Rebirth of Invincibility

Yui Sugura smiled faintly, then stood up and stretched out his hand: "Then, happy cooperation!"

Xia Yanchen lowered his eyes and held his hand, but his palm was a little cold: "It's a pleasure to cooperate..."

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Looking at the last hundred-dollar bill in his hand, Han Ruoqi looked a little dull. After a while, he turned back and glanced at Qiao Xintong: "Is this the last hundred yuan?"

Qiao Xintong didn't even raise her head, just shrugged: "Then what do you think? We are all unemployed now."

The corners of Han Ruoqi's mouth twitched twice, and then she put the money back into her bag: "...I still want to buy a bag of French fries... It seems like I'd better forget it now. Based on experience, one hundred

Once the dollar is broken, it disappears very quickly.”

Qiao Xintong's hand holding the newspaper trembled suddenly, then she turned to look at him: "It doesn't matter, you go buy it, tonight... I'd better go back."

"No!" Han Ruoqi denied firmly: "...I..."

Qiao Xintong smiled indifferently: "It doesn't matter, I don't do this kind of thing once or twice."

"But...but I wasn't with you at that time!" Han Ruoqi sat next to her and held her hand tightly: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I promised you even though I had nothing.

's whole life"

The smile at the corner of her mouth became stiffer and stiffer. For the first time, Han Ruoqi realized that she was too impulsive. Even if she could stay by her side, how could she live with her?

No money, no house, no car...

The atmosphere between the two became stiff for a moment. Qiao Xintong pursed her lips, then leaned her head on Han Ruoqi's shoulder: "Actually, you may not know... When I am with you, even if I live in poverty, I will still be very happy."

happiness"

Because there is a reassuring smell about you, as quiet and nostalgic as the afternoon sun...

Han Ruoqi shook his head. The more she behaved like this, the more guilty he felt. If he hadn't been with her back then, their endings would have been different.

Cruelly, he stood up and said, "At this time tomorrow, I will transfer the money to your card...wait for me..."

After saying this, he walked into the bedroom and closed the door hard.

Qiao Xintong looked at the crack in the door without a single crack...and suddenly felt her whole heart tremble.

.....Actually, I'm just a person who can enjoy myself for half a day just by giving me a sweet date, so you don't have to do this for me.

Han Ruoqi was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The Korean burger on the other side staggered to his side, and then leaned her head on his chest: "Hug..."

Han Ruoqi sighed, then took him off her body: "Don't bother me! Do you think I can buy you potato chips just because you act cute with me? Tell you, this is impossible!"

Not sure if he understood everything, Han Baobao's mouth twitched twice, then turned around and nodded lightly: "I understand."

Han Ruoqi: ".........."

Taking the mobile phone on the bedside, Han Ruoqi pressed the number, and then deleted it. After struggling for a long time, she deleted it several times, but still called it.

Zheng Moxie was correcting documents in the office. When she picked up her phone and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar number, her eyes felt moist.

He stared at the number for a long time, and only when he was sure that it was really not an illusion, he cautiously answered the call.

Han Ruoqi didn't speak, she was still looking at the ceiling, her mind was blank, and she looked like she did during the college entrance examination.

He didn't speak, but Zheng Moxie couldn't wait any longer: "Qiqi, what's the matter?"

Han Ruoqi's heart tightened, but she still tried hard to speak, even though her voice was a little hoarse: "Just call me by my name, this is not in bed."

Hearing his words, Zheng Moxie was stunned for a moment. At this time, Han Ruoqi was as if he had eaten a bomb, and every word he spoke was laced with thorns.

After giving a wry smile, Zheng Moxie said somewhat arrogantly: "...Okay, Han Ruoqi, is this what you called me? Did you miss me or something?"

Han Ruoqi also laughed, laughing so hard that tears almost fell: "I missed you, I missed your RMB."

"Huh?" Zheng Moxie obviously didn't expect his current situation.

Han Ruoqi took a deep breath, and then said: "...Zheng Moxie, you used to like my body very much, right? I don't know if the one you have next to me is as comfortable as mine..."

The hand holding the phone trembled, and Zheng Moxie frowned in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"That's what it means, don't you understand?"

"I don't understand..." Zheng Moxie shook his head

The corner of Han Ruoqi's mouth twitched twice, and then she began to explain: "I just have no money. I can stay with you for one night and give me 100,000 yuan, okay?"

Zheng Moxie was silent for a long time, and Han Ruoqi could only hear his heavy breathing: "Damn! Is it possible? Give me an answer, I'm almost out of money on the phone!"

"...Can you stay with me for a few more days?"

This time it was Han Ruoqi's turn to be silent. After a while, he refused: "I'm sorry, I just want to use money to support my wife. If you don't agree, forget it. I can find someone else."

I don't know if Han Ruoqi said this intentionally, but Zheng Moxie was a little anxious: "Don't go to others..."

"Does that mean you agreed?"

"yes..."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Moxie felt that the whole world was a bit fantasy, and her mood was half happy and half sad...

I could finally see Han Ruoqi and kiss him without any scruples, but seeing him like this made me feel particularly distressed.

In fact, Zheng Moxie could have put pressure on him financially and used this method to keep him by his side, but at that time he was worried about Han Ruoqi's feelings, so he didn't do so.

He knew that Han Ruoqi had a very strong self-esteem, and now he had completely lowered his profile in front of him because of money issues, which showed how difficult his life was now. Even if he was not by his side, Zheng Moxie hoped that he could live well.

Fortunately, at this time, he had every way to help him without hurting his self-esteem, but why was he unwilling to do so?

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In the luxurious presidential suite, everything is so luxurious but taken for granted.

Han Ruoqi was sitting on the bed. Her hair was still slightly damp because she had just taken a shower. She was twisting the sheets in her hands and listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom.