Rebirth of Invincibility

Han Ruoqi was woken up by a burst of cell phone ringing. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Zheng Moxie had already answered the phone: "Hello"

Sighing, Han Ruoqi turned over and pressed her temples, but felt a little headache.

The call was from Yan Ling. Because he had been doted on by Zheng Moxie for a long time, his tone was as arrogant as Han Ruoqi's: "Zheng Moxie, what time is it? If you don't want to come, tell me earlier, or I will be in trouble."

I haven’t eaten dinner all night”

For some reason, Zheng Moxie's reply was particularly gentle: "Then let Zheng San buy whatever you want to eat. I'll pick you up when I go home."

Yan Ling groaned in dissatisfaction: "I know, I know, if you dare to be so careful again in the future, I will run away from home!"

Zheng Moxie chuckled and continued to coax him: "Yes, be obedient."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Moye's eyes couldn't help but drift to Han Ruoqi. Han Ruoqi's back was facing him, her soft hair scattered on the pillow, her long neck trembling slightly, but her expression could not be seen.

Taking a deep breath, Zheng Moxie said lightly: "You are already awake."

Han Ruoqi blinked, then turned back expressionlessly: "How do you know?"

Zheng Moxie smiled bitterly: "Intuition"

Han Ruoqi shrugged indifferently: "Do you think you are a woman? Have a sixth sense?"

Zheng Moxie just stared at him closely without speaking.

There was a large area of ​​redness and swelling on the delicate and handsome face, which looked a little funny at this time. Zheng Moxie slowly raised his hand, and then wanted to touch Han Ruoqi's cheek.

However, Han Ruoqi leaned back: "We are finished. Besides, don't you still have one at home? If you want to have sex, just look for him."

Han Ruoqi's words were full of indifference, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was particularly dazzling to Zheng Moxie, and his raised hand couldn't help but fall...

Is it really, really over?

There will never be any intersection, there will never be any words, there will never be any care, there will never be any contact again...

Like two completely separated leaves, each floating in different directions...

Han Ruoqi forced herself to put on her clothes. She didn't know if it was because of the excessive consumption, but her fingers were trembling with coldness. Seeing his stiff look, Zheng Moxie really wanted to hold him tightly in her arms.

Then I prepared everything for him, but was turned away by his cold eyes. I could only quietly look at the last figure of his back, and then completely disappeared from sight.

The sound of his staggering footsteps echoed in his ears. Zheng Moxie held on to the sheets tightly, and Han Ruoqi's warmth was still on them. Last night, they were still so close to each other, but it was a pity that it was the last time.

Han Ruoqi was extraordinarily calm in comparison, but that was the calmness after experiencing some ups and downs, the calmness that no longer mattered.

Her dark eyes were bloodshot, the redness and swelling on her face had not subsided, and with her staggering steps, Han Ruoqi was particularly noticeable at this time.

But there was no expression on Han Ruoqi's face, and she just went straight back to her home with Qiao Xintong.

He is like a young bird. Even though he always feels that he is very strong, in fact, he always needs someone to take care of him and needs to find someone to express his grievances to.

When I was young, that person was Lin Xiangjie, three years ago, that person was Zheng Moye, and now, that person is Qiao Xintong

His love for her is not the love between ordinary lovers, but as important and cherished as a family member

Just as he walked into the corridor, Han Ruoqi unexpectedly smelled the smell of blood. His whole body trembled, as if all his nerves were tense at that moment. Han Ruoqi has always been a person who is used to seeing life and death.

But for some reason, he felt very nervous at this time, because he actually felt that something was slowly dying, such as life...

When he pushed the door open, his hands were extremely cold, and the fingers holding the key were too stiff to move. The moment the air in the room rushed into his nostrils, Han Ruoqi's heart trembled, and then he saw

Qiao Xintong was lying on the ground covered in blood.

He rushed over almost at that moment and took Qiao Xintong into his arms: "Daughter-in-law, wake up!"

If he normally encountered such a thing, he would definitely consider the suspect's motive first, but at this moment, his mind was completely unable to think. He just hugged Qiao Xintong tightly and called her name over and over again.

, as if all thoughts stopped at that moment

Bright red blood flowed continuously from Qiao Xintong's wound, dyeing her T-shirt red, and the ends of her golden hair were also dyed red.

Han Ruoqi shook her body trying to wake her up

I don't know how long it took, probably when Han Ruoqi was already hoarse, her eyelashes trembled slightly, just like a butterfly that had just emerged from its cocoon. The movement was very slight, but Han Ruoqi still noticed it, and he widened his eyes.

His eyes told him that this was not an illusion, and then he said softly: "Qiao Xintong, wake up! You have promised to spend the rest of your life with me."

Qiao Xintong opened her eyes, her eyes were very distracted, and her breathing became lighter: "Han Ruoqi..."

Han Ruoqi's fingers were trembling: "I'm here"

Qiao Xintong stared at his profile through her eyes: "...you are not..."

"What's not?" Han Ruoqi held her tighter and hit her face with all his breath.

"You are not Han Ruoqi...Xiao Ruoqi, don't lie to me...at least, don't lie to me at the end of my life." The thin lips slowly opened, but they were so

Powerless...

When Han Ruoqi saw her like this, tears flowed out, staining her long eyelashes, showing a fragmented beauty.

The feeling of heartache is self-evident. He has never known that losing is so painful. From childhood to adulthood, Han Ruoqi has never felt so sad. Because he knows that he will not get it, he has no extravagant expectations for anything, let alone

He didn't take chances and always thought that he would be fearless and not worry about anything he encountered. But this time, he really felt heartbroken...

He didn't know who made Qiao Xintong like this, but judging from the wound, it was probably a gunshot wound. If he had been with her at home today, wouldn't this kind of thing have happened?

But he knows that there are no ifs for anything. At this moment, he can only stiffen his body and look at Qiao Xintong hard, and then remember her appearance in his heart forever. There is nothing else he can do.