"Think it over carefully." Li Beijue said instead of asking him to make a decision.
Nan Jianyuan looked like a fool and had to say against his will, "I've thought about it carefully."
Li Beijue took out his cell phone and sent a message to Huo Yi. After a while, Huo Yi got off the Land Rover at the intersection and walked over quickly. He bowed down respectfully and said, "Sir."
"Give him the thing." Li Beijue raised his eagle eyes casually, and his arrogant and handsome face was suffocating.
Huo Yi took out a small bottle from his arms, placed it on Nan Jianyuan's table, and stepped aside.
Nan Jianyuan stared at the bottle curiously for a few seconds, picked it up again, and couldn't help but ask him, "What is this? A drink?"
"Poison." Simple and crude enough!
Before Nan Jianyuan could throw away the bottle in his hand, he heard Li Beijue's strong order, "Drink it!"
His face felt like he had been punched, it was colorful and wonderful. After a while, his stiff facial features showed a ghostly expression, "Drink, drink, drink? Are you kidding me?!"
He pushed the bottle away suddenly, "You said it was poison. I'm mentally ill and I drank it."
He was not idle, so he gave himself two bottles of dichlorvos to drink and play with.
"I asked you to think carefully just now." Li Beijue reminded him casually, not taking his resistance to heart at all.
Nan Jianyuan's face turned red, and it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to curse, "You asked me to consider drinking poison, didn't you?"
"Because I don't believe you." Li Beijue's dark eyes stared into his, as if he could see through his heart, "Now that you have agreed, how can I ensure that you will not run away in the future? I am too lazy to let people follow you 24 hours a day. Too troublesome."
In order not to drink the poison, Nan Jianyuan raised his left hand and made an oath, "No trouble, no trouble, I promise I won't run away!"
"I just believe you don't want to die." Direct enough, cruel enough!
Nan Jianyuan saw that no matter what he said, Li Beijue wanted him to drink the bottle of something of unknown origin. His beard was so unshaven that he could hardly see his true face, and his facial features were almost crowded together. He suddenly waved his hand and said, "I won't drink, but you will drink if I want."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Yi walked up to him without knowing it, and the muzzle of the Browning pistol was pressed silently against his waist.
Nan Jianyuan's whole body muscles were stiff.
Li Beijue looked into his eyes. There was no emotion on his handsome face. He touched his thin rose lips impatiently and said, "Drink!"
No matter how nervous Nan Jianyuan was, he could sense that he was extremely impatient.
He could also feel that the gun against his waist was not aimed at a fatal place, but at a place where he might be paralyzed if shot. His black and white eyes were full of depression and misfortune, and he looked at Chi Enen, which was called a grievance. Chi Enen was too embarrassed to meet his gaze and looked away.
I'm sorry, she really wants to save Nono.
Seeing the last straw, Nan Jianyuan chose not to save him. He stretched out his hand, slowly picked up the bottle, and accepted his fate, "First of all, I don't want to see you in vain! I will charge money for seeing a doctor."
Xuanhu Jishi also needs money, and he also needs to swipe his credit card to buy a motorcycle. No one will give him one for free because of his excellent medical skills.
It is very expensive to maintain your own hobbies.
"Okay." What Li Beijue lacks most is money!
(End of chapter)