Rebirth of Invincibility

Zheng San watched Zheng Moxie's pressure getting lower and lower next to him, and suddenly wanted to laugh. It seemed that Han Huoshan could finally leave his life...

"Han Ruoqi!" Zheng Moxie suddenly stood in front of him and shouted.

At that time, Zheng San clearly saw Han Ruoqi's body stiffen.

"Glass named Zheng? Is this how you see me in your heart? Ha, it's quite new!" Zheng Moxie raised the corner of his mouth, but it was full of haze...

The corner of Han Ruoqi's mouth twitched twice: "...Is it new? But...but this is also a fact? Isn't your surname Zheng? Aren't you Glass?"

"Shut up!" Zheng Moxie looked at him with countless anger. If looks could kill, Zheng San felt that Han Ruoqi would have been cremated by now...

Han Ruoqi lowered his head and began to twist the corners of his clothes. His appearance became well-behaved again, and he lost the arrogance at all.

Seeing him like this, Zheng Moxie was reluctant to do anything to him.

Zheng San looked like he was watching a good show and gradually became lonely. The end of this incident was that Zheng Moxie fired those male favorites. As for Han Ruoqi's punishment, I heard that it was just Zheng Moxie who didn't get out of bed the next day.

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As mentioned above, Zheng San's hatred for Han Ruoqi has lasted for more than a day or two. Finally one day, after learning that Han Ruoqi died due to an accidental shooting, Zheng San was so excited that he shed tears for the first time in his life. Although

He couldn't be too cheerful in front of the boss Zheng Moxie, but he still went to drink wine in private to celebrate with the rest of the boys. Unfortunately, Han Ruoqi unexpectedly came back with a different look!!!

Zheng San clenched the phone in his hand, looked out the window at the night, and finally shook his head and sighed: "Nima, there are indeed some idiots, such as Han Ruoqi, who are always having some shitty luck..."

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Zheng Moye felt that Han Ruoqi's sleep had not been very sound. She was tossing and turning and mumbling to herself: "I feel uncomfortable... Xie, I'm dizzy..."

Although he was really tired and didn't want to get up again, when he heard Han Ruoqi calling his name subconsciously, Zheng Moxie raised the corners of his mouth with relief and then touched Han Ruoqi's forehead. However, with such a touch, he found that Han Ruoqi

Qi’s forehead was terribly hot.

A trace of worry appeared in his heart, Zheng Moxie frowned and quickly helped Han Ruoqi up and leaned against him: "Damn it, I actually have a fever!"

Han Ruoqi's cheeks were red. Because of the strong light, her eyelashes trembled, but she did not open them.

Zheng Moxie walked downstairs in slippers and carried water and medicine for a while, looked for a thermometer and called the doctor...

Han Ruoqi's cold was a bit severe, and she had a high fever for several days.

Zheng Moxie never went to the company and stayed by his side to take care of him. Even if Han Ruoqi occasionally uttered some vague and incomprehensible nonsense, Zheng Moxie listened carefully.

In the second week, Han Ruoqi's consciousness finally became clearer. Her head was pounding, as if it was going to explode. Han Ruoqi's eyelashes trembled, and then she frowned: "...Water

...sore throat..."

Zheng Moxie was lying next to him and almost fell asleep, but when she heard his voice, she immediately got up and poured a glass of water and brought it to Han Ruoqi's mouth: "Drink slowly, what else do you want to eat?"

Han Ruoqi weakly leaned against the bed and coughed a few times: "...Wei Long"

"What?" Zheng Moxie obviously didn't have such a thing in his subconscious, and thought he didn't hear clearly.

Han Ruoqi glared at him, her throat seemed to be on fire, but she still repeated: "Wei Long!"

"...What is Weilong?" Zheng Moxie blinked.

If Han Ruoqi had enough strength at this time, he would definitely jump up and kick Zheng Moxie away from him, but the problem is, he didn't...

"It's that kind of spicy gluten," Han Ruoqi explained with a sigh.

"Spicy? Gluten?" Zheng Moxie sneered: "...Although I don't know what Weilong is, are you sure you can eat spicy things now? Just like that night, if I read it correctly, you

I drank almost a carton of beer!”

"Please, buy me a pack, it's only 50 cents a pack...really!" Han Ruoqi's tone was already pleading, and her eyes, which were still hazy just after she opened them, were filled with tears.

"Fifty cents!" The corner of Zheng Moxie's mouth twitched twice, and then he put the water glass back to Han Ruoqi's mouth: "....Can you eat something worth fifty cents? Han Ruoqi, I find that you are really getting better and better.

Not classy!”

Han Ruoqi frowned and knocked down the water glass: "Damn it! You've never tried Weilong and you're too embarrassed to ask me about the quality."

In fact, they would have such quarrels several times a day. Zheng Moxie didn't bother to argue with him. He poured out the medicine on the bedside and directly stuffed it into Han Ruoqi's half-open mouth, then turned and left without looking back:

"I'll buy it for you when your temperature comes down."

Han Ruoqi actually summoned up all her strength to have a big quarrel with him, but seeing his lonely back, she could only shrug her shoulders for a long time and didn't know what to say...

Pulling off the salt water hanging on the back of her hand, Han Ruoqi walked straight out of bed, then looked out the window, and suddenly saw a young woman-like woman holding a one or two-year-old child...

--------The beginning, we are all children. Later, we all have children.

Qiao Xintong......

Isn't it true that she has lived like this in the past three years, enduring all the loneliness alone, taking care of their children alone, recalling their past alone, and looking for herself...

Time passes, even if I want to keep memories, I am powerless

But even so, Han Ruoqi can still clearly remember the winter they were together. Even though it was very cold, as long as she holds each other's hands, she will feel a kind of power generated in her body...

The slender eyebrows knitted together in an instant. Han Ruoqi's fingers clenched tightly on the window. She didn't know if it was because of illness. Her whole person looked fragile and fragile.

Zheng Moxie, who went downstairs to get a cup, walked forward, then slowly put his arms around Han Ruoqi's waist, and said lightly: "...What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Han Ruoqi shook his head, but his eyes still did not shift.

Zheng Moxie followed his gaze and looked down, then sighed: "You want a child, right?"

Han Ruoqi shook his head: "No"

"Then what do you want?"

"I want a child," Han Ruoqi broke away from his arms and said expressionlessly.

Zheng Moxie: ".........."