Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 343 Blood Flows Silently...

She pushed open the door cautiously, as if walking from the darkness in the tunnel to the light, a dazzling light pierced her vision.

"Finally here?" A familiar female voice crossed my ears.

how is she?

She opened her eyes wide in shock and stared.

Behind Yan Chuyan stood two burly men wearing black sunglasses and bluetooth earphones.

"Yan Weiwei, why is it you? Where's Beiming Haoting?" She frowned displeasedly, and subconsciously stepped back.

"Heh, do you really think that cat demon will come back?"

Yan Weiwei was wearing a long black dress, her stiff plastic-plastic face was covered with thick powder makeup, her smile was dark, like a black girl.

"So, what is the purpose of your coming to me?"

"My father is dead, and my mother's whereabouts are unknown now. Yan Chuyan, you and that wild man of yours did all of this. Now you can either kneel down and apologize to your sister, or pay for your life with your life. Choose yourself!"

"Uncle... died?" She was startled, and turned around in a panic, trying to escape from the door of the small wooden house, but a burly man stepped forward to block her.

"Go away!" She screamed, reaching into her bag for her cell phone to call the police.

Yan Weiwei stepped forward, grabbed her cell phone and threw it out of the window.

"Close the door!" Yan Weiwei ordered.

The burly man obeyed the order to close the door, Yan Weiwei had already tied Yan Chuyan to a dilapidated wooden chair.

Yan Weiwei grasped two sharp blades with her tattooed fingers, pressed them against her translucent white cheeks, and stroked lightly——

A streak of blood seeped out, her lips trembled in pain, and her black and white almond eyes were full of horror.

"Yan Weiwei, what on earth are you trying to do?" She screamed loudly, hoping to attract the attention of passers-by in the park.

"What are you doing? Yan Chuyan, don't you know that I've always liked Xiao Yixun?" She swung the blade and drew another shocking bloodstain on her cheek.

"..." Yan Chuyan's eyes were filled with shock again, and she shook her head violently.

"I don't know? Do you know how painful it is for him to pester you every day and only have eyes on you? I say Weiwei is the new favorite in the music world, but no matter how close I get to him, he doesn't even look at me. All of this was caused by you! It's all about you, Yan Chuyan, you bastard! I'm going to kill you today!" Yan Weiwei yelled frantically with her face twisted.

The blade gradually swung down, touching her slender neck.

"No! Yan Weiwei, please let me go, I'll call Xiao Yixun right now, he didn't know you liked him, if he knew, he wouldn't ignore you..." Her face was terrified, her voice trembling .

Dangerous flames burst into the air, and the two burly men realized that Yan Weiwei had lost her composure, and quickly stepped forward to stop her movements.

"Sister Weiwei, let's do it, you are a big star now, I'm afraid I'll get your hands dirty." The burly man said respectfully.

"No! She, I have to deal with it myself to relieve my hatred. You don't know how much I have lost and how much humiliation I have suffered because of her!" Yan Weiwei couldn't listen to the bodyguard's words, and turned the blade again Arriving on Yan Chuyan's neck, the delicate skin was cut open, and the cold iron slices cut in layer by layer...

In the small wooden house, the air is filled with the smell of blood.

Yan Chuyan struggled desperately and screamed "Help", but no one could hear her cries for help...

No one came to save her...

Yan Weiwei sealed her mouth with black tape, and the blood trickled down from her fair neck...

Her consciousness became more and more blurred, and she suddenly felt very tired...

I can't hold it anymore...

There was darkness in front of her eyes, and the world was blank. Her lips were pale, and she closed her eyes weakly...

(End of this chapter)