Rebirth of Invincibility

The bright sunshine slanted through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto the man's broad shoulders. He sat quietly at his desk, smoking cigarettes one by one. The smoke filled the entire space wantonly and was inseparable from touch.

The sunlight mixed in was meaningless, it was an ethereal orange...

He raised his head slightly and sighed. Perhaps only when he was numbed by the smell of tobacco would he forget the man lying in a pool of blood...

...Han Ruoqi...

It has been a month, and this name that no one dared to mention to him has always stayed in his mind along with that charming smiling face.

"Zheng Moxie, don't wash your clothes or anything else. They will always get dirty anyway."

"Zheng Moxie, you want to be a gangster with temperament, a bastard with taste, and an illiterate with knowledge!"

"Zheng Moxie, I admit that love has to be made, but no matter how good it is, it will get boring one day, so you always give me a chance to play hard to get."

"Zheng Moye, first of all, there is a generation gap between us, and secondly, you don't have a generation gap. How can we communicate?"

The corner of Zheng Moxie's mouth raised a faint smile. I remember that among all the male favorites, he seemed to be the only one who dared to call his own name. When he was corrected for the first time, he pouted and retorted, "Isn't the name just for people?"

Did you name it? Do you think the only purpose of your name is to be engraved on the tombstone?"

In fact, Han Ruoqi is not the most beautiful among Zheng Moxie's many male favorites, nor is she the most capable. She can't cook or wash clothes... It seems that she just likes

He always loses his temper when eating, and interrupts his eating, but Zheng Moxie just likes to tie him tightly to his side and take good care of him like a pet.

You know, Zheng Moye's male favorites are widely distributed, ranging from top students from all walks of life to bricklayers in the newly built community next door...

But for some reason, Han Ruoqi had the deepest impression in his mind, so the person who was always by his side was the Han Ruoqi who was always smiling.

Maybe it’s because he has a beautiful smile, maybe it’s because he’s very well-behaved, maybe it’s because he’s happy-go-lucky and never picky

But now the only recognition in Zheng Moxie's tense brain is that when she fell in love with him, he betrayed him...

A month has passed, but Zheng Moxie's heartache has not subsided at all. Whether he is sad because the person he loves the most has passed away, or he is hating because of that person's betrayal. His feelings for Han Ruoqi also confused him.

Maybe you still love him, but you should hate him, hate him for betraying you, hate him for lying to you...

Yes, I hate him, so I have to find him. Zheng Moxie really doesn’t believe it. That person just died without leaving any trace.

Find him and punish him severely

This is the only thought Zheng Moxie has now, and it is also his entire belief in surviving this month...

He even thought about what exciting torture tools he would use when he caught the disobedient pet and how he would leave his own marks on his body.

When people have goals, no matter how bad the situation is, they will live well

Therefore, Zheng Moxie has hardly left the office from a month ago to now. Except for the occasional time to eat instant noodles, he has been searching for all the information about Han Ruoqi, the undercover agent sent by Interpol to the Qinglong Gang.

He had a feeling, a very clear feeling, that Han Ruoqi would not die, definitely not. He must have been rescued by the man named Lin Xiangjie at that time, and he must still be receiving treatment in a certain hospital.

Definitely...won't...die...

The door knocked softly, and then an old man walked in. He was already over fifty, but his steps were still steady and his spine was still straight. You can vaguely see the majesty of his youth.

"Father..." Zheng Moxie looked at Zheng Ji blankly, and then spoke after a long while.

In the smoke that filled the room, Zheng Moxie looked very depressed, his eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, and his chin was already covered with stubble.

Looking at his son whose former glory had faded, Zheng Ji smiled, but there was a chill in his eyes: "Xiao Xie, how did you handle the matter last month? I heard you worked very hard this month.

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Zheng Moxie lowered his head slightly, his face covered with shadows, and his expression could not be seen: "I'm sorry, father, I...I haven't found Han Ruoqi's whereabouts yet."

Zheng Ji raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Oh? If you haven't found it, then don't check it. Even if he is dead, that kind of person will not be of any help to us anyway."

Zheng Moxie suddenly raised his head, clenched his fists tightly, and said in a very low voice: "No! I must find him, even if he dies... I will catch him back."

We must capture him, punish him severely, and let him feel the feeling of betrayal, at all costs...

"No need, he is just a pawn for them. It's not worth spending too much energy on him." Zheng Ji still smiled, but every word he said carried undoubted pressure.

"He is definitely not dead yet. Father, please give me some more time. I will definitely be able to find him." Zheng Moxie frowned and said slowly, but there was a hint of hope in his domineering words.

Zheng Ji was stunned for a moment, and then started to look at the child who grew up beside him again. No, now he has grown into a man who can take on everything.

This is the first time he refutes himself

In the past, he always respected Zheng Ji very much. Whenever he said something, no matter how unrealistic it was or how difficult it was, Zheng Moxie would do it. Although he did it very well every time, he never did it.

give his own opinion

But today, Zheng Moxie refuted him. Although the disagreement only stemmed from a little boy's favorite, this child finally dared to refute under his own pressure. This can be regarded as progress.

"Oh, I'm very satisfied with your performance today, but I don't want you to stop for anyone in the future."

Zheng Moye lowered his eyes slowly, not stopping for anyone? But... why could that person easily affect his emotions and everything?

No matter how hard you try, you can't drive his presence away from your heart;

No matter how hard you try, you can't smooth out the imprint on his mind with countless works;

No matter how hard I try, I can't adapt to life without him...

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