"Qiao Mingzhu, that's all you can do?" Song Xingchen licked the corners of his lips and sighed, "You went to great lengths to arrest me just to give me a few slaps?" ”

"What's the hurry? It's still early, let's play slowly. Then Qiao Mingzhu let go, looked at Song Xingchen's messy and swollen face with satisfaction, picked up the mobile phone that had been shooting from the side, and sent the video to Leng Haochen in a good mood.

Immediately afterwards, another text message was made: "She and the child, you can only save one, choose one of the two, what will you choose?" ”

Qiao Mingzhu threw the phone aside casually, she clasped her hands to her chest, lowered her head and gloated: "You are so smart, you should know what I want to do, right?" ”

Song Xingchen forcibly suppressed the fishy sweetness in his mouth, and said sarcastically in a cold voice: "That's all you have to do, and the punishment for you before was still too little." ”

"Shut up, you'd better not piss me off." Qiao Mingzhu thought that her current situation was all due to her, and the hatred in her heart grew wildly, so she grabbed Song Xingchen's neck fiercely, and spit out the terrifying news word by word: "I don't know if the little young master will cry when he sees you like this?" ”

"What did you say?" Song Xingchen watched her act like a monkey, and his heart chuckled.

Little master?

Could it be that An An'an is actually in her hands?

Song Xingchen secretly looked at the warehouse again, the whole room was not big, and there was no obstruction at a glance, only her and Qiao Mingzhu.

"Qiao Mingzhu, don't involve children in the grievances between us." Song Xingchen's trembling tone revealed her true emotions at this time: "Where did you put An An?" What's the matter with you coming at me, bullying a child? ”

Qiao Mingzhu smiled, squatted on the ground, patted Song Xingchen's face gently, and said, "How could I do it to such a cute child?" I sent the video just now to Leng Haochen, as long as he is willing to transfer the money to my account, I can consider letting Leng Yi'an go. ”

Song Xingchen pursed his lips, not believing that they went to such great lengths just to ask for money.

"However, if he didn't go to Leng Yi'an in person, those kidnappers would immediately tear up the ticket, how about it? Isn't the sting irritating? Qiao Mingzhu said disdainfully: "What you rely on, I want to destroy it the same." ”

Song Xingchen knew that Qiao Mingzhu couldn't be so kind, and sneered: "Kidnapping me is at most a personal grudge, are you impatient to kidnap the little master of the Leng family?" If An An is injured, Leng Haochen will not let you go. ”

Qiao Mingzhu shook his head with a pure face: "Then you think too much, you and the little master, Leng Haochen can only save one, as long as he chooses to save his son, the little master will naturally be safe and sound, you say, will he come here?" ”

In fact, she made up her mind in her heart that Leng Haochen would not give up the child to save Song Xingchen.

Song Dongyang and Leng Yi's warehouse where she deliberately let most of the people guard it.

As for Song Xingchen, she wants to torture this slut to death, so that Leng Haochen can only see her corpse, so that the two of them can no longer be together.

What she can't get, Song Xingchen can't think of it.

"So, do you want to tear up the ticket after you get the money?" Listening to Qiao Mingzhu's plan, Song Xingchen's eyes were a little red, and his lips trembled: "Qiao Mingzhu, you are really crazy!! ”

"Clever." Qiao Mingzhu opened his mouth, picked up the dagger just now and gestured back and forth: "It turns out that you are also afraid of death?" I thought you weren't afraid of anything, but don't worry, maybe Leng Shao will come to save you, but if he doesn't go to Leng Yi'an himself, those kidnappers will immediately tear up the little master's ticket, how about it? Isn't the thorn irritating? ”

It would be best if Leng Haochen didn't come to save Song Xingchen.

Even if Leng Haochen came over to save Song Xingchen, there would be no way to save Leng Yi'an.

What if Song Xingchen survived? Leng Yi'an's death will be a thorn in her and Leng Haochen's body, as long as they are together, Leng Haochen will think that Song Xingchen's life was exchanged for his son's death.

So, how can they still be together?

Even if they are barely together, they will not be happy.

Song Xingchen looked at the moody woman and opened his mouth to delay time: "Don't be happy too early, you are such a little trick, how can Leng Haochen not see through it?" He is just this one son, if you do anything to him, Leng Haochen will definitely make your life worse than death. ”

"Are you naïve or unsound? Would you think that man would give up the child to save you? Qiao Mingzhu seemed to have heard some big joke.

To be honest, she didn't think that Leng Haochen would give up her relatives for many years because of such a woman, and the irony on her face was self-evident.

Song Xingchen's eyes were full of contempt and sympathy: "I have no one to love, do you really think that everyone in the world is like you?" It's sad. ”

"I advise you to realize that you are lost now, and when the police come, you will spend the rest of your life in prison." Her tone was firm and contemptuous.

"Shut up for me." Qiao Mingzhu was stimulated by her words, she pulled her hair and dragged her to the position of the mobile phone on the ground: "Song Xingchen, you still can't recognize the reality now?" You're my prisoner, and if I'm not happy, you're going to die here. ”

Song Xingchen only felt the pain of his scalp, stubbornly silent, and his face was full of stubbornness.

She believes that Leng Haochen will definitely be able to think of a way to have both worlds, at least she will hold on until Leng Haochen saves Leng Yi'an, otherwise she will not be at ease when she dies.

Qiao Mingzhu saw that she was still like that, the high heels stepped on her neck, the tip of the shoe was just against her throat, she slowly crushed the neck of the woman on the ground, and watched her face gradually reddened in pain, and then slowly withdrew her feet.

She raised her hand to cut a knife mark on her collarbone, and looked at Song Xingchen's face distorted in pain, and then she laughed happily: "Does it hurt?" The insults I have received in the past have hurt a lot more than this. ”

"Have you ever slept with you? Does he like your vixen's body? Qiao Mingzhu raised her hand and cut through Song Xingchen's clothes, and the tip of the knife cut through her skin.

Song Xingchen was so frightened that she held her breath and didn't dare to move, for fear of stimulating her, if the knife went a little deeper, it would really be hopeless.

The air was gradually filled with bloody gas, and Song Xingchen's strength was also taken away every minute, she pursed her lips and lay on the ground, her eyes blank: "If you kill me, you won't get anything." ”

Qiao Mingzhu's face changed, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes: "Then try it." ”

After speaking, she kicked Song Xingchen in the stomach hard.

This kick was full of strength, and it just happened to add to the wound just now.

Song Xingchen's eyes were dark, and he didn't hold on and fainted.

"Useless stuff." Qiao Mingzhu took the dagger and slapped her face in the face meaninglessly.