Jiang Weiwei wiped his handsome face clean and asked, "Why did you come? Why didn't you confess me just now?"
He knew she had nowhere to hide except in the dark room.
He could obviously betray her...
"I said I would give you a week to think about it, so I will give you a week." Ancheng said seriously.
Jiang Weiwei immediately grabbed the wet tissue and hesitated for a few minutes before digesting his words.
"So, was this just a trick? Do you think that after you were severely beaten, I would be willing to continue doing this kind of task of selling my body for you?" She sneered sarcastically.
"You know that's not what I meant." An Cheng coughed slightly, his expression a little painful, and he put his hand on his shoulder.
"What about one week later? Will you send me back to Xiang Yutian in one week?" Jiang Weiwei thought it was particularly ridiculous, "Then you could have sent me back just now, why did you have to suffer like this?"
Why be so pretentious and hypocritical.
"A week?"
An Cheng murmured these two words, his face was pale and his voice was hoarse and weak, "Xiang Yutian will not let me live for more than a week."
"..."
Jiang Weiwei was silent.
Yes, how could Xiang Yutian let Ancheng survive for more than a week? With Ancheng dead, there is no need to talk about any tasks.
"If I die, you can leave when Xiang Yutian evacuates here." An Cheng suddenly said seriously, "I have arranged for someone to take you abroad."
"Are you explaining the funeral arrangements?" Jiang Weiyi really didn't understand Ancheng.
Is he still playing the trick?
He clearly asked her to complete the task, but he insisted on a one-week promise and would rather die than confess her? What on earth did he mean?
What on earth was he thinking?
"Youyi." Ancheng fell back to the ground in pain, and the sweater on his back became increasingly red and dazzling, "send me outside."
Once Xiang Yutian's men came back and found that he was missing, they would definitely know that there was a dark room here.
"Are you really that anxious to reincarnate?"
Jiang Wei didn't understand him. She never understood him.
Pushing open the door of the darkroom, Jiang Weiwei quietly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down from the top floor.
I saw that the Green Island community was full of densely packed people.
Uniform clothing.
It was as dark as a swarm of ants.
Not even a small animal could escape Xiang Yutian's full-encirclement house arrest, let alone a living person like her with a wounded person inside.
Jiang Weiyi returned to the darkroom and saw Ancheng lying there with his eyes closed.
He couldn't sleep with such severe pain.
He's in a coma.
Jiang Weiwei quickly squatted next to him, soaked the scissors in disinfectant water, and then cut open his sweater, which was bloody and sticky...
"hiss--"
Anjo woke up in pain, his lips trembling.
"Youyi, don't heal me." Ancheng continued to insist.
"If you want to die, don't die in front of me. I won't feel any guilt if you die in Xiang Yutian's hands." Jiang Weiwei continued to cut, his mouth still cold.
Unless he dies in front of her, can she remain indifferent?
"good."
An Cheng said, reaching out to push her hand away. Jiang Weiwei's scissors moved and stabbed his back.
Ancheng bent over in pain and looked ahead confusedly. The paleness and sweat on his face were shocking. He reluctantly stood up from the ground.
Jiang Weiwei looked at him in astonishment.
Seeing him struggling to stand still, his mind was probably lost as he reached out to grope the surrounding walls, stumbling step by step.