Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 1 Reunion in the Mortuary

"Remember, you can never talk to her, otherwise..."

"Understood." The cold male voice impatiently interrupted the mechanical voice without any emotion.

A tall and tall man stood in a room surrounded by mirrors, his piercing eyes quickly swept across the room, and finally landed on a mirror that was only slightly different from other mirrors.

Then he raised his right hand without hesitation, clenched it into a fist, and slammed it heavily on the clean mirror...

……

"It's gloomy here, and there are so many morgues, is it really the legendary morgue?"

"Hiss—it's so cold." Driven by the cold, Ruan Shiyan shrank her shoulders instinctively before she had time to think about it, and tightened the only white coat on her body.

Accompanied by the screams that got farther and farther away, she walked to the opened mortuary cabinet that had just escaped, and frowned, "Which murderer brought my aunt and grandma here? Do you want to freeze me to death?"

"Could it be...someone who was tricked by me came back to take revenge on me?"

Ruan Shiyan couldn't figure out why, so she walked to the mortuary cabinet next door, opened the door, and pulled it out... a pair of feet that were as frozen as pig's hooves appeared in front of her eyes, and there was a writing on one of the toes. A sign with a name, a few numbers, and a string of text.

"vomit……"

The acid water in the stomach immediately surged up, Ruan Shiyan hurriedly closed the door of the cupboard, retching several times to barely relieve it.

But when she regained her composure, she looked down and was dumbfounded—why did she have the same brand on her own toes?

Ruan Shiyan's brain buzzed, before she looked down to see what was written on the sign, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the morgue.

Almost in the next second, she felt that she had been firmly locked by a piercing gaze.

Ruan Shiyan raised her head subconsciously, and found a man in a suit and leather shoes appeared at the door of the morgue.

The man's eyes were complicated and extremely oppressive. Just looking at each other gave goosebumps to her back, and even her breathing began to be suppressed.

The moment the four eyes met, the man immediately stepped forward with straight long legs and walked straight towards her.

Ruan Shiyan swallowed, and retreated instinctively, trying to find a chance to escape.

But just as she took a step back, a cold voice of command fell into her ears.

"stop."

Ruan Shiyan wanted to run away, but her body inexplicably took the initiative and chose to obey.

The man took the opportunity to step forward, stretched out his long arms, and directly trapped Ruan Shiyan between the mortuary cabinet and his chest.

In front of her was a face of "Death King", and behind her were countless cold corpses. Ruan Shiyan always had the feeling that this man could put her back in the mortuary at any time.

Her pupils shrank slightly, suppressing the fear in her heart, she squatted down quickly, trying to escape from under the man's arms.

But this idea just popped up in her mind, before she squatted down completely, the man in front of her seemed to have seen through her little trick, his dry and hot palms accurately held her shoulders, and directly squeezed half of her shoulders. She squatted and lifted it up.

"You... you let go..." Ruan Shiyan began to struggle instinctively, but before she could finish her trembling words, there was a sudden throbbing pain in her heart...

Looking at the pale face of the little woman in front of him who fainted instantly due to the pain, Song Zehan frowned while hugging her.

really.

He immediately took off his suit jacket, wrapped her tightly, then tore off the mortuary tag on her toes, and carried her out of the morgue...

　Dangdang~ A new article after many days is here~
　　This time it’s still a sweet story, no mistress, no ex, just two fiery hearts that love each other~
　　Life is not easy, but sweet and cherished~
　　Be good~ eat candy at ease~
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　　Song Zehan: If the world is not gentle to you, then let me be your world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)