Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

A few minutes later, Qin Shu was escorted by two people and brought into a room similar to a laboratory. The bright light illuminated the dirt all over her body clearly.

She was as embarrassed as a beggar who had just crawled out of a pile of dead people.

But she did emerge from a pile of corpses, piles of animal corpses.

As soon as she entered the room, a strong gaze that could not be ignored immediately locked on her!

Qin Shu raised his eyes, and after getting used to the too bright light, he saw clearly the figure sitting not far away.

It was a slender and lean man in a silver overcoat. The palm of his hand resting on the chair seemed to be covered only by a thin layer of skin, with subcutaneous tendons faintly visible.The wrist bone protrudes high, and further up, there is a thin wrist exposed from the sleeve.

His facial features are very three-dimensional, but they are not as deep as men's, but more feminine. His skin is also uncommonly white, but his lips are bright red, forming a sharp contrast.

What a sharp and strange face.

Especially those eagle hooked eyes, looking at it gloomyly, as if looking at a dead object, it makes people very uncomfortable.

"Boss, I brought it here." The subordinate said to the man respectfully.

He was still a little scared of this woman who had come back from the dead. After saying this, he immediately let go of his hand and took a step to the side.

Qin Shu's hands were freed, and he immediately relaxed a lot. He moved his shoulders and arms slightly.

She didn't intend to run away until she figured out her situation.

Moreover, according to her observations when she came all the way just now, it should not be easy to leave this place.

Why bother with pointless struggle.

Her eyes returned to the man who had been sizing her up all the time, she thought about it, and said tentatively: "You are the eldest son of the Yan family... Yan Jing?"

The voice that came out was hoarse and unpleasant, which surprised her.

But then I thought, after staying in that airtight room full of corpse and musty smell for an unknown amount of time, it's not surprising that my throat has become like this.

She calmly looked at the man opposite, waiting for his response.

"Just by the title of my subordinates, I can judge my identity. Sure enough, Miss Qin is a very smart woman."

Yan Jing said quietly, the corners of his crimson lips twitched obliquely, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

His words are equivalent to admitting his identity.

Qin Shu breathed a sigh of relief.

Now it can be regarded as confirming that he has neither time-traveled nor resurrected with a dead body.

She is still herself.

As for the reason for her resurrection from the dead, it is still unclear.

Of course, she is not the only one who is curious about this question.

Yan Jing slowly got up from the chair and walked towards her.

The gloomy and cold eyes are always looking at her.

When he was about two meters away from Qin Shu, he stopped, raised his hand to cover the tip of his nose, showing a trace of disgust.

Qin Shu knew that she stinks badly, not to mention other people, she didn't want to smell more.

But now is not the time to be embarrassed.

She looked at Yan Jing with her usual expression, and asked the most important question to her at the moment: "I don't know how Young Master Yan plans to deal with me?"

Yan Jing took away the hand that was covering his nose, gave a wicked low smile, and said, "That depends on whether you want to die or live."

"No one wants to die, right?" Qin Shu looked at him calmly.

Yan Jing narrowed his slender eyes, and his eyes became sharper.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Very well, then tell me, why did you die and live again?"