Fast travel to hunt down blackened villains

Chapter 938 The World of Anyang (44)
Madman, what a fucking madman!

Tears silently filled her eyes, and He Yingying was so frightened that all the muscles in her body tensed up.

She has never panicked like today, what kind of monster she provoked!

Even if she didn't die, even if she really didn't die today, she wouldn't be able to survive completely!
"what!"

Amidst the screams of collapse, she instinctively hugged her head tightly and curled up.

The ear-piercing screech of the tires rubbing against the ground was like the roar piercing the sky in the middle of the night.

Death was so close to her, all her reserved pretense fell apart at this moment.

The expected pain did not come immediately, but He Yingying's brain had stopped working.

In a trance, she heard Anyang's voice that sounded like a smile but not a smile, mixed with thick smoke.

"My grievances with Jiang Cong cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences."

Under such circumstances, how could she speak so calmly? !He Yingying's whole body was shaking like a sieve, with snot and tears mixed on her face, she looked like a dilapidated doll discarded on the ground.

"Scary? Huh?"

The rear door opened suddenly, and someone lifted her jaw forcefully.

The moment the four eyes met, she felt that the whole figure was being stared at by something terrible, as if just a slight movement of her would swallow up her soul.

"I was wrong, I know I was wrong! I won't pester Jiang Cong anymore!"

"You let me go!"

The instinctive sense of crisis made her cry.

She lost, and she lost willingly.

She didn't want to lose her life because of a man, she was really afraid.

Anyang laughed hoarsely, and gently rubbed the filth on her face with the handkerchief in his hand, "I'm willing to give you a chance."

The power of life and death was easily held in the hands of others. He Yingying stared blankly at the people approaching, and the trembling from the depths of her soul made her fear everything in Anyang.

Holding his breath and letting the other party fiddle with him stiffly, Anyang rubbed his thumb under her lips thoughtfully.

"Do you want to consider my brother——Li Mingcheng? He is more attractive than Jiang Cong, and he has more financial resources."

He Yingying shrank her neck with difficulty, but Anyang seemed to have made up her mind that she must hear her answer, and waited patiently...

"But, but you are not related by blood..." He Yingying managed to utter a sentence trembling.

Anyang sneered, "As long as you want, I will become brother and sister in the legal sense with him in minutes."

Let go of the clamped hand, Anyang's arm casually rests on the car door, "I'll give you time to think about it, but don't make me wait too long."

Until she was sent back to her residence, He Yingying was still like a marionette, her hands and feet were so weak that she couldn't walk on her own.

Anyang carried him to the door, and said with a smirk: "It's a pity that your sister Ling is dead, she should be waiting outside the restaurant now."

When He Yingying heard this, she rolled her eyes in fright and fainted.

An Yang looked down at He Ying's pale face, bent down and pinched her neck, and pulled her up.

"Now I know I'm afraid," the corners of her thin lips curled up, Anyang stared at her trembling lips in a coma, and opened He Yingying's house with the key prepared in advance without any effort.

Abandoning the person on the sofa, Anyang half-kneeled beside her, his eyes gradually filled with cold killing intent.

"You should thank me for not really killing you."

(End of this chapter)