Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 1238
Zhang Yao shuddered and pressed the sharp blade in An Yan's slender neck.

"Don't come over! Otherwise I'll kill her now!" she yelled.

"Just you?"

Zhan Mochen uttered three words with his thin lips and looked at Zhang Yao with eyes as cold as looking at a dead person.

But when his eyes fell on the pale face of the woman he loved, his eyes became cold.

Seeing that her threat had worked, Zhang Yao felt confident and smiled proudly.

"How about it, are you scared? If you want to see your wife and children killed, just come over. Otherwise, quickly bring me what I want and let me go!"

Zhan Mochen remained silent, his dark eyes rolling with overwhelming anger.

Neither he nor the bodyguards could break Zhang Yao's neck in an instant.

But they didn't dare to use An Yan and the baby in her belly as bargaining chips.

The confrontation lasted for a long time.

An Yan raised her head and looked at Zhan Mochen, her eyes were moist and her lips moved slightly.

Zhan Mochen suddenly understood.

He raised his hands and took a step back, seemingly making a compromise: "Okay, I'll have someone prepare something for you and let you go."

"Hahaha, this is the high and mighty Master Zhan, and I am not the one who can handle it now! You high and mighty people are just as afraid of death and as lowly as me, a humble and lowly person!"

Zhang Yao laughed maniacally, then strangled Anyan's neck with her arms, and shouted sternly: "Then go quickly, I don't have much patience!"

Her right hand where she had received the sealing injection had started to feel a dull pain. The injection she received before coming to the hospital could not last long!
Following Zhang Yao's rough movements, An Yan couldn't help but let out a painful groan, but she didn't dare to make any move.

She had conveyed her thoughts to Zhan Mochen just now, and he should have understood.

An Yan knows Zhang Yao's weakness, and she wants to try to save herself!

"Believe me!"

This was the last lip-sync An Yan made, so Zhan Mochen made a compromise without hesitation.

He took two steps back, turned around and ordered people to get everything Zhang Yao needed.

Zhang Yao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he kept his word.

But before she could take her breath away, she heard An Yan's sneer.

"Zhang Yao, you are so pitiful! You are a helpless wretch, worse than a rat in the sewer!"

"What did you say?!"

Zhang Yao, who had just mocked Zhan Mochen and An Yan and stepped on them verbally, was furious when she suddenly heard these words.

"You bitch, what do you know! If you hadn't made me crippled, my design skills would be far superior to yours!"

"Do you really think your design talent is higher than mine? Even if your hands are not disabled, you will never be able to catch up with me!"

An Yan leaned her body back with difficulty, a sneer on her red lips, and mocked Zhang Yao mercilessly.

"What's more, you are just a useless person now. More than ten years of hard study in the cold window have all gone to waste. You can only linger in the darkness like a clown. If you really can't live anymore, come and beg me to give you a meal. You What's the point of living like this? Do you know what people in the company call you? They call you a parasite!"

Zhang Yao's face changed drastically, the hatred in his eyes was gnawing at his bones, and the tip of the knife in his hand was trembling.

It's not that An Yan is not afraid, but if she shrinks back, both she and the baby will die today.

She could see that Zhang Yao really wanted her to die.

Once Zhang Yao escapes, he will definitely cut her throat without hesitation.

She could only try her best to arouse Zhang Yao's anger and make her lose her mind, so that Zhan Mochen and the bodyguards could take action.

An Yan took a breath and continued to provoke Zhang Yao: "By the way, you usually do this and that for me like a dog to please me, don't you hate it so much in your heart? You want to slap me in the face, right? It's a pity that there's no use in hating you anymore? You've been trampled to death by me and will never get over! Do you really want to slap me? Come on, I'm waiting for you, don't you dare, Zhang Yao, you coward ,coward!"

An Yan sneered arrogantly, her tone filled with arrogance and contempt that Zhang Yao had never experienced before.

And every word of this murderous and heart-wrenching sentence was like a steel needle piercing Zhang Yao's heart, stimulating her dark and twisted soul.

She, who was already in a state of collapse and madness, completely lost her last sanity!

That's right, she has long wanted to slap a pseudo-saint like An Yan!
Every time she hears someone praising her for being kind and kind to her in front of her, she hates it so much!
It was obviously An Yan who caused her to be like this, why should she still be grateful to An Yan?

Why? !An Yan thought she didn't dare to hit her, right?

Then she would let An Yan taste the feeling of being slapped!
Without thinking, Zhang Yao raised her hand and slapped An Yan in the face!

But she forgot that she was holding a knife in one hand and strangling An Yan's neck with the other.

When she raised the hand that was holding An Yan's neck and released it, An Yan quickly leaned back.

The neck is away from the blade!
An Yan took advantage of this flash of lightning to push Zhang Yao suddenly and staggered towards Zhan Mochen!
"Yan Yan!"

Zhan Mochen's body tensed up.

He had been prepared for a long time. When An Yan pushed Zhang Yao, he had already rushed over and took An Yan into his arms!
Zhang Yao was shocked and reacted suddenly.

Damn!

This bitch An Yan actually lied to her!

Anger blinded her reason, ignoring the swarm of bodyguards in black, Zhang Yao raised the dagger in her hand and stabbed An Yan, who was held in Zhan Mochen's arms.

Zhan Mochen caught a glimpse of a cold light from the corner of his eye and quickly turned around with Wen Yan in his arms.

Then he kicked hard with his big foot.

"Oh!"

Zhang Yao was kicked in the lower abdomen.

The whole figure staggered and fell to the ground like a kite with its string broken.

The bodyguards swarmed over and quickly pinned her to the ground!

"no no!"

Zhang Yao was like a trapped animal on the verge of death, roaring and struggling desperately, using her last strength to throw the dagger in An Yan's direction!
To die, to die!

She can't survive, and An Yan can't survive either!

It's a pity that the tragic scene of dying together only existed in her fantasy. An Yan was firmly protected in Zhan Mochen's arms. The dagger she threw with all her strength fell to the ground a long way away from the two of them. A cold sound.

An Yan buried her head in Zhan Mochen's arms, her heart pounding.

And Zhan Mochen's body was shaking slightly.

Just as she was about to comfort him and say that she was fine, she felt his arm shake suddenly.

"what happened?"

Ignoring her own embarrassment, An Yan struggled out of Zhan Mochen's arms and looked at his arms.

A thin gash was made on the man's dark gray suit sleeve by a dagger, and the area around the gash was soaked with dark red blood.

"I'm fine." Zhan Mochen wanted to comfort her.

An Yan felt a throbbing pain in her heart. She quickly pressed down on Zhan Mochen's wound and turned around to call someone: "Quick, bring bandages and disinfectant!"

"Yes!"

The bodyguard quickly brought a first aid kit from the ward.

An Yan ignored her disheveled hair and took off her suit jacket from Zhan Mochen on the spot, carefully inspecting his wounds.

A thin cut was made by a dagger on the muscular arm. Although it was not serious, there was still blood seeping out, which was enough to show how sharp the dagger was.

An Yan couldn't help but blush as she recalled the thrilling scene just now, and quickly picked up cotton wool to wipe Zhan Mochen.

Zhan Mochen stopped her, gently pressed the back of her head, and pressed the person against his chest.

"Don't cry, my heart will hurt when you cry. Besides, this little injury is nothing, it doesn't hurt at all. The smell of the medicine is too strong, and our baby won't be used to it. Let them come."

An Yan silently handed the cotton wool to the bodyguard at the side.

She knew that Zhan Mochen was worried that she wouldn't be used to smelling it. Since becoming pregnant, her sense of smell has become very sensitive and she can't smell any pungent smell.

And she was also worried that she could not handle the wound well. Her hands were still shaking now.

Zhan Mochen held his little wife tightly with one hand, stretched out his other hand and held it flat, asking his men to help deal with the injury on his arm.

(End of this chapter)