He Jingxing frowned and looked at Ding Han, "When did you become so disobedient? Or do you think I will harm you?"
"My life was saved by Mr. He. Even if you really want my life, I have nothing to say, but how can I dare to ask Mr. He to pour me tea in person?"
He Jingxing smiled and stood up slowly. Halfway through, he put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray, then put one hand into his trouser pocket and walked towards Ding Han.
When he walked to her side, he paused, then suddenly turned around and reached out to grab Ding Han's throat.
Things changed so fast that Ding Han was completely caught off guard. She didn't dare to struggle. She had seen this man's skills before. The more she struggled, the faster she died. "Mr. He... I did something wrong..."
He Jingxing's other hand was still in his trouser pocket, but his one hand was enough to make Ding Han unable to move. He said coldly: "The mistake was that you recovered your memory but didn't tell me."
Ding Han's pupils were slightly dilated, "Mr. He... ahem... I haven't... recovered my memory..."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, it is… "
He Jingxing let go of Ding Han's throat, but held her wrists again. With a strong force, he clasped her wrists behind her back, and then found a rope from somewhere and tied her hands up behind her back.
Ding Han's breathing hadn't slowed down yet, "Mr. He... what do you mean?"
"Try to see if you can regain your memory."
"Mr. He, I... ah..." Ding Han was pushed hard by He Jingxing and fell onto the sofa.
He Jingxing walked over again, knelt down, and began to tie Ding Han's feet with ropes.
Ding Han didn't dare to struggle. She was Ding Han now, a Ding Han who obeyed He Jingxing's words. Besides, it was useless to struggle, because she was no match for the moody man in front of her.
Ding Han tried hard to suppress the panic in his heart, "Mr. He, what do you want to try? I will cooperate with you."
He Jingxing ignored Ding Han's question, tied her feet and got up and went to the study. After a while, he came out of the study again, holding a black bag in his hand and came to sit next to Ding Han.
Ding Han watched He Jingxing open the bag. What appeared in his sight was several cylindrical objects tied together. A black rectangular box was tied to it. There were four wires of different colors connecting the box and the cylindrical object. With.
Ding Han had never been in the army, so he couldn't recognize what it was at first glance, but he always felt that it looked familiar, as if he had seen it on TV.
He Jingxing threw away the bag and began to tie the things in his hands to Ding Han's waist.
Ding Han subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't move at all. Some scenes he watched on TV suddenly flashed in his mind, and Ding Han's face turned pale instantly, "Mr. He... this... is this a bomb?"
He Jingxing kept moving his hands, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his lips, "Secretary Ding has good taste."
Ding Han could no longer calm down and began to struggle violently, "Mr. He... I have always been loyal to you... How could you do this to me... Let me go... Let me go quickly... "
He Jingxing frowned, "Don't move, it will be tied up soon."
Ding Han struggled even more fiercely and shouted, "Help, help..."
"Shut up!"
At this critical moment of life and death, Ding Han's mind went blank and he could only instinctively shout: "Help, help... ah..."
He Jingxing struck Ding Han on the back of her neck with his knife, and she fainted instantly.