Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

"I'm not that stupid. If I let go now, you'll come running to rescue me at any time. Without this hostage, I won't have any bargaining chips!"

Song Weiyi frowned.

Li Dahui is more difficult to deal with than he imagined.

"For such a woman, you spend 10 million without blinking an eye," Li Dahui laughed sickeningly, "What do you like about her? Her face? Her figure? Or her skills in bed?"

Qiao Zhichu bit her lip.

Song Weiyi replied calmly, "All of them."

"That must be a very delicious taste."

That doesn't make sense.

Sure enough, the next second, Li Dahui's hand reached into Qiao Zhichu's collar: "Although I am not well educated, I also know that dying under the peony flowers is also romantic as a ghost. I want to try what it feels like to play with the women that you rich people like to play with."

A strong and resolute murderous intent flashed across Song Weiyi's eyes, clearly and obviously.

Every inch of Qiao Zhichu from head to toe belongs to him, and only to him.

Where can we allow others to invade!

Qiao Zhichu just felt sick, her hair was numb, and she screamed, "Take your hand away!"

"Why are you struggling? You are just being played by men." Li Dahui tightened the knife on her neck, "Don't move. It doesn't have eyes."

Qiao Zhichu held her hands tightly in front of her body, and Li Dahui's hands were unable to succeed for a while.

"Fuck it," he said, "Why are you pretending!"

Song Weiyi strode forward, and Li Dahui immediately grabbed Qiao Zhichu's neck and pointed a knife at him: "Don't move, stand there!"

He didn't listen.

Li Dahui immediately scratched Qiao Zhichu's neck.

Blood gushed out instantly, rushing out and dripping onto the clothes and the back of the hands, staining a large area red.

Song Weiyi's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Qiao Zhichu's facial features were wrinkled in pain, but she bit her lower lip tightly and didn't say a word.

"If it hurts, just scream!" Song Weiyi yelled, "Who taught you to be like this? You're hurt like this and you still don't know how to scream!"

Veins popped out on his forehead.

This was the first time Qiao Zhichu saw Song Weiyi's emotions out of control.

He has always been an elegant, calm, and unattainable nobleman, and people would fawn over him at the mere words of his.

People who can get whatever they want don't need to get angry.

"What if I scream?" Qiao Zhichu answered him, "Will it stop hurting? Will it reduce the blood loss?"

"you……"

Song Weiyi pursed his lips and swallowed his words.

He was clearly aware of what he was saying and doing.

It's a feeling of heartache, pity, resentment and helplessness.

He would have such emotions too.

It was brought to him by Qiao Zhichu.

The snow-white skin contrasted with the glaring red blood, and Song Weiyi looked away.

"I understand." Qiao Zhichu said, "Song Weiyi, you are heartbroken."

Li Dahui's hands were also covered with Qiao Zhichu's blood, which showed how deep the wound was.

"Alright," Li Dahui tightened the knife to Qiao Zhichu's neck and raised his chin towards Song Weiyi, "I'll make a deal with you, do you want to do it?"

"Say!"

"I'll trade you for her." Li Dahui grinned, "It seems that you are much more valuable than her."

Song Weiyi immediately replied: "Change."

Qiao Zhichu even suspected... that she was hallucinating.

Is he willing to exchange himself for her?

In Song Weiyi's heart, she hasn't reached this position yet.

Li Dahui asked, "Are you serious?"

"You still have the mind to joke at this time?"