love fairy tale

Feng was lying in Zhibao's arms, and Zhibao patted him on the back like coaxing Zifeng.

Two people sat on the ground leaning against the sofa.

Zhibao's eyes were fixed on the mobile phone on the coffee table, they were waiting for Jia Zheng's call.

"Bao'er..." Feng whispered in Zai Zhibao's arms.

Zhibao lowered his head, looking at Fengzai in his arms. "Um?"

"I've caused you so much pain, regret falling in love with me!"

Tears filled her eyes in an instant, and she resisted not to speak.

"If I... hadn't allowed En to... find you, then you might be living happily with a man who loves you today..."

Zhibao still didn't speak, she hugged Fengzi even tighter.

"I was an orphan since I was a child... I have never even seen my parents. I once swore... If I have a child in the future..." Feng Zai's voice was choked. "If I have a child, I will definitely not... definitely will not let him..." Thinking of his son whose life or death is uncertain, Feng sobbed with his head buried in Zhibao's chest.

Zhibao's tears also fell down.Two young and lonely hearts cling together, warming and encouraging each other.

"The wind is here, our son is very strong and smart. He told me that his dream is to be an astronomy scientist. He said... When he grows up... he wants to build a spaceship and take his parents to the moon... Live a happy and happy life on the moon..." Zhibao caressed Feng Zai's face and wiped away the tears on his face. "The wind is here, even without us, Zifeng will not be alone. He has a grandfather, a sister-in-law, and there will be a younger uncle in the future. I believe they will all love him..."

"No." Feng sat up straight suddenly, shaking Zhibao's shoulders, "We can't be so selfish. I don't have a choice, but you have. You can't be selfish and only think about yourself."

"I don't want you to go alone. You know, only in