Rebirth of Invincibility

He kissed Han Ruoqi's lips fiercely, forced his tongue into his mouth and swept it wantonly

Han Ruoqi pushed Zheng Moxie's chest to distance herself, but Zheng Moxie tightly restrained the back of his head with one hand, leaving him unable to resist and could only bear...

"Uh... let go..." Han Ruoqi struggled hard, but Zheng Moxie blocked everything in his mouth.

It wasn't until he was out of breath that Zheng Moxie threw him on the bed

Han Ruoqi gasped, her eyes a little blurry: "What are you doing?"

Zheng Moxie sneered, his voice almost freezing: "What are you doing? Ha, Su Yang, I remember I warned you, never lie to me."

Han Ruoqi frowned, what did he lie to him about? Except for the fact that he was possessed by Su Yang, everything else seemed to be lenient to him.

Could it be that he saw it?

"I lied to you...what?" Han Ruoqi asked with some confidence.

"Su Yang, Su Lan's adopted son, the illegitimate son of Zhou Yuntong, the wife of the president of the Jin Group, and Han Ruoqi's half-brother?"

Han Ruoqi paused and fell back onto the bed as soon as she got up: "That's nonsense..."

Zheng Moxie smiled sadly, took out something from behind, and then threw it on the bed: "See for yourself."

Han Ruoqi lowered his eyes, and a few bold black characters came into view, and his face turned pale in an instant.

I saw the words written in black and white on the thin little book: Genetic Test Report...

He raised his hand and slowly picked up the book, his fingertips trembling slightly.

After a quick glance, both Han Ruoqi and Su Yang became sluggish in an instant.

Su Yang... turned out to be his biological brother...

In other words, Han Ruoqi is the 9-year-old child that Su Yang's biological mother gave to her relatives?

This year Su Yang is 16 years old and he is 25 years old. The time coincides with each other, and he lost his memory due to a car accident when he was 13 years old. So what happened in those 13 years, he himself has no idea...

The childhood I got from my parents was complete and happy, but the reality was that it was so hard.

It turns out... I was the one who was abandoned. Like Su Yang, he was abandoned by that woman because of money...

But what’s even more ridiculous is that he has been abandoned for 16 years and he doesn’t know anything!?!

A long time ago, Su Yang once asked Han Ruoqi: "What would happen to you if your mother treated you like this?"

At that time, Han Ruoqi smiled lightly: "Sex first, then kill..."

But now, all of this is so ironic

Han Ruoqi frowned and clenched the sheets tightly with her fingers.

"Speak, keep lying to me. Aren't you as smooth-talking and eloquent as your brother?" Zheng Moxie grabbed Han Ruoqi's collar with one hand and forcibly pulled him in front of him, his expression almost ferocious.

Han Ruoqi just lowered his head and remained silent for a while...

"Let me ask you one last question, where is Han Ruoqi?" Zheng Moxie held his chin tightly and forced him to look directly into his eyes.

The corners of Han Ruoqi's mouth raised slightly, but her eyes were full of sadness: "Zheng Moxie, if the clown cried on stage, would you think he was being funny?"

Looking at his eyes, Zheng Moxie was really taken aback. It seemed like...he had never shown such an expression before...

It's obvious that he has an indifferent face all the time, why is he so...sad...

Tears slowly fell from the corners of Han Ruoqi's eyes, sliding down a beautiful line on her cheeks

A strange feeling flashed through Zheng Moxie's heart, but his face remained expressionless: "Tell me where Han Ruoqi is, otherwise... you will bear the consequences."

Where is Han Ruoqi... Where is Han Ruoqi... Are you a fucking repeater? You can only speak one sentence!

Su Yang is still in shock...

Han Ruoqi is his brother, do they look so similar?

Seeing that he had no reaction, Zheng Moxie suddenly pushed him down on the bed. The fragrance of the boy's body filled the tip of his nose. The temptation that was once the most attractive has now become worthless in Zheng Moxie's mind. No matter what method he uses...

We must forcefully find out where that person is...

As soon as he turned his wrist, a dagger appeared between his fingers. Zheng Moxie stared at Han Ruoqi with a smile but not a smile: "If you want to live, I suggest you tell me the truth."

The cold blade of the knife was pressed against his neck, and the blood flow seemed to feel a pressure. Han Ruoqi's head seemed to have stopped turning when he saw the report, turning a blind eye to it all, but his thoughts were still there.

In those fragile yet powerful words...

Do people need a reason to live?

He asked himself over and over again in his mind, what should he do if necessary, and the only reason turned into a scam...

Yes, in Han Ruoqi's heart, his parents are everything to him. He has always been very happy because he has a pair of very good parents.

But now, even these only happiness have turned into bubbles, what will he rely on to survive...

Han Ruoqi is a bit naturally stupid, or maybe because of the car accident that year, he doesn't think too much about it. For example, people of his age are probably worried about work and marriage, but he never thinks about it too much.

never thought about...

He is like a young animal. As long as he has enough food and the love of his parents, he can become very happy...

But beauty is meant to be revealed. His only happiness turned into a passing cloud and disappeared.

Ever since he was a child, he has been afraid of being abandoned. It seems that being abandoned left a deep mark on his heart. Even if he has forgotten the scene at that time, the sadness of being abandoned still spreads in his heart.

..

Therefore, he has always been abandoned by others, and has always been afraid that the person around him will give up on him, so that until now, no one can enter his heart, and no one can change everything about him.

Seeing the boy below him crying more and more fiercely, Zheng Moxie couldn't help but feel pity, but still frowned angrily, and the dagger pressed against his neck was lowered...

Blood streaks spread down the fair skin little by little, like a blank piece of rice paper being slowly infected.

But Han Ruoqi didn't seem to feel any pain, because the wound on his heart was the real fatal wound. It hurt so much that he probably had no time to care about the rest.

Zheng Moye threw the daggers on the ground one after another. The sharp edge of the blade touched the cold floor and made a crisp sound, but it was a little lonely...