Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 770: [Yan Jian Extra]31, Are You a Witch? _3

She knew her intuition wouldn’t be too far off, because she had previously helped Second Aunt investigate part of Ben Shaming’s identity background, so Ben Shaming had reason to dislike Little Sister, and he also had the ability to harm her.

Therefore, according to this line of reasoning, her decision to pull Little Ben back into Little Sister’s studio was unwise, highly unwise, even dangerous.

But... intuition told her she should do it; it might actually be the best thing to do.

This formed a contradiction, and a contradiction within itself. Intuition only told her she should do it, but didn’t explain why. So she didn’t know how to explain it to Little Sister, especially to this black-eyed fellow in front of her.

Could it be she should say: Although you’re not a good person, I feel you’re not as bad as imagined, so allowing my Little Sister more opportunities to see you closely might help resolve the conflict between you two, and maybe avoid the impending crisis?

Heavens, he would definitely roll his eyes at her and think she’s an idiot.

When intuition collided with reason and couldn’t form a reasonable logic, she could only take a sip of aged Pu’er tea, and, forcing herself, said: "... I’ve divined for you, your fate tells me you should listen to me."

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Ben Shaming took a deep breath.

He tried hard to recall when was the last time he wanted to reach out and strangle someone in front of him for no reason; how old was he back then.

He seemed to never have been this angry before.

Even when facing Catherine, he was not like this. When he wanted to get rid of Catherine, he only patiently planned and calmly waited for the right timing, never lost control like this, just wishing to crudely, without finesse, end the life of the person in front of him.

His fingers on the table repeatedly clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched.

The afternoon sun was so bright, so bright that it exposed every expression on his face right in front of her. Yan Yu, of course, also knew this spontaneous silly remark of hers really angered him.

However, since her unrestrained mind already blurted it out, she could only continue to make up for herself.

She nervously inhaled: "... You know, China has such a long history, just the methods of divination are thousands of times more than yours in France. So, when I divine for you and such, you should believe it."

Ben Shaming couldn’t take it anymore, gently slammed the table with his fist, and growled lowly: "Shut up!"

Yan Yu indeed, feeling guilty, obediently shut her mouth and immediately lowered her head to seriously drink tea.

Fortunately, being a killer, Ben Shaming had long developed the ability to control his emotions; he took a few deep breaths, already regained composure, squinting at the untamed, forest-like hair in front of him: "You can open your mouth again."

He told himself, he tolerated her not for any other reason than because she’s a Tang Family member.

He needed to investigate the Tang Family’s attitude, wanted to know what Tang Yanqing thought after Catherine’s car accident. Only after understanding Tang Yanqing’s stance could he arrange the matters that followed.

He himself was not afraid to die, but he had to protect those he cherished.

And currently, the only intersection he could have with the Tang Family was through the two sisters, Yan Yu and Yan Jian. And obviously, Yan Jian had already become wary of him, that little girl is very astute, unlike the gullible one in front of him.

So for now, he could only continue putting up with this ugly, silly witch in front of him.

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Seeing he finally was willing to listen to her nonsense again, Yan Yu quietly breathed a sigh of relief and raised her head almost gratefully.

Even she couldn’t stand her own words, it’s rare for this cold natured fellow to actually listen.

Heavens, thank you.

She sniffed, pretentiously stretched out her hand: "Lend me your hand for a moment."

He became angry again, squinting: "Are you asking me to chop off my hand?"

She jumped in surprise, quickly waved: "Hey, why do you interpret everything so bloodily? I mean, let me look at your hand; I’ll read your palm."

A killer’s hand is his life; he resisted. But he still endured it, handed it over to her.

Anyway, believed this ugly, silly girl wouldn’t seriously see anything.

She held his hand, studied it for quite a while, carefully distinguishing which was the lifeline, the career line, and the love line. That seemed to be the most basic way of reading palms, right? She would at least manage to fool him once.