Chapter 272 You Are Not Really My Dad, Are You?
"What are you talking about? What did I steal?"
He Nanxi slowly took two steps back, gently clasped his left wrist with his right hand, and pressed the button on the bracelet.
She was on guard, the man's voice was clearly the voice of the waiter in Milan!
Even though he was wearing a hat and a mask, she still recognized those eyes.
It’s definitely him!
"Why go back if you've already given up?"
He asked with interest:
"I don't want to touch you, nor do I want to touch that little brat, but if you get in my way, I don't know what I can do. By then, it might be too late for you to regret it."
He Nanxi squinted her eyes and looked at him: "I don't know what you are talking about. We don't even know each other. Please give my son back to me."
He shook his head: "Don't play dumb, He Nanxi, I've said this, and I'll only give you this one chance. If there's a next time, it won't be so simple."
The man left this sentence and turned away.
He Nanxi looked at his back, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly:
"Ji Zhinian!"
The man paused, and when he turned around, his face was cold and he stared at He Nanxi viciously, as if he was going to dismember He Nanxi in the next second.
He Nanxi couldn't help but take two steps back, his eyes full of horror.
Can the Dead Really Be Resurrected?
No, he is not dead at all!
"Aren't you dead? Why are you still alive?!"
He Nanxi's voice was sharp. How big a game is this?
Ji Zhinian used his own death in exchange for the wealth and glory that Ji Jiaojiao would never have in her lifetime.
He lived in anonymity, like a ghost.
What is this for?
"I wanted to let you go, why are you so disobedient?"
Ji Zhinian's voice became eerie and terrifying. He approached He Nanxi step by step and pulled out a dagger from his waist.
"You know what? I don't want to kill anymore. Why are you forcing me? They forced me back then, and now you're forcing me too. Isn't it better to live a good life?"
His voice was filled with madness, He Nanxi's heart beat faster and faster, and panic swept through her body.
Did Ji Zhinian kill anyone?
Who is forcing him?
What is going on here?
"I advise you to calm down. This is China, not a lawless place. Killing someone means paying with your life."
"Haha, I'm already dead, how can I pay for my life? I might as well kill you, so that no one can stop Jiaojiao."
Ji Zhinian looked He Nanxi up and down, as if thinking about where to start more conveniently.
"Are you killing me for Ji Jiaojiao?"
He Nanxi's pupils suddenly contracted.
Is his reason for killing people so simple?
"Ji Jiaojiao was the one who persecuted me from the beginning. She almost killed two people in my life. Now you want to kill me for her?"
Ji Zhinian looked around, as if thinking about how he should escape if he killed He Nanxi.
This is not a decade ago. There are surveillance cameras everywhere outside. It is very difficult to find a blind spot to kill someone and then escape.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, and Ji Zhinian's face tightened:
"Did you call the police?"
He Nanxi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the familiar footsteps.
"I'm not stupid. Don't I know to bring bodyguards with me when I go out?"
"Humph! You're lucky this time. If you dare to say anything, I guarantee your son will die miserably!"
Ji Zhinian turned around and ran, quickly disappearing at the end of the road.
"Go chase him! The man in front is the murderer who kidnapped An Ze!"
He Nanxi shouted loudly to the bodyguard, his heart full of anxiety. What if he ran away and attacked Xiao Anze?
She quickly notified He Chao, and she was extremely anxious.
At this time, Fu Ci Yan had already found the two little ones, Xiao Anze and Han Jinshu.
Xiao Anze stood in front of Han Jinshu, his eyes full of vigilance:
"Who are you? Why are you stopping us?"
Fu Ci Yan looked at the little kid in front of him, his heart filled with bitterness.
This is his son.
But he never took a good look at the child.
The last time was when he was just born.
Later, he often looked at little Anze from a distance, but he could never see him clearly.
This time he finally had a chance, but the child didn't recognize him and was hostile to him.
"I'm your mother's friend, you can call me... Uncle Fu."
Fu Ciyan's heart felt like it was stabbed by a knife.
What He Nanxi said as a joke has now become a reality.
Xiao Anze still refused to believe it:
"Then call my mother."
Fu Ci Yan smiled. This little guy was quite alert.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Fu Ciyan was afraid that He Nanxi wouldn't answer the phone, so he sent a message before dialing the number. Sure enough, the other party answered immediately:
"Fu Ciyan? You said you found little Anze?"
When little Anze heard his mother's voice, his eyes lit up and he shouted loudly:
"Mom, mom, I miss you so much. Please come and pick me up soon. Sister Jinshu is with me too. Please tell Aunt Qiu not to worry."
He Nanxi's tears came down in an instant:
"Anze, be good, don't be afraid. Mommy will come to pick you up soon. Just follow Uncle Fu and don't run around, okay?"
Fu Ci Yan was hurt again by the three words "Uncle Fu".
I can't even laugh.
"Don't worry, wait for me at home. I'll bring the two children back. Don't worry, no one else will see them."
He Nanxi knew this was the fastest way, so he agreed.
At this time, the two bodyguards also ran back, but obviously they did not catch Ji Zhinian.
Fu Ciyan hung up the phone, looked at the two children who had let down their guard, and reached out to them:
"Come on, kids. I'll take you home."
"Uncle Fu, you are so handsome."
Han Jinshu praised sweetly while holding Fu Ci Yan's hand.
Fu Ciyan smiled and looked at Xiao Anze:
"Am I handsome?"
Little Anze tilted his head: "I think uncle looks very familiar."
Han Jinshu was surprised:
"Brother Anze, you and Uncle Fu look alike."
Little Anze frowned and looked at Fu Ci Yan, seeming a little confused.
"You look more like Uncle Fu when you frown!"
Han Jinshu seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.
"Brother Anze, didn't you say your father was far away? Could it be that Uncle Fu is your father? You look so alike!"
The corners of Fu Ci Yan's mouth twitched.
This little girl is telling the truth.
"Okay, get in the car."
Fu Ci Yan had no choice but to change the subject. He was afraid that if the little girl continued talking like that, he would no longer be able to cover up the truth.
He believed that he would eventually meet little Anze, but not now.
He still has things to do, and He Nanxi has not accepted him. At this critical juncture, it is better not to bring bad luck upon himself.
Little Anze was silent and didn't say anything. Fu Ci Yan sat in the back seat with the two children, his eyes always on little Anze.
"Uncle Fu, you're not really my father, are you?"
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