Gu Nian looked at Chu Zhaoyang nervously.
Chu Zhaoyang nodded towards her and said, "Be good, wait for us to come back."
He will bring his son back together, and neither of them will be hurt. Gu Nian nodded and could only watch Chu Zhaoyang walking towards Yan Chuwei.
Yan Chuwei laughed proudly, "Gu Nian, did you see it? Chu Zhaoyang is here to find me now! He belongs to me! Do you feel uncomfortable watching your man walk around other women?"
"Hehehehehe!" Yan Chuwei laughed like crazy, proudly, as if Chu Zhaoyang had really abandoned Gu Nian for her. Gu Nian did not expect that Yan Chuwei's obsession with Chu Zhaoyang would be so deep that it was pathological.
Chu Zhaoyang walked slowly to Yan Chuwei, raised his hands to both sides of his ears, indicating that he would not do anything: "Let him go."
Yan Chuwei didn't seem to hear it. She only smiled gently at Chu Zhaoyang: "Do you know? This is the first time you have taken the initiative to walk towards me."
Chu Zhaoyang had a cold face and did not hide the disgust on his face. "Why? Why can't you smile at me? You are so gentle to Gu Nian. You, a person who never smiles, smile so beautifully at her!" Yan Chuwei suddenly changed her face, "You mmile at me! Why don't you smile at me?"
Yan Chuwei was extremely excited and kept poking Little Millet Cake's temple with the barrel of the gun. The bruises on her temples became deeper. Little Millet Cake was like a lifeless puppet. Her head was poked to one side by her, but there was no reaction.
"Stop!" Chu Zhaoyang said in a tight voice. Yan Chuwei stopped and said, "Then you smile at me? Why don't you smile at me?"
His son suffered so much in front of him, like a broken doll.
How could this make him laugh?
"If you don't smile at me, I'll kill him!" Yan Chuwei said. "Even if you kill him, you won't survive. There are several snipers outside now targeting you." Chu Zhaoyang said solemnly.
"I'm not afraid." Yan Chuwei looked indifferent.
When death was imminent, she really wasn't afraid anymore. She smiled nonchalantly: "Anyway, I can't run away today. If I can pull someone on my back and make you regret it for the rest of your life, I will make a profit."
Chu Zhaoyang tried his best to restrain himself, forced the corner of his mouth to Yan Chuwei, showed a very stiff, forced, and ugly smile, and said, "Now, you can let the child go."
"So reluctant, you might as well not smile!"
Yan Chuwei was furious, "What I want is not your perfunctory and forced smile, I want a sincere one. How can you smile at Gu Nian but not me?"
Yan Chuwei shook her head in disappointment: "You don't like me so much? Are you even willing to give me a smile?"
Chu Zhaoyang pursed his lips and glanced at Little Millet Cake anxiously, worried about his current situation. "Do you think I've become disfigured and ugly, so you don't like me and can't smile at me?" Yan Chuwei asked.
"No." Chu Zhaoyang said patiently. Yan Chuwei was really crazy, like a psycho, and it was impossible to communicate normally with her.
"No, that's right!" Yan Chuwei said to Gu Nian again, "Do you also think I'm not good-looking now?"
Gu Nian gritted her teeth and said, "No, what's so bad about you?"
"I have a scar on my face, can't you see it?" Yan Chuwei asked sharply.
Gu Nian took a deep breath and said, "I really didn't see it. Where is your injury? I don't even know if you don't tell me. I really can't see any injury on your face. Where is it?"
"Stop pretending! You can't see?" Yan Chuwei didn't believe it and said, "You scratch your own face too!"
Chu Zhaoyang frowned and said, "As promised, I'll come over and you'll let him go!"
"When did I say that?" Yan Chuwei refused to admit it and smiled proudly, "You have always been talking to yourself. I have never promised."
Seeing Chu Zhaoyang's displeasure, Yan Chuwei became even happier, "You, Chu Zhaoyang, have you ever made such a mistake? I just asked you to come over, but I didn't ask you to replace him."
"If I scratch my face, can you let my son go?" Gu Nian asked, "Now, let me ask you clearly, okay?"
"Okay, if you scratch your face, I'll let him go." Yan Chuwei said with crazy eyes, "Remember, if you scratch your face deeper, it will never heal, so that's all."
"Okay, I promise you." Gu Nian said, for the sake of Little Millet Cake, what did her face mean?
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Yan Chuwei said with a smile, "Don't worry."
Gu Nian was anxious, but she didn't dare to offend her: "You say it."
Yan Chuwei didn't know what she was thinking of. She smiled even happier and finally said, "You scratch your own face. You can only stop when I say stop."
"Yan Chuwei, don't go too far!" Chu Zhaoyang said in a deep voice.
"Why, you can't bear it?" Yan Chuwei looked at Chu Zhaoyang with a smile, "Still, you only care about Gu Nian's face. Are you afraid that after she scratches her own face, you won't want to look at her face again?"
"Stop talking so much nonsense." Gu Nian interrupted coldly, "I promise you, if you have any other requests, say them in one breath."
"That's all for now." Yan Chuwei said. "Don't wait, I did it, you have to let my son go." Gu Nian said coldly.
"Okay." Unexpectedly, Yan Chuwei agreed readily.
Gu Nian frowned and said, "Give me a knife." Yan Chuwei laughed and said, "Gu Nian, you are still so self-righteous. Do you think I am stupid? Give you a knife so that you have a weapon to deal with me?"
"How could I be so stupid? You can't shoot as fast as you with a knife." Gu Nian said.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Yan Chuwei's expression suddenly changed again, and she shouted fiercely, "Take off your earrings and use the needle on the other end!"