Rebirth of Invincibility

Han Ruoqi continued to live in the Zheng family, and the treatment was still the same as before, a clean room and delicious food, without the previous restraint and abuse.

For a moment, he even thought he had gone back to the past...

And Zheng Moye, as he said, never did anything to Han Ruoqi, not even a kiss or a hug. He just talked to Han Ruoqi for an hour every day after coming back from get off work, no matter what. Time, even if he came back at midnight, he would grab Han Ruoqi from the bed and chat until 1 in the morning.

And the content they talked about was nothing more than the former Han Ruoqi...

Zheng Moxie looked out the window, then lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers: "You know? Some times, some places, some people... really come into my heart without any reason... really

No need for any reason..."

No need for any reason?

Han Ruoqi raised her eyes and picked up the cigarette case that Zheng Moxie had just put down from the table. She also took out a cigarette and lit it: "Then, we must use all our strength to forget..." Forget that person, forget

Can I?

Zheng Moxie lit the cigarette in his hand and flicked the ash into the ashtray: "Sometimes it only takes a minute to meet someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to fall in love with someone, but it takes time.

Spend your whole life trying to forget someone."

Han Ruoqi's lips squirmed slightly while holding the cigarette in her mouth, and suddenly she couldn't say anything.

It was like something was pressed on his heart and he couldn't say a word. He just stared at Zheng Moye quietly through the smoke, just staring at him. Does he really love himself? Even if he is really like him.

If you say you love yourself so much, should you believe it...

Countless questions rushed into his brain at once, but Han Ruoqi's eyes were very calm, but something was surging in the dark, just like the deep undercurrent in the sea, something was surging silently and unknown to everyone.

He turned his head and suddenly felt that his eyes were a little moist, tears were welling up in his eyes, and there was a sourness in his heart.

As if he noticed something strange about Han Ruoqi, Zheng Moxie suddenly leaned forward and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

-----Are you okay?

It seems that this man has said this to himself many times. He will say it when he is injured in an accident, he will say it when he wakes up in the middle of the night, and he will even say it when he is choked while eating, and he always has this expression.

, it’s so as if it’s lost, it’s so repetitive...

Han Ruoqi smiled and waved his hands indifferently: "It's okay, I just choked on the smoke."

Through the misty smoke, you can vaguely see the clear eyes of the young man, like an oriental landscape painting, rendered to the extreme, so clear that it seems to reflect your own appearance.

Zheng Moxie didn't speak, just looked at him and smoked silently, without any expression on his face.

It seemed that he was really smoked. Han Ruoqi felt that tears were about to flow down. He stood up stiffly: "I'm sleepy, I want to go to bed."

In fact, he had just sat here with Zheng Moxie, but suddenly, Zheng Moxie nodded and acquiesced.

Han Ruoqi lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. The thoughts in her head were no longer so messy, but became blank. It seemed that she couldn't think of anything. All she could think of was Zheng Moxie's face...

Both eyes became empty, a lifeless darkness, but there was some inexplicable flicker...

--------In any play called love, some people are destined to wait for others, and some people are destined to be waited for.

Although Han Ruoqi lives in Zheng Moxie's house, their relationship is definitely not as close as two years ago. If I use an idiom to describe it, they treat each other as if they were guests...

In the past, Han Ruoqi could call Zheng Moxie by his name, but now he can only call him Mr. Zheng. In the past, he could treat Zheng Moxie as a servant with great arrogance, but now he no longer dares.

In fact, Han Ruoqi has a problem, that is, when he wants to eat something within a certain period of time, he must eat it no matter what. In the past, he could ask Zheng Moye to buy it. After all, at that time, he considered it as paying for the meat himself.

remuneration received

But what about now? It was Zheng Moxie who was providing him with food, food and shelter, so if Zheng Moxie or his servants were to buy things for him again, Han Ruoqi would feel a little guilty, so he would act righteously

I put on my coat and went out to buy it myself...

The Zheng family's villa is built in the suburbs. It is very far to walk to the city without a car. However, several shops nearby do not have mustard-flavored biscuits. In fact, in a sense, many mustard-flavored snacks are not very popular.

Popular, but helpless, at this moment, Han Ruoqi really wants to eat...

He stood on the street for a long time before waiting for a bus to the city. However, as soon as he got off the bus and walked to a somewhat remote street corner, he felt a pain in his arm. He turned his head and saw a silver needle.

, looks particularly dazzling under the sunlight

After the experience of being injected with medicine by Su Yang, Han Ruoqi was a little afraid of this kind of needle. It was almost a conditioned reflex. He wanted to stop the person who inserted the needle into his body, but he just stretched out another needle.

With just one hand, I felt my body was a little numb, and then my vision went dark and I fainted.

The second before he fainted, he cursed in his heart: "When I wake up, those of you who are attacking from behind will die in a rhythmic manner!"

He was unconscious for a long time, but he could feel someone throwing him into a car, and then the car was driving bumpyly, but he couldn't hear anything or see anything...

Even if I try hard to open my eyes, I don’t have any strength

I could only lie there like a doll without any consciousness. I don't know how long it took, but a vague voice suddenly came from my ears: "Young Master Chen, the people are here."

Then there is someone's always light laughter

Xia Yanchen? Damn it! Why are the syringes all the same model?

Han Ruoqi gritted her teeth and wanted to get up and beat him up, but she couldn't even bend her fingers.

At this moment, Xia Yanchen's voice faintly reached his ears: "Inject him with the antidote."

Immediately, Han Ruoqi felt someone coming up to him and injecting something into his arm.

I don't know if it was the medicine prepared by Xia Yanchen himself. The effect of the medicine was very fast. In a few minutes, Han Ruoqi felt that the power in his body had returned.

He stumbled to his feet and pointed at Xia Yanchen with trembling fingers: "Fuck you! You are really despicable. You only know how to attack me with drugs. If you have the guts, challenge me to a duel!"