The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 322 Rescue the boy (2)
An Yi irritatedly pushed An Shouli, who was still yelling at him, and almost staggered. He stared straight at his father and walked over to An Huaiyuan. He almost faced An Huaiyuan. He lowered his head and used Staring into An Huaiyuan's eyes with that condescending attitude, he said, "You will let those two girls go after sleeping?"

An Huaiyuan frowned.

The strong bloody smell on his son made him dodge to the side: "Presumptuous! It's becoming more and more unruly!"

An Yi raised his head and closed his eyes to force himself to suppress the urge to strangle his biological father, and then he lowered his head again: "Should I just sleep with those two girls?"

"Father is old, you are the heir of the An family, you have to do something for the An family..." An Huaiyuan was also suppressing his anger, he tried his best to speak softly and gently to his son, "It's not just...cough cough !"

sleep?An Huaiyuan couldn't say such vulgar words.

"You must leave an heir to the An family."

"Success! Don't you still sleep?" An Yi squinted his eyes and stood up, staring at his father and walking backwards: "I'll go right away...don't worry, I fell asleep in front of you they!"

"What kind of bastard talk is this!" An Huaiyuan finally slapped the table angrily, causing the teacup in his hand to jump up.

He untied his belt as he walked, and when he reached the door, his heels touched the threshold and he swayed for a while, then turned and walked towards the backyard.

After a few short cries of women, the backyard was quiet again.

And immediately, several women and girls ran to the front yard, yelling like ghosts chasing after them!

"What's the matter?" An Shouli hurried out of the room to scold the startled women.

"Boss, master, it's the young master..." A little maid trembled out of tune.

"It's done, Shouli, you've become the manager!" At the corner, An Yi grabbed his belt with one hand on his shoulder and tucked his other hand in his sleeve, and walked over heavily.

"Young master!" An Shouli looked at the third young master who walked into the house step by step in horror, thinking that he just crawled out of hell!

An Huaiyuan's blood-stained son's brows furrowed deeper: "What are you carrying?"

"Hehe!" An Yi grabbed the strap on his shoulder and turned around, An Huaiyuan immediately stood up in shock.

Behind An Yi, two young women were wrapped around their necks by a belt, and both ends of the belt were draped over his shoulders. In this way, he strangled the necks of the two women with the belt and dragged them into the room!

The two women huddled together and stood back-to-back with An Yi, both standing on tiptoe vigorously to support their bodies to prevent being strangled by the belt!

Their expressions had changed due to the lack of breathing, and they were struggling needlessly with their hands tightly tied to the belt around their necks...

"You let them go soon... are you trying to kill someone!"

"It wasn't I who wanted to kill them, it was you who killed them!" An Yi finished showing off his trophies, obviously not wanting to let them go, he turned around and faced An Huaiyuan with difficulty and said, "I've already As I said, you still forced me to have children with them, so you forced me to kill them!"

"Hmph! Nizi! Do you think you can force your husband to release that lowly slave with the lives of these two people?" An Huaiyuan was so angry that even the hand that pointed at the servant trembled.

"Whether they are dead or alive, why do you care about it!" An Yi dragged the two women who were about to be strangled to death and took two steps forward, but he lifted up his right hand, which was always in his sleeve. Looking at An Huaiyuan's face, he poked at his left chest inch by inch: "Then, what about me!"

In his hand was a long silver hairpin, which was emitting a faint cold light under the shadow of the candlelight...

"How dare you!" An Huaiyuan's eyes were shattered, and the blood in his chest was churning, as if blood was about to spurt out at any moment.

This son is so ignorant that he threatened him with his life for the sake of a lowly slave!

It really broke his heart!
"I dare!" Pulling open the skirt to reveal a thin chest, the hairpin in An Yi's hand poked in, and a stream of blood gushed out almost immediately, and slipped into the robe along his chest. The Kung Fu skirt was stained red with blood...

The father and son were still looking at each other, their faces were pale, and they were dying!
"Shouli, let that lowly slave go." The blood on his son's chest fell to the ground in big drops. This may be his only remaining son...

An Huaiyuan sat down dejectedly.

The servants who had been waiting outside for the master's order rushed in and let down the servant who was hanging from the beam.

The body fell to the ground, and the heavy movement made the boy groan in pain: "Master... don't come..."

"How could I not come..." Shoucheng groaned, making An Yi's tense heart instantly relieved.

As long as he is not dead, as long as he is alive...

"Open the door!" An Yi yelled at An Shouli, "Let my friend in!"

An Shouli took a look at An Huaiyuan first, and ran out quickly after his almost invisible nod. As soon as the gate opened, Gao Zhongwu rushed in with two people from the mountain village.

"Mr. An?" He heard everything in the house outside, so he didn't ask any questions, just stared at An Yi and waited for him to speak.

"Please help me carry Shoucheng out." Due to blood loss, An Yi's vision was blurred, and he didn't dare to take his hands off his chest, because he knew that as long as he relaxed for a while, the servants who were staring at him would rush up At that time, he was detained by his father at most, and Shoucheng would definitely die!

Shoucheng is his life, how could he just watch him die...

Let go, let go of the two women behind her back, An Yi still retreated and walked out behind Gao Zhongwu and his party, the father and son looked at each other, both disappointed...

"Uncle Ba Shi, hurry to the hospital!" Su Xiazhi waited in the car expressionlessly, the longer she waited, the worse she knew.

Seeing that An Yi and the servant were both bloody and bloody now, she didn't ask any questions and only gave instructions to the outside.

Several people tossed and tossed for most of the night, and finally healed the wounds on the boy and An Yi.

(End of this chapter)