"Prove what you said, give me the person behind you." Beiming Shaoxi didn't feel pain in his heart? The pain of being betrayed by a loved one.
One knife after another, stabbing his heart.
"I will give you the last chance. If you say you are being threatened, I will help you kill him!"
"Things are not as simple as you think...If you touch him, a lot of people will die..."
She originally planned that as long as she died, the big devil would not be able to find her, and the hostages left in his hands would be useless.
He didn't kill anyone from the Su family back then, so there's no need now.
But if Beiming Shaoxi kills him, he will really kill a lot of people.
"Ji An'an, this is the last chance I give you. You asked me to believe you, but there was no personal or material evidence that could prove your innocence. At the most critical moment, you took Ye Chen away. You were afraid that your deeds would be exposed.
Can’t you stop panicking?”
Ji Anan was in extreme pain, but felt calm.
Beiming Shaoxi looked at her silent expression: "Why didn't you say anything and acquiesced?"
Ji An'an's jaw trembled in pain as he clutched it, and said softly: "I have finished saying what I should say. Beiming Shaoxi, you know why when I was the most desperate and frightened in my life, I stayed alone no matter how difficult it was.
Have you fought hard and never thought of seeking your rescue?"
Beiming Shaoxi's blue eyes are red
"Because you have never believed me."
Her throat was slightly choked with tears in her eyes, "Because you didn't give me the feeling that I could rely on you."
The sense of security that no matter what she does, he will be behind her to support her.
Chapter 544: Experiencing a Domestic Violence
"When I was desperate and wanted to die, I never expected that you would reach out and help me."
To be precise, it would be better if he didn't push her and let her fall into a more terrifying abyss.
Beiming Shaoxi looked at the tears she shed. These must be the tears of a shark, precious but a lie to deceive his sympathy.
Beiming Shaoxi's hand felt like it was burned by a poker. He pulled away his hand and sneered gloomily: "So you killed people and set fires, and I didn't really help you collect the corpses. Is it my fault?"
Ji Anan lowered her long, moist eyelashes.
"I can do it. Even if you want to kill me, I will hand you the knife with my own hands. But you hurt my closest relatives? You lied to me."
Beiming Shaoxi grabbed her shoulders crazily, shook her hard, and forced her to speak.
Ji Anan is despairing of all thoughts.
She didn't expect that the truth would be known to him in this way.
Anyway, he will know sooner or later, and it doesn't matter how he does it. And she doesn't live long to begin with. Has he misunderstood her a little? What if he misunderstood her once more?
Beiming Shaoxi lost control of her strength, and her petite body was suddenly thrown out, hitting the triangular table behind her.
The delicate porcelain plate fell, hit her head, broke into two pieces, and then fell to the ground and split into more pieces.
Ji Anan's head hurt and he saw Beiming Shaoxi's face split into many shadows in his eyes.
She pressed her hand on the place where her head had been hit, and her fingers were wet with red blood.
A trace of panic flashed across Beiming Shaoxi's face, and then he became as cold as iron.
When Ji Anan met the flames in his eyes, his vision went dark and he fainted.
…
My body hurts so much... like I'm being tortured by whipping...
Ji Anan's throat was so dry that it was on fire, and a painful force attacked her. She begged for mercy in pain in her dream, but he wouldn't let her go.