The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 222

Han Zhu lay there, looking at the handsome face in front of him.

"Is it male or female?"

Han Zhu really didn't think he could associate Mr. Wang's handsome and mature face with a baby who was just born a few days ago.

Seeing that she insisted on thinking about the lump of meat, Mr. Wang had no choice but to say, "It's a boy."

Han Zhu felt a little lost when she heard this, but she continued to ask, "Is he not affected in any way? How is his health?"

Difficult labor can lead to various problems, including suffocation, including lack of oxygen, and so on.

In severe cases, children with cerebral palsy are possible.

Mr. Wang shook his head: "He is in good health and very healthy. The old man likes him very much now and hugs him every day."

The old man doesn't like to let the little guy wear diapers, so this little guy will urinate on the old man from time to time, but the old man enjoys it, and he likes it very much.

Mr. King is a little helpless, maybe this is the so-called second-generation relative.

Just when Mr. Wang was helpless, Han Zhu sat up from the bed supporting his body: "I want to go back and see him."

The mother and child were connected, Han Zhu began to feel sad when he thought that after giving birth to this child, he had never even glanced at him.

She didn't even know what he looked like.

Mr. King hurriedly pressed him and said: "You are weak now, rest first. The temperature and climate on the private island are very suitable for you to recover. When your body recovers, we will naturally go to see him."

When Han Zhu came together like this just now, she felt that her eyes were dark, and she knew that it was caused by the lack of blood in her body.

In fact, she has already replenished some blood from the Rongyuan blood bank, but in the final analysis, she is still weak and needs to be fed slowly.

Mr. King persuaded gently and unquestionably: "I have prepared all kinds of supplements on the island, you can find out after looking at them. When the time comes, let's take good care of our bodies first."

Han Zhu had no choice but to lie down.

Seeing Han Zhu lying down, Mr. Wang also lay down with her.

The big bed on this helicopter has been remade and it is bigger than ordinary beds. The two of them still feel very loose when lying there.

Mr. King was lying there with his arms around Han Zhu, and said in a low voice, "Zhu Zhu, I still feel like everything is in a dream."

I was really afraid that when he woke up from the dream, he would go back to the past again.

Maybe it was the past when Han Zhu died of dystocia, maybe it was the past when Han Zhu died suddenly of a heart attack, and of course it could be the time when he broke up with Han Zhu when he was a teenager.

Mr. King smiled wryly. He put his arms around Han Zhu, held Han Zhu's hand, and let her grope for the stubble on his chin.

Han Zhu didn't pay attention to it just now, but now when he touches it, he just feels it hurts.

Mr. King whispered in Han Zhu's ear, "Zhu Zhu, I'm already 34 years old."

The warm breath lingered in Han Zhu's ears.

"I used to be ten years younger than you. I didn't feel it at the time. Even if there was pain, I always felt that life is still long and everything is possible. Don't laugh at me after saying this. In fact, you have been married for ten years. Here, although I dare not pay attention to you, I secretly think that one day, maybe we can still be together. At that time, I felt young, you were young and I was young, and life is still very long, always There is hope. Even if you are married, even if I dare not admit it myself, there is still such a faint hope in my heart."

"Then you had a heart attack and just left. You know, my whole body seemed to be hollowed out at that time."

"It was hollowed out, and only a shell remained. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, I am still the king of the Xia Kingdom, dealing with state affairs every day, watching news broadcasts, and inspecting people's conditions in various places. I am still doing the original thing. But the person is not that person anymore.”

Mr. Wang put his arms around Han Zhu, kissed her ears, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are back, you have been resurrected, although you look different from before, but I know it is you who came back. I finally got what I dreamed of. , got what I wanted."

Mr. King sighed: "You died again in the end. Do you know, this time you died, and I felt that I also died once."

In fact, when he recalled those dark days, he still felt as if he was dreaming.He didn't know what would happen to Han Zhuzhen if he couldn't come back.

If he was a god before, then Han Zhu's death could turn him into a demon suddenly.

This world is hell.

When Mr. Wang said this, there seemed to be a little moisture in his voice. He rubbed against Han Zhu's ear, and said in a low voice: "Zhu Zhu, now I feel that I am old. A 34-year-old man is already old. I have always I'm sorry to bother you. If you leave again, I'll give you my life."

Han Zhu turned his face away with difficulty, trying hard to meet his eyes.

His eyes were not wet, but Han Zhu seemed to see his heart crying.

She raised her head, touched his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, Ben, this time I really will stay with you all the time."

(End of this chapter)