Chapter 1282 The Hateful Person May Not Be Pitiful

The disappearance of a life is nothing to Xiangxian.

His eyes were cold and his eyes widened. Xu Yong, who was unwilling to die, looked away.

Ask An Xia politely, "Miss An, are you satisfied now?"

In his heart, he had a deeper guess about An Xia's identity.

It's impossible for an ordinary girl to have An Xia's skills, and it's impossible for her to say such cruel words as wanting someone's life lightly.

It is even more impossible to be so calm in the face of gunshots and death.

An Xia is by no means an ordinary rich daughter.

She must have another identity.

And this identity...

Layers of cold sweat broke out on Xiangxian's back.

He thought of one identity, one identity, enough to destroy himself and Mr. Fei together.

Fei Weiye also regained his vitality, came out of the suffocation, and breathed hard with his mouth wide open. Although the hypoxia improved, it was only temporarily relieved.

As long as the extremely thin thread around his neck is still there, his life will always be controlled by An Xia.

People who have seen the storm are not too flustered, and they can still talk to An Xia on the verge of life and death.

"Miss An, can you tell me the truth with Fei? You are probably not a student."

From the second she shot him, her student status was no longer tenable.

After experiencing Xu Yong's incident again, he can be sure that the girl who controls him now is absolutely impossible to be a student.

Who is that.

At this time, Fei Weiye was not at peace.

It's okay if it's an enemy.

if not...

That's a little tricky.

"Fei is in Ms. An's hands now, and his life may be lost. Before he dies, listen to the truth. This is not too much to ask."

He added another sentence, consuming oxygen, and speaking, his face was congested and flushed again.

An Xia's hand strength was always kept just enough to save Fei Weiye's life, but it also made the other party afraid and did not dare to mess around.

Xu Yong can die, but Fei Weiye cannot.

People have to be brought back to the country.

"Why don't Mr. Fei guess?" An Xia asked back in a way that would kill anyone.

Xiangxian's complexion collapsed on the spot, and he could no longer remain gentle and polite. His complexion turned gloomy, and even his eyes were cold.

"Miss An, people don't speak in secret, so why bother to cover up. You want Xu Yong's life, and we will give it to you. Our sincerity is in place, shouldn't Miss An show something?"

An Xia just laughed.

Are they worthy of saying such words?

Ming people don't say dark words, first of all, they must be open and bright.

"Didn't you plan to take Xu Yong's life? I have good intentions to fulfill you and give you more reasons to marry Xu Yong."

Then he saw Xiangxian's cold eyes, with a deeper and thicker murderous intent.

Guess what they were trying to do and get angry.

"Miss An is really cruel, and she will take a life if she wants it. Speaking of it, Xu Yong is also a poor person. Just now, she begged Miss An to let her go, but Miss An didn't show any compassion. It seems that Miss An is also living a life. The day when the knife licked blood."

"I've seen too much, I've already gotten used to it."

Xiang Xian gritted his teeth and said, trying to find out what An Xia was doing inside and outside the words.

An Xia listened, keeping the corners of her mouth up, and said with a cool smile after he finished speaking: "I don't know how many girls I begged him to let go, but did he let go?"

"I have done evil, but still sell miserably, this kind of person is really heartless."

Is Xu Yong pitiful?

Ah!

Hateful!

How many girls have died at the age of fancy because of him, what qualifications does he have to sell miserably?

What qualifications do you have to say that fate is unfair!

Fate is unfair, so he can harm others as he pleases?

There must be something hateful about a poor person. She never believed in this set of arguments. A hateful person is not worthy of pity!

The truly poor people are those who, even though they are struggling in the mud, are always born with the sun in their hearts. Even if they are suffering and tired, they are unwilling to hurt others.

This is the real poor man!