Reborn Top Student and Sweet Little Wife

He Jingxing turned his eyebrows to look at Ding Han, "When did you become so disobedient? Or do you think I will hurt you?"

"My life was saved by Mr. He, even if you really want my life, I have nothing to say, but how dare I let Mr. He personally serve me tea?"

He Jingxing smiled a little, and slowly stood up, halfway through the cigarette in his ashtray, and then put it in his pocket with one hand, and approached Ding Han.

When he came to her, he paused, then suddenly turned around and reached out to pinch Ding Han's throat.

Things turned too fast, Ding Han was totally caught off guard, she didn't dare to struggle, she had seen this man's skill, the more she struggled and died faster, "Mr. He...what did I do wrong..."

He Jingxing's other hand was still inserted in his trouser pocket, but he had enough one hand to prevent Ding Han from moving. He coldly said, "It's wrong that you restored your memory but didn't tell me."

Ding Han Tongren was slightly bored, "Mr. He...cough...I didn't...restore memory..."

"is it?"

"Yes, it is……"

He Jingxing let go of Ding Han's throat, but held her wrist again. With a force, she buckled her wrist on her back, and then somehow touched a rope to tie her hands back.

Ding Han's breath hasn't slowed down yet, "Mr. He... what do you mean?"

"Try whether you have recovered your memory."

"Mr. He, I... ah..." Ding Han was pushed hard by He Jingxing on the sofa.

He Jingxing walked over again, crouched down, and began to tie Ding Han's feet with a rope.

Ding Han didn't dare to struggle. She is now Ding Han. It is Ding Han who obeyed He Jing's words. Struggling is useless because she is not an opponent of the moody man in front of her.

Ding Han tried to suppress the inner confusion, "Mr. He, how do you want to try? I cooperate with you."

He Jingxing ignored Ding Han's question and tied her feet to get up and went to the study. After a while, Kung Fu came out of the study and came to Ding Han with a black bag in her hand.

Ding Han watched He Jingxing unpack the bag. What appeared in the line of sight was a bundle of several cylindrical objects. A black rectangular box was tied to it. There were four wires of different colors connected between the box and the cylindrical object. With.

Ding Han had not been in the army and could not recognize what it was at a glance, but he always felt a little familiar and seemed to have seen it on TV.

He Jingxing dropped the bag and began to tie his hand around Ding Han's waist.

Ding Han subconsciously wanted to avoid, but his hands and feet were tied, and he couldn't move at all. Some of the scenes watched on the TV suddenly flashed in his mind. Ding Han's face instantly turned white. "Mr. He... this... is this a bomb?" "

He Jingxing kept moving in his hand, and there was a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ding Han couldn't calm down anymore, and began struggling violently, "Mr. He... I have always been loyal to you... How can you treat me like this... Let me go... Let me go..."

He Jingxing raised his eyebrows, "Don't move, you'll be tied right away."

Ding Han struggled more fiercely, shouting loudly, "Help, help..."

"To shut up!"

At this juncture of life and death, Ding Han's brain was blank, only knowing the instinctive cry: "Help, help... Ah..."

He Jingxing cut a knife in the position of Ding Han's neck, and she instantly passed out.