally, he spoke with difficulty, "Master, behind..." His voice was filled with a hint of barely perceptible panic, "It's biting too tightly, I can't shake it off, what should I do?"
"Take a detour!" Gu Ze felt as if a buzzer with the volume turned up to the maximum was stuffed into his head. The sharp and continuous buzzing sound made his temples throb.
The endless noise made him see double.
He was extremely regretful now. Why did he just let them get into his car just to get closer?
I should have left them alone in the van and let them quarrel on their own.
It’s so noisy!
It's more frustrating than a thousand ducks.
He pinched his swollen temples with his fingers, trying to dispel the maddening noise and headache.
At this time, Lu Shiman began to have new worries.
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