Acting as a substitute

Chapter 78

The moment the video was connected, Bo Shenyan immediately held his breath.

He hurriedly looked for Yuan Jiayi on the screen.

Such a bright and dazzling young man, Bo Shenyan saw him immediately.

Yuan Jiayi was injured, his face was covered with blood, his hands were tied behind his back, and he could vaguely see blood dripping from his fingertips.

Bo Shenyan's eyes were burning with distress, and he couldn't help but want to call his name.

But no one understands the current situation better than him.

Bo Shenrong is a lunatic.

No matter what result Bo Shenyan wants, Bo Shenrong will go against his ideas and change the answer.

If he showed that he cared about Yuan Jiayi and would rather give up the Bo family to Bo Shenrong, Bo Shenrong would still kill Yuan Jiayi after readily accepting his promise.

Bo Shenrong's level of vengeance made Bo Shenyan extremely terrified.

The two have been fighting for so many years, and Bo Shenyan knows his temper, but since he has no weakness, he will not be afraid.

Since the death of his mother, except for the bodies of his grandparents, Bo Shenyan has never had anything to be afraid of. He fought against Bo Kang and Bo Shenrong, who had become other people's loving fathers, with his solitary courage, and encountered countless difficulties and challenges. He gritted his teeth and shouldered all the setbacks by himself.

Facing Bo Kang's threats, Bo Shenyan has always been cold-eyed and relatively unafraid, and never gave them any sweetness, which naturally made Bo Shenrong hold a grudge.

What's more, the severe injury they suffered a few days ago will make Bo Shenrong take revenge on him like crazy.

So it wasn't until this time that Bo Shenyan knew what it meant to be afraid.

He was afraid that the bald head would hurt Yuan Jiayi, that Wo Ze would not find where the kidnappers were hiding, and that Bo Shenrong would drag Yuan Jiayi to hell in spite of everything.

He had never been so afraid.

This kind of fear is the same as holding his mother lying in his arms bleeding profusely, watching her swallow her last breath.

At that time, he could cry loudly, begging his mother not to leave him, and wash away his fear with tears wantonly.

But now he dare not even say a word.

As long as he opened his mouth today and Bo Shenrong grasped his fatal weakness, then Yuan Jiayi would have no way out.

Bo Shenyan saw that the bald man took out two guns from his overcoat, loaded them leisurely, and put them on the shoulders of Yuan Jiayi and the other two.

Then asked him with a smile.

"President Bo, your two friends are here, choose one."

Bo Shenyan looked numb.

What should he say.

What to choose, what is available.

Bluntly choose the young man he is even willing to trade for with his life?

That undoubtedly exacerbated Yuan Jiayi's death.

Bo Shenyan seemed to see the determined smile in Sheng Lan's eyes.

But he didn't dare to gamble, and he didn't dare to expose it.

"Shen Yan, save me! I'm so scared! I'm in so much pain... woo woo..."

Sheng Lan's tears were seven points sincere and three points calculating.

Although he was very afraid of the gun on his shoulder, he was sure that Bo Shenrong would not allow his bald head to hurt him, so he unscrupulously showed Bo Shenyan his fragility and helplessness.

But in retrospect, the person holding the gun was not Bo Shenrong after all, but this bald man who hated him very much and seemed irrational.

Sheng Lan wasn't sure if he would kill himself impulsively, deliberately, or accidentally.

So after thinking about it, the seventy percent sincerity in his heart became all, and he shouted hoarsely, "Shen Yan, Shen Yan, you must save me, I am really in pain...you can't leave me... please You, Shen Yan..."

Yuan Jiayi slowly raised his head, and because of his movements, blood from the back of his head dripped down his slender neck into his collar.

He looked so frail.

His face was as white as paper.

Bo Shenyan couldn't help but look away from him.

Yuan Jiayi also looked at him.

The camera is far away from him, very unclear.

But Bo Shenyan could still clearly see the fine sweat on his forehead due to the pain.

Seeing Bo Shenyan looking at him, Yuan Jiayi seemed to have caught a glimmer of hope. He gently moved his chapped lips. Because of the sticky blood, they didn't open at the first time, and the lips stuck to the bloody part of his lower lip. Sipi opened his mouth with difficulty.

"...Bo...uh...Mr. Bo, please help me..."

Bo Shenyan's eyes turned red instantly.

How painful it must be.

His Yuan Jiayi was in so much pain that he said such a thing.

then.

Bo Shenyan heard his own voice.

Straightforward, without hesitation.

"Let Sheng Lan go."

He kept staring closely at Yuan Jiayi's already somewhat absent-minded eyes.

The slight glow in those eyes was extinguished in an instant.

"What about the other one?" The bald head held the loaded gun, pressed Yuan Jiayi's face against Yuan Jiayi's face, and looked at Bo Shenyan on the screen, "You little face, can you bear it?"

Bo Shenyan choked up.

The bald head slapped Yuan Jiayi twice again, and said with a smile, "Forget it, I'll let him use one of his hands."

that hand.

That hand...it was his hand.

