Chapter 2019 Come and Save Me

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"Huh!"

Zhao Tiezhu let out a long breath. He would just do his best when the time comes. As for the result, he could only leave it to fate.

On the other side, in the lounge on the second floor.

Mohammed sat on a chair backwards, put his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and held the detonator in his hand.

Sun Jiaying stood behind Mohammed, clenched her fists, and gently hit Mohammed's shoulders.

"Push harder." Mohammed whispered.

Sun Jiaying pouted and slightly increased the strength of her hands.

"I think you have never served a man like this in your life?" Mohammed asked with a smile.

Sun Jiaying did not answer.

Mohammed continued, "Maybe I am the luckiest fan in the world. I can actually let my idol give me a massage. Alas, life."

Sun Jiaying still did not speak.

"Are you dumb?" Mohammed turned his head and looked at Sun Jiaying, saying, "You have an opinion about what I said, right?"

Sun Jiaying continued to remain silent.

Pa.

Mohammed raised his hand and slapped Sun Jiaying.

Sun Jiaying touched her face in shock and anger, looked at Mohammed, and said, "What are you doing!"

"I ask you a question, you have to answer it. If you don't answer it, I will think you are dumb, and if you want to be dumb, I don't mind cutting off your tongue." Mohammed said calmly.

Sun Jiaying just covered her face, looking at Mohammed with tears, but she didn't cry after all.

Mohammed didn't seem to have much sympathy for women, but turned his head, leaned his head on the chair, and then continued to ask, "Do you have a man you like?"

"A man you like?" Sun Jiaying didn't dare to continue pretending to be dumb this time. Who knows if this terrorist will get angry and kill her? So Sun Jiaying could only repeat that sentence for a while, and then she thought in her mind whether she had a man she really liked.

After thinking for a long time, Sun Jiaying found that she had lived for more than 20 years in this life, and she really had never met a man she really liked. There were a few people she liked, but they were limited to having a good impression. The most recent one was her landlord, but it was just a good impression, and it could not be said whether she liked him or not.

"No." Sun Jiaying shook her head and said.

"Then if I can successfully escape from here this time, are you willing to go with me? We can live a carefree life with 1 billion US dollars." Mohammed looked at Sun Jiaying emotionally. It seems that he is really a fan of Sun Jiaying.

Sun Jiaying's brain moved, thinking that since this person is her fan, can she say something to him? If she can successfully persuade him to abandon the dark and join the light, it will be a great thing.

"You like my singing, right?" Sun Jiaying looked at Mohammed and asked.

"Yes, I like your singing very much, Miss Jiaying." Mohammed said with a smile, "Your singing seems to come from nature. In this world, no one's singing can compare to yours, Miss Jiaying."

Looking at Mohammed's expression, if it weren't for the fact that this person had just slapped her, Sun Jiaying would have thought that this person was a very good fan, but the pain on her face was still there. Sun Jiaying sank for a moment, and then said, "Then do you remember that I have a song called "Freedom"? "

"Remember, of course I remember!" Mohammed said, with an admiring look on his face, and said, "I I like the song "Freedom" the most. I also hope that one day, everyone in the world can have a pair of wings as you said and fly to their own freedom. "

"Since you like this song, do you think that your current behavior is completely contrary to what I sang in the song? The meaning of the song "Freedom" is that everyone can get along equally and live in harmony and freedom. Now, you have kidnapped more than 200 people here just for your own selfish interests. This has deprived hundreds of people of their freedom for nothing. Don't you feel guilty?" Sun Jiaying said.

Muhammad's eyes showed a trace of confusion, "I just want to make my life better."

"But, just to make your life better, can you deprive so many people of their freedom? Can you kill a person who poses no threat so easily?" Sun Jiaying said, she felt angry. She despised selfish people the most. Muhammad was obviously like this at the moment, but now she was in his hands, so although Sun Jiaying was angry, she suppressed it, because in Sun Jiaying's opinion, it seemed that Muhammad was a little tempted!

The confusion on Muhammad's face became more and more intense, and he said, "If not, how can I get the money!"

"You can rely on your own labor! Look, who doesn't need to work for themselves now? Even the richest man in Asia and the richest man in the world, they all make their money by themselves. I don't like bad people, really!" Sun Jiaying said seriously.

There was a struggle on Muhammad's face, and Sun Jiaying was happy and was about to say something.

Suddenly, a slap hit her face again.

All the struggle and confusion on Mohammed's face disappeared, replaced by a playful look.

"My goddess, I like your songs so much, but I like green dollars more. From now on, you sing for me, sing "Freedom", I want to listen all the time." Mohammed laughed grimly.

Sun Jiaying's expression froze. Her face was already burning after being slapped twice. The grievance and fear in Sun Jiaying's heart had already spread. In this situation, Sun Jiaying had to sing a positive song. Sun Jiaying really couldn't stand it and couldn't sing.

However, Mohammed raised his hand again.

Sun Jiaying took a step back in fear.

"I'll give you three seconds to sing." Mohammed said.

"I..." Sun Jiaying wanted to say something, but Mohammed kept talking, "Three, two, one!"

"The breeze blowing the willows messes up my thoughts, and the fireworks in the alleys make my eyebrows lazy..."

Sun Jiaying opened her mouth and began to sing. Mohammed smiled, closed his eyes, and rested his head on the chair, saying, "Massage me while singing."

Sun Jiaying trembled and gently pounded on Mohammed's shoulders, but her eyes kept looking at the door.

Mr. Landlord, when will you come to save me!