The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 112

After turning off the phone, she still felt very uncomfortable.

Falling in love is easy, but getting along is actually difficult.

She turned on the TV and looked at it randomly, who knew that there was a woman crying and begging her ex-man to get back together, all kinds of pitiful.

Reluctantly, she switched to another channel, but she was talking about some news, saying that tomorrow the imperial capital will hold a world expo, which is held every five years, and more than a dozen countries will send people to participate. This is the first time in Xiaguo To hold such an exposition, Mr. King will personally attend the opening meeting the next day.

Hmph, it's him again.

Han Zhu changed another station.

Who knew that this time, it was another news from a certain local station, talking about the king personally inspecting where and what, what and what a bumper harvest this year!

He is so busy!
Han Zhu turned off the TV helplessly, but lying on the bed, the man's face kept appearing in his mind.

Infatuated, domineering, sad, helpless, indifferent...

In the end, all those looks and faces turned into a back view.

A naked, smooth, youthful and fit back that is unique to a 19-year-old boy.

It was an indifferent, distant figure.

Her fingertips still touched the temperature of his skin, but she heard his voice saying that she wanted to break up.

Han Zhu grabbed a soft pillow and threw it on the ground angrily.

"My surname is Ao, before you took the initiative to explain to me the reason for the breakup, I decided not to love you anymore!"

Unsatisfied with the explanation, or - I don't love you!

That night, Han Zhu had a rare insomnia.

She turned on the computer and began to search for news about Mr. Wang on the Internet, watching his various news.

In fact, there are very few news about him, and some people secretly discuss why the king never gets married, saying that there are all kinds of things, but the hottest topic at present is that Mr. King likes men.

So some people started to discuss, is Mr. King an attacker or a victim?

this is a problem!
There are also little loli fans who are crazy about Mr. King, and they have compiled various photos of Mr. King from childhood to adulthood into a book.

Han Zhu went to download a copy, so he watched one by one, little by little, watching his changes in the past ten years.

From green to mature, from handsome to stable, those are the ten years she missed, the years she deliberately ignored.

While she was cooking with her own hands, making some small desserts, and sharing them with Tan Siping, this man was eating lunch accompanied by various foreign guests and officials.

When she was walking in the garden holding Tan Siping's hand, this man was accompanied by a group of bodyguard officials and journalists to inspect the disaster situation in a certain place.

When she was sitting in front of the window, flipping through the Book of Changes and sipping tea, this man might not be able to hold his head up amid heavy official documents.

Lowering his head, Han Zhu actually felt very uncomfortable.

Even though he gave up, why did it seem like he was the one who was abandoned?
Han Zhu sighed, thinking that Mr. Wang knew that Mo Haofeng was hugging him, he probably felt really uncomfortable, right?
So that night, Han Zhu sat in front of the computer, staring at the resolute and handsome face in his photo without saying a word.

Until after five o'clock in the morning, she was extremely exhausted physically, but she still couldn't calm down in her heart, so she simply opened the curtains.

This is the seventeenth floor of a hotel, and outside the window are the lights of thousands of houses in this city.

In the brightly lit city that never sleeps, there is a lot of traffic below.

Heavy traffic?

Han Zhu probed to look, but saw that it was quiet below. In fact, there were not many cars. Occasionally, a car passed by, which seemed a bit special.

There are no nocturnal people on the street.

Only on the side of the street, there are occasional people in national security uniforms.

Han Zhu began to feel that something was wrong.

After five o'clock, it is supposed that early risers should also wake up, such as cleaners, those who sell breakfast, or those who rush to the morning shift...

But there was no one on the street, only people in national security uniforms patrolling everywhere.

Han Zhu frowned.

Before she could figure out what was going on, she heard the doorbell ringing outside.

She walked over and looked out from the cat's eyes, but she was taken aback.

That handsome and resolute face, those cold and stubborn eyes, who else could there be except Mr. King who kept her awake all night? !

Mr. Wang seemed to know that she was looking at him through the cat's eyes. He didn't ring the doorbell this time, but knocked on the door, and said in a deep voice, "Zhu Zhu, open the door."

Han Zhu opened the door.

It was already winter now, and Mr. Wang was a bit chilly. His dark gray woolen collar stood up, making his face more angular, handsome and resolute.

Mr. Wang walked in and hugged Han Zhu tightly.

His heart was beating, she could feel it.

He was very hard and hugged very tightly.

(End of this chapter)