Chapter 1292
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He Jingxing furrowed his brows as he looked at Ding Han. "When did you become so disobedient? Or do you think I'll hurt you? "
"Mr. He saved my life. Even if you really want to take my life, I have nothing to say. But how could I dare let Mr. He personally pour me tea?"
He Jing Xing smiled and slowly got up. When he was halfway up, he put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray. Then, he put one hand in his trouser pocket and walked closer to Ding Han.
When he reached her side, he paused for a moment then suddenly turned around and reached out to grab Ding Han by the throat.
Things changed too quickly and 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 would die. "Mr. He... What did I do wrong..."
He Jing Xing's other hand was still in his trouser pocket, but one of his hands was enough to make Ding Han unable to move. He coldly said: "The mistake was that you recovered your memory but didn't tell me."
Ding Han's eyes widened slightly. "Mr. He... Cough cough... I didn't... recover my memory..."
"Really?"
"Yes... Yes..."
He Jingxing let go of Ding Han's throat then grabbed her wrists. He exerted force and locked her wrists behind her back. Then he pulled out a rope from somewhere and tied her hands behind her back.
Ding Han's breathing hadn't calmed down yet. "Mr. He... What do you mean by this?"
"I'm testing to see if you recovered your memory."
"Mr. He, I... Ah..." He Jingxing pushed Ding Han so hard that she fell onto the sofa.
He Jingxing walked over again, squatted down, and used the rope to tie Ding Han's legs.
Ding Han didn't dare to struggle. She was now Ding Han, the Ding Han who obeyed He Jingxing's every word. There was no point in struggling because she was no match for this temperamental man in front of her.
Ding Han tried her best to suppress the panic in her heart. "Mr. He, how do you want to test it? I will cooperate with you. "
He Jingxing ignored Ding Han's question. After tying her feet, he got up and went to the study. After a while, he came out of the study with a black bag in his hand and sat down beside Ding Han.
Ding Han watched as He Jingxing opened the bag. What appeared in her line of sight was a few cylindrical objects tied together. A black rectangular box was tied to the top of the cylindrical objects. There were four different-colored wires connecting the box to the cylindrical objects.
Ding Han had never been in the army, so she couldn't recognize what it was at first glance. However, she felt that it looked familiar, as if she had seen it on TV before.
He Jingxing threw away the bag and began to tie the things in his hands to Ding Han's waist.
Ding Han instinctively wanted to dodge, but her hands and feet were tied, so she couldn't move at all. Scenes from the TV suddenly flashed through her mind, and Ding Han's face instantly turned pale. "Mr. He... is... is this a bomb?"
He Jingxing's hands didn't stop moving, and the corners of his mouth curved into a bloodthirsty smile. "Secretary Ding, you have good taste."
Ding Han couldn't stay calm anymore and started to struggle violently. "Mr. He... I've always been loyal to you... How could you do this to me... Let me go... Hurry and let me go..."
He Jingxing furrowed his brows. "Don't move. I'll be done soon."
Ding Han struggled even more fiercely and shouted loudly, "Help, help …"
"Shut up!"
In this life and death situation, Ding Han's mind went blank. She could only instinctively scream, "Help, help... Ah..."
He Jingxing chopped the back of Ding Han's neck, and she instantly fainted.
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