Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

In this short week, to Qin Shu, it seemed that he had gone through several reincarnations.

Die, resurrect, die again...resurrect.

In the end, she couldn't tell whether she was dead or alive.

Yan Jing's so-called "big gift" is to use various cruel methods to torture and kill her over and over again.

The hemp rope as thick as a thumb bound her neck and tightened it a little bit, allowing her to struggle in vain with her mouth wide open, but she couldn't breathe a trace of air.

Wet the paper with water, covered her face, sealed her facial features, and then poured water through the paper. The water choked into her lungs along her mouth and nose, but she couldn't cough it out, and slowly felt the pain of her lungs bursting.

Or simply drop her into a filled tank and put the lid back on.

Or else, just feed her poison, heartburning poison, so painful that her limbs and bones could not help convulsing, every strand of hair trembled, and finally died of pain.

After experiencing this purgatory-like life, Qin Shu had already forgotten the pain in her body, and it was her spirit that was really tortured.

Every time she was resurrected, when she opened her eyes, she would rather be dead.

To die means to sleep in the dark, undisturbed, and free from torment and pain.

This is much better than living and suffering.

But she still forced herself to wake up from the darkness every time.

Because she has two people in her heart.

her lover, and her children.

If you die, you will never see them again.

Qin Shu tried to blink his eyelashes, but he could still feel the adhesion of his eye sockets.

I don't know if it's the wet tears in the corners of the eyes, or the coagulated blood in the eye sockets.

call......

Exhaling a foul breath, she forcefully opened her eyes.

His bloodshot eyes turned slowly, ignoring the stimulation of the strong light above his head.

In just a few days, apart from being tired and haggard, all that remained on her face was numbness.

Gujing Wubo's eyes were full of vicissitudes that did not match his age.

"Welcome back." A playful male voice sounded from the side.

Hearing this familiar voice, Qin Shu didn't react too much.

She turned her head slowly and turned towards the door, facing Yan Jing who was leaning on the door frame and curling her lips.

She doesn't even have the strength to sit up now, so she can only lie down and look at Yan Jing.

Her throat was itchy and painful, she swallowed her saliva, and said slowly, "Do you have any new tricks today?"

Yan Jing narrowed his eyes in surprise, as if he didn't expect this woman to be so stubborn.

He walked towards Qin Shu with his slender legs.

He squatted down in front of her, stretched out his hand to pinch her thin face that was almost collapsed, looked at her, and said regretfully: "It's a pity, your immortal body is really rare, otherwise I really want you to try the taste of ancient Lingchi." Son."

Speaking of this, he seemed very interested, his slender eyes shone slightly, and said excitedly: "If you are cut into pieces, there should be no way to revive you? Or I will ask someone to make a tailor-made one for you. A meat grinder to make meat into puree should be able to achieve the same effect."

"..."

Qin Shu didn't want to say any more about the word pervert.

Looking at the expectant Yan Jing, Qin Shu pulled his lips and poured a spoonful of cold water on him feebly: "It seems that you have no new tricks."

Yan Jing's palms pinching her face tightened immediately.

He stared at her condescendingly for a while, then said quietly: "Let's change the game."