Every inch of skin on the hands, every protruding joint, and every piece of extremely short and round nails have all been imprinted with his marks.

How could he bear the pain that was closely connected with him.

That was his Yuan Jiayi.

Bo Shenyan could hardly hold back the tears that were about to overflow from his hot eyes.

He could only pretend to be tired and wiped his face vigorously, and frowned impatiently, "Whatever, as long as you let Lan Lan go, just ask how much money you want."

Yuan Jiayi hung his head weakly, and when he heard the voice coming from the screen, he couldn't help giggling, and was hit on the forehead by the butt of the gun with the bald head, and his shoulders immediately slackened again.

The dark red blood slowly slid down the brow bone, and overflowed into Yuan Jiayi's eyes.

Bo Shenyan clenched his fists tightly, and the neat nails cut the palm of his hand hard enough to bleed.

"Forget it, Shenyan, you save Jiayi, please, save Jiayi," Sheng Lan cried so sadly, every drop of false tears that shed made Bo Shenyan wish he could get over there from the screen, Swallowed him alive, smashed his bones to ashes, "I don't want you to save me, you save him..."

But he still could only laugh and said, "Why should I save him? What does his life and death have to do with me?"

"It's related, it's related to you, Shen Yan, after all, he has slept with you for so long," Sheng Lan said crying, "My health is not good, and Jia Yi's health is better, you let him live, you choose him, You don't abandon him."

Bo Shenyan had severe pain in his chest, and every word was bloody. His fingers hidden outside the camera trembled uncontrollably, and he tried not to let himself look at the pale-faced young man next to Sheng Lan.

"Lanlan, what does he compare to you? From the beginning to the end, he was just your substitute."

"But Shen Yan, you are married after all. Although the ring you customized for me is now on his finger, I don't care...Although I saved grandma, you also found a donor to save me. My life and death have nothing to do with you, our Sheng family is already in debt to your Bo family, you really don't have to save me..."

Sheng Lan was still pretending to be innocent and stabbing at Yuan Jiayi's wound, still making up his own lies, forgetting that both he and Yuan Jiayi were wearing hospital gowns at this time.

"You save Jiayi, or he won't be able to keep his hand... Shen Yan, please..."

Yuan Jiayi let out a muffled laugh, buried his head even lower, and could barely see the ups and downs of his breathing.

Bo Shenyan was about to shatter the phone.

Jiajia.

Yuan Jiayi.

His original Jiayi.

Please, stop laughing, I'm saving you, please.

really please...

Don't be like my mother, lying lifeless in front of my eyes.

Bo Shenyan followed Sheng Lan's words, pretending to show a hypocritical and guilty expression.

"Yuan Jiayi, I'm sorry, Lanlan can't do anything, his hand is for playing the piano... After I get out from here, I will treat you well."

Yuan Jiayi's fingers tied behind his back suddenly curled up.

He pressed the blood-stained ring tightly and whimpered in pain.

The sound was extremely hoarse, full of despair.

Then he slowly rubbed his icy knuckles, as if every time Bo Shenyan was covering his hands for him.

He pursed his lips and nodded.

Blood dripped from the brow bone onto his thin hospital gown.

Even the bald head couldn't help turning his face away, and slowly lowered the gun to his side.

He took out his dagger and cut the knot that bound Yuan Jiayi's wrist.

Yuan Jiayi didn't respond to this move, and waited for his next move with a frozen face.

The bald head held Yuan Jiayi's slender wrist, raised it to the camera, and signaled Bo Shenyan to look here.

He sneered and pulled the trigger.

The loaded bullets were fast and powerful, and the sound of firing was deafening.

It passed through Yuan Jiayi's palm in an instant.

With the sound of bullet casings falling to the ground.

Blood splattered.

Yuan Jiayi let out a short growl, bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from making a sound, tears fell down in big drops, and his chest heaved violently.

He whimpered and slipped to the ground, losing all feeling in his left arm, unable to distinguish whether it was pain or numbness.

The bald head put away his gun, bent over to untie Sheng Lan's rope, and took him aside.

Bo Shenrong, who was quietly waiting for the show, issued the final order.

Yuan Jiayi lay motionless on the ground.

That evening.

He knew about the night when his mother was brought back by Bo Shenyan.

The two were lying on the bed, and he asked Bo Shenyan the question.

"If one day, Sheng Lan and I fell into the water, who would you save?"

How did Bo Shenyan answer?

"I will save you, even if I die."

"I will never give up on you."

Yuan Jiayi held his injured hand, sobbing softly.

You clearly said that you would not abandon me.

Why are you still... cheating.

Bo Shenyan looked at his hand in shock and pain, his heart froze from the cold.

He watched Yuan Jiayi try his best to straighten up, insisting on stubbornly raising his arms to wipe the wet blood on his face, but the rubbing became more and more dirty.

Then he staggers to the camera.

He raised his bloody hand and tremblingly touched the camera.

There was a relieved smile in those light-colored pupils.

"Bo Shenyan, I don't owe you any more."

The author has something to say: the gun came out.

I'm numb.

I am so sorry.

It was really uncomfortable.

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