Rebirth of Invincibility

Zheng Moxie pressed him down again, and with a hiss, Han Ruoqi's clothes were torn off. Just as he was about to resist, Zheng Moxie revealed an evil smile: "Hey, for your next life

If I am sexually blessed, I will not be disabled.”

She subconsciously wanted to push the person on her body away, but found that this guy was still stronger than herself. Han Ruoqi curled her lips, her delicate eyelashes trembled slightly, and whispered for a long time: "It would be better if you never wake up in your life."

Already..."

Zheng Moxie bit his lip: "What did you say? If I didn't wake up, you would be so lonely!"

Han Ruoqi continued to struggle pointlessly: "You are currently recovering from a serious illness, so don't do strenuous exercise. Of course, if you really need to vent...let me do it all at once?"

Zheng Moxie smiled elegantly, as if he was not doing such a bad thing: "Doing more exercise is good for your health." He kissed Han Ruoqi's neck: "Not to mention it is something I love to do so much."

Han Ruoqi's black hair was messy and scattered on the pure white pillow. Her lips trembled slightly. She was so beautiful that you couldn't help but want to invade her.

Regardless of Han Ruoqi's plea for mercy, Zheng Moxie eagerly swallowed Han Ruoqi.

It was as if a thousand kilograms of weight were pressed down on her body, and she couldn't get up no matter what. Han Ruoqi rolled her eyes helplessly. Could it be that I will be crushed for the rest of my life?

The shallow moans and moans in the room merged with the constant sound of gunfire outside the window, which was a bit incongruous, but extremely reassuring. Zheng Moye buried his head in Han Ruoqi's neck, and the sweat of the two people merged together:

"...Han Ruoqi, it would be great if we could be together forever."

"Well..." Han Ruoqi's fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her eyes were a little blurry, and she didn't know if she really heard what he said.

It seemed that he was really tired this time. After finishing, Han Ruoqi fell down and fell asleep. Zheng Moxie gently stroked his cheek with her hand, and finally rested on his still red and swollen lips...

The originally intense emotions in his eyes slowly receded, and they turned into a bit of calm relief: "I have been waiting for you for almost three years, and now you are finally willing to open your heart and accept me..."

Zheng Moye knew a long time ago that although Han Ruoqi was by his side, the distance between them was as far as the Great Rift Valley in East Africa. In order to get closer to Han Ruoqi, Zheng Moye built a bridge between the two again and again.

, however, Han Ruoqi ruthlessly blew him up with bombs again and again, turning around indifferently to shut him out without giving him a second glance.

Now, he is finally willing to give himself a chance. Instead of blowing up all his efforts, he quietly opens the door and waits for himself to come in. All in all, this is also a big leap forward!

Zheng Moxie leaned down and kissed Han Ruoqi's lips, seemingly out of breath. Han Ruoqi patted his face, muttered something, turned around and continued to sleep.

A smile slowly formed on the corner of Zheng Moxie's mouth: "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard!"

Zheng Moxie was discharged from the hospital within a few days and took over some of the company's affairs again. After all, he had just returned to the company. Zheng Ji gave him a lot of vacation and a very small workload.

Zheng Moxie was sitting in the office, correcting documents and thinking about how to please Han Ruoqi...

He scratched his hair helplessly and made an internal call: "Zheng San, come over here. I have something to talk to you about."

Zheng San's speed has always been very fast, and he arrived in front of Zheng Moxie in almost a few seconds. He bowed respectfully, with no expression on his face because of his coldness.

Zheng Moxie rubbed the barrel of her pen, frowned like a child and asked, "What do couples usually do when they are together?"

The corner of Zheng San's mouth twitched twice, and the seriousness on his face collapsed. For a moment, he thought he heard wrongly: "Mr. Zheng, what did you say...?"

"What do couples usually do when they are together?" Zheng Moxie repeated it seriously, as if this was really an important question.

Zheng San was silent, and the stiff eyebrows added a hint of darkness at this moment, but more importantly, he was still helpless...

He is a dead soldier of the Zheng family. However, as a dead soldier, he cannot have any personal feelings. As a person who has never been in love or even ambiguous, how do you ask him to answer this question?

But after all, he couldn't disobey his boss's orders. After struggling for a long time, he finally said abruptly: "... I should go on a date first."

"A date?" Zheng Moxie raised his eyes, frowned and repeated: "What is a date for?"

A few black lines suddenly slid down Zheng San's head, but he still explained in an orderly manner: "A date...A date refers to a meeting after a relationship is confirmed, usually to warm up the relationship between the two parties."

Zheng Moxie nodded solemnly: "Well, that makes sense, but where do you usually go on a date?"

Zheng San's face was still expressionless: "You can go to many places for dates, such as amusement parks, movie theaters, beaches, etc. They are all very romantic."

Then he added: "Mr. Zheng, are you going with Master Han? If it's him, you'd better ask him what he likes to eat recently."

Zheng Moxie nodded: "It's better to go there again. If you just take him to eat, it will be easy for him to ignore me."

Thinking of Han Ruoqi's eating appearance, Zheng Moxie smiled sweetly. As long as he can stay by his side, even if he looks at him from a distance, he will feel very happy, very happy...

After making the decision, he smiled with satisfaction at Zheng San: "Okay, you go down first. I won't come to the company tomorrow. Since you gave me such good advice, you can also rest tomorrow."

After Zheng Sankou came to the door and left the room, Zheng Moye picked up the phone again and dialed Han Ruoqi's number. It took a long time before the call was connected. Han Ruoqi's unique and somewhat lazy voice slowly came out: "It's still so early.

What's the matter?"

Zheng Moxie sneered: "So early? It's already ten o'clock, haven't you gotten up yet?"

Han Ruoqi yawned: "I just got up."

"Get up earlier in the future. An irregular life is not good for your health." Zheng Moxie said seductively.

"...I know, I know, you're not my dad, why do you care so much? Besides, if you hadn't tormented me so late yesterday, I would have gotten up long ago." Han Ruoqi stuffed it into her mouth

Two bites of bread, some vague complaints

The smile on Zheng Moxie's mouth grew bigger and bigger. It felt really good to hear Han Ruoqi's voice every morning.