Zhao Tiezhu let out a long breath and said he would do his best when the time comes. As for the result, he could only leave it to fate.
On the other side, in the lounge on the second floor.
Mohammed sat on a chair backwards, put his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and held the detonator in his hand.
Sun Jiaying stood behind Mohammad, clenched her hands into fists, and gently beat Mohammad's shoulders.
"Harder," Mohammed whispered.
Sun Jiaying pursed her lips and slightly increased the strength of her hands.
"I guess you have never served a man like this in your life," Mohammed asked with a smile.
Sun Jiaying did not answer.
Mohammed continued, "Maybe I am the luckiest fan in the world, to be able to have my idol massage me, oh, life,"
Sun Jiaying still didn't speak.
"Are you mute?" Mohammed turned his head, looked at Sun Jiaying, and said, "You have a problem with what I said, right?"
Sun Jiaying continued not to speak.
Snapped.
Mohammed raised his hand and slapped Sun Jiaying.
Sun Jiaying touched her face in shock and anger, looked at Mohammed, and said, "What are you doing?"
"If I ask you a question, you have to answer. If you don't answer, I will think you are mute. And if you want to be mute, I don't mind cutting out your tongue," Mohammed said calmly. .
Sun Jiaying just covered her face and looked at Mohammed with tears, but they did not fall after all.
Mohammed didn't seem to have much sympathy for her, but turned his head, leaned his head on the chair, and then continued to ask, "Do you have a man you like?"
"The man I like," Sun Jiaying didn't dare to pretend to be dumb this time. Who knows if this **** would get angry and kill her, so Sun Jiaying could only recite that sentence for a while, and then thought in her mind, Do you have a man you like?
After thinking about it for a long time, Sun Jiaying discovered that in her life of more than 20 years, she had never met a man she really liked. There were a few people she liked, but they were limited to those she liked. , the latest one is my landlord, but I only have a good impression of him, I can’t say whether I like him or not.
"No," Sun Jiaying shook her head and said.
"Then if I can successfully escape from here this time, are you willing to come with me? We can live happily for a lifetime with a billion dollars," Mohammed looked at Sun Jiaying emotionally. It seemed that she really was Sun Jiaying. Fans.
Sun Jiaying's mind was racing, wondering if she could say something to him since this person was a fan of hers. If she could successfully convince him to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side, then it would be a great thing.
"You like my singing, don't you?" Sun Jiaying looked at Mohammed and asked.
"Yes, I really like your singing, Miss Jiaying," Mohammed said with a smile, "your singing voice seems to come from nature. In this world, no one's singing voice can compare with yours, Miss Jiaying, "
Looking at Mohammed's expression, if it weren't for the fact that this man had slapped her just now, Sun Jiaying would have thought that this man was a very good fan. However, the pain on his face was still there. Sun Jiaying sank her heart, and then Said, "Then do you remember that I have a song called "Freedom"?"
"Remember, of course I remember," Mohammed said, with a look of admiration on his face. "I like the song "Freedom" the most. I also hope that one day, everyone in the world can be like you. It is said that everyone has a pair of wings to fly to their own freedom."
"Since you like this song, do you think your current behavior is completely contrary to what I sing in the song? What I want to express in the song "Freedom" is that everyone can be equal. You can get along with Meimei freely. But now, you kidnapped more than two hundred people here just for your own selfish interests. This has deprived hundreds of people of their freedom. Don't you feel guilty?" Sun Jiaying said.
There was a trace of confusion in Mohammed's eyes, "I just want to live a better life,"
"But just to make yourself live a better life, can you deprive so many people of their freedom? Can you kill someone who is not a threat so easily?" Sun Jiaying said, feeling her anger rising. The person who despises the most is a selfish person, and this is obviously what Mohammed is like now. However, now that he is in someone else's hands, although Sun Jiaying gets angry, she suppresses it, because in Sun Jiaying's view , it seems that Mohammed is a little moved.
The confusion on Muhammad's face became more and more intense, and he said, "How will I get the money if this is not the case,"
"You can work on your own. Look, no one now does not need to work on their own. Even the richest man in Asia and the richest man in the world earn their money by themselves. I don't like bad people. Really, "Sun Jiaying said seriously.
There was a struggle on Mohammed's face. Sun Jiaying was overjoyed and was about to say something.
Suddenly, a slap hit her face again.
All the struggle and confusion on Muhammad's face disappeared, replaced by a joking look.
"My goddess, I like your songs so much, but I prefer green dollars. From now on, you sing to me, sing "Freedom", I want to listen to it all the time," Mohammed said ferociously. smiled.
The expression on Sun Jiaying's face froze. Her face was already hot after being slapped twice. The grievance and fear in Sun Jiaying's heart had already spread. In such a situation, if Sun Jiaying was to sing, she would have to sing. Sun Jiaying really couldn't stand the positive songs and couldn't sing them.
However, Mohammed raised his hand again.
Sun Jiaying took a step off in fear.
"I'll give you three seconds to sing," Mohammed said.
"I..." Sun Jiaying wanted to say something, but Mohammed just kept to himself and said, "Three, two, one,"
"The breeze blowing in the willows confuses my thoughts, and the fireworks in the alley make me lazy..."
Sun Jiaying opened her mouth and started singing. Mohammed smiled, closed his eyes, rested his head on the chair, and said, "Sing while you're at it, massage me at the same time."
Sun Jiaying's body was trembling, and she gently beat Mohamed's shoulder, but her eyes were looking at the door from time to time.
Landlady, when will you come to rescue me?
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