Chapter 347 The thrill of stabbing a knife (2)(1/2)
Yu Xiuxiu exhausted his breath.
She doesn't want to hear or believe it.
"A genius will believe your nonsense. Tang Xuning, you are just a villain. This kind of thing is still chewing the root of your tongue behind your back..."
"I'm a villain?" Tang Xuning's voice became deeper, and he looked at her with a gloomy smile. There was a sharp knife in his eyes, which made Yu Xiuxiu dare not look directly.
"Did Uncle Yu never tell you? Who was the person who took people to capture Tang Wei back then?"
Tang Xuning's expression and voice had an aggressive meaning. His face was very close to Yu Xiuxiu at this time, and the shadows were cast on her face, making Yu Xiuxiu feel scared for no reason.
Not afraid of him.
But he was afraid of what he was about to say.
The subconscious guess was almost bursting out, fear strangled her heart, but she didn't dare to ask, and could only stare at Tang Xuning blankly, feeling weak, as if paralyzed.
"Did you guessed it?"
Tang Xuning laughed softly.
He was laughing, but it was like a devil's warning. He wanted to tear open her bones and blood and her disguised strength, so that she could face the problems she never wanted to believe and face.
"Why don't you speak? Huh?"
Seeing Yu Xiuxiu's eyes staring like copper bells, Tang Xuning felt a sting in his heart and found the pleasure of stabbing again.
"You hear it clearly. It's Uncle Yu, your father. He is the initiator of the incident."
Tang Xuning's words were heavy and heavy, like a pile of anger, bursting out in hysteria. He even grabbed Yu Xiuxiu's collar and roared loudly, "You said, if you were Huo Zhongnan, who would you hate the most? The people in Yujia Village are just foilings, and your family is the main owner."
Yu Xiuxiu shook his head, "I don't want to listen to you..."
"If you don't want to listen, you can watch it." Tang Xuning curled his lips obliquely and sneered, "When the accident happened, your life was hanging on the line. Did he come to save you? No. He was holding his childhood sweetheart, thinking about saving her life, not you, Yu Xiuxiu."
Too cruel.
Too cruel.
If Tang Xuning had deliberately angered her, he would have done it.
Yu Xiuxiu's heart was really twitching and painful.
Tang Xuning refused to let her go. He pressed her every word, looking at her like a loser, and she felt great satisfaction and pleasure in her heart. "When you think about it this way, do you think you are just a joke?"
Yu Xiuxiu's ears buzzed, and she laughed in anger, and her eyes looked at the distance with red eyes, and suddenly shedded her eyes.
"The coast guard ship is here?"
So fast? Unexpectedly.
It also disrupted the rhythm of the two people's quarrel.
There were bursts of exclamations coming from the sea.
"Help."
"Help."
A radio came from the coast guard ship.
The coast guard called on everyone not to panic, they are preparing for rescue...
Yu Xiuxiu covered his face, so excited that he didn't know what to say, so he slowly closed his eyes.
“That’s great, it’s great.”
At least one sentence of what Tang Xuning said was correct. Huo Zhongnan was the organizer of this trip. If the accident was serious, he would have to bear more or less responsibility. Moreover, no matter what the Yujia Village members were, Yu Xiuxiu did not want them to be buried at the bottom of the sea.
...
The coast guard ship arrived in time,
People have hope of survival and shout for help.
The scene was out of control for a while.
...
Inside the cabin, it was pitch black.
Everyone has gone out, and it is much quieter than the noise outside.
A mirror was poured on the ground, and half of it hung on it. A kettle was broken, and the boiling water flowed all over the ground, as if it was still steaming.
It turns out that luxury is damaged and will be in a mess.
Among the piles of debris, Huo Zhongnan had a very difficult walk. He pushed a table that fell to the ground, helped Tang Wenji sit up, and looked at the mirror again.
"Aren't you afraid of seeing yourself in the mirror?"
Tang Wenji's leg was hit by the table, and it seemed to be a little painful. He frowned, glanced at the mirror, and slowly raised his head, looking at Huo Zhongnan in confusion.
"Why did you do this?"
Huo Zhongnan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Uncle Tang is going to pay the debt? Tsk, you really didn't disappoint me."
Tang Wenji sighed, stroked his injured leg, and said in an unknown way: "Anan, it is not scary to do something wrong by a person. It is scary that he is too erratic. Do you know why I insist on following me this time?"
Huo Zhongnan raised his chin.
Tang Wenji said: "I am afraid that you will go further and further away and will not turn back. I will do anything that you and I regret for revenge. I hope to stop you. But I was wrong. I thought you were at least grateful to me. After all, I helped your father back then. You had hatred for them, but you wouldn't have it to me, right? But now you are... crazy."
Another long sigh.
He spoke powerlessly and helplessly.
Huo Zhongnan sneered and looked at Tang Wenji's serious face, "Uncle Tang Tai collapsed in front of him and his face remained unchanged. He is a master. No wonder he was able to fool the group of people in Yujia Village back then."
His eyes froze, lowered his voice, and smiled, "I'm curious, are you never afraid when you look in the mirror?"
Tang Wenji looked at him suspiciously: "What did I do? Why am I afraid?"
Huo Zhongnan squatted down slowly, stared at him, and looked straight.
"Why does my cruise ship seep and sink?"
"I want to ask you too." Tang Wenji looked at him without any distractions. Instead, he looked at him with an angry expression, "How did you do that while killing others, and showing goodwill to others?"
Huo Zhongnan looked at him silently.
The hull was still swaying, and then there was another loud bang, as if something had collapsed on the bow of the hull.
Huo Zhongnan didn't move, and his body didn't shake for a moment.
Tang Wenji didn't.
Although the two of them had many opportunities to get along alone before, they were both good at disguising each other, and no one had seen so much hostility from each other's eyes.
A kind of resentment that seems to be trying to kill the other party.
Tang Wenji was laughing, and finally laughed out loud.
"Anan, you're still too young."
If this meaning is unknown, others will definitely not be able to hear what it is referring to, but Huo Zhongnan understands and he is laughing at him.
"Uncle Tang is very confident. Do you think no one knows what you did back then? But Deng Chunkai was cured by me. You think that you destroyed the ship and injured people and framed me today, and no one knows it, but the net of sky is vast and you still can't escape."
"Anan, did you learn from your father's ability to bite back?"
When talking about Zhao Weixuan, some cold air really appeared in Huo Zhongnan's eyes.
"Ha." Tang Wenji chuckled softly, coughed twice, raised his head slightly, and whispered: "Deng Chunkai has not been cured by you. What he said in the hall tonight is a voice actor dubbing, right?"
Huo Zhongnan seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Is it useful to blackmail me?" Tang Wenji smiled and said, "I haven't done it before. Nothing you said is useful, young man. If Deng Chunkai really could testify for you, I probably wouldn't have the chance to go out for a trip."
Why find evidence if there is evidence?
This is normal logic.
Huo Zhongnan did not refute, but just smiled coldly.
"When you get to the police, you will know whether it is true or not."
In the darkness, another cough from Tang Wenji came.
"Can you show me your book "Looking at the Mountain"?"
Huo Zhongnan smiled but said nothing.
Tang Wenji said again: "I have read the first part of "Wangshan"..."
Huo Zhongnan said: "So, in order not to reveal the scandal, you asked someone to kill Xiong Wenfeng?"
"Don't get me wrong. I'm just curious about what's next."
Tang Wenji looked back at him with a smile, his posture of sitting there was not changing. His face was calm and peaceful, and he also had a patience to win.
"Tick, Tick."
No one spoke, and the mechanical watch made a slight rhythm.
To be continued...