She took another fruit knife out of nowhere and pressed it against Fu Ziyan’s chin.
Ye Yunla’s hand froze violently.
She had just been prepared to take advantage of Ye Xueying’s inattention to counter-restrain the other party, but she had not expected Ye Xueying to have a murder weapon in her hand ……
It seemed that tonight, she could only think of a way out after destroying this face of hers first.
Ye Yunla saw that Fu Ziyan’s eyes remained wide open, so she had to turn her back.
She raised the knife and was about to stab herself in the cheek when suddenly, a blinding snow-white car light swept over ……
The door of the car was violently kicked open and a long, straight figure walked in quickly from the entrance of the factory, and as soon as he entered, the temperature around him dropped in vain.
It was like an invisible net was spread out overhead, pressing down on Ye Xueying who couldn’t breathe.
She held onto Fu Ziyan for dear life and kept backing away: “Don’t come over! Fu Beijiu, don’t come over, your son is in my hands ……”
Fu Beijue stood at the side of Ye Yunla, raised his hand and snatched the knife from her hand with a split hand.
“I save my son myself, I don’t need your help.”
His voice was cold, but Ye Yunla was inclined to hear a hint of warmth in such a voice.
She pursed her lips and whispered, “Ye Xueying has gone mad and cannot communicate with her with a normal human mind.”
“I know, you stand aside obediently and leave everything to me.”
With a big wave of his hand, Fu Beijue shielded her behind him.
Looking at the two people in front of her talking as if no one was watching, Ye Xue Ying’s eyes were seeping blood underneath.
Her hand gripped Fu Ziyan’s neck so hard that the child let out another muffled grunt of pain ……
“Fu Beijue!” You only have two paths to choose from, either let Ye Yunla be disfigured or let Fu Ziyan die, between a woman and her son, you choose one!”
Fu Beijue hooked his lips and smiled coldly: “What if I don’t want to choose either?”
“If you don’t choose, then I’ll have to make the choice for you.” Ye Xue Ying picked Fu Zi Yan up, her bright red nails pinching into Fu Zi Yan’s delicate neck, “Dying with the Prince of the Fu family is also a good choice, isn’t it?”
As soon as her words left her mouth, she noticed that Fu Beijiu’s hand slowly touched towards the back of his waist.
She remembered with a jolt that Duke Fu Bei had a gun!
She had once sneaked into his room and found the dark, eerie weapon in his bedside cabinet, scaring her so much that she never dared to sneak into that room again ……
“Fu Beijue, hand over your gun!” Ye Xueying said in a trembling voice, “Don’t think I’m afraid of you just because you have a gun, Fu Ziyan is in my hands, as long as I exert myself, his neck will be cut by me, you can bet on whether your bullets are fast or my knife is fast.”
She could no longer control her force somewhat, the fruit knife pressed against Fu Ziyan’s neck, cutting a bloody mark, the blood flowing down Fu Ziyan’s neck, very striking in the blinding headlights.
In her anxiety, Ye Yunla took a few more steps forward.
Fu Beijiu pulled her arm and fumbled the black weapon in his back waist with his backhand.
He threw it forward and said indifferently, “The item has been handed over, then what?”
Ye Xue Ying swept a glance at the black thing on the ground, something that would never be at ease until she had it in her own hands.
She tugged at Fu Ziyan and moved slowly towards that gun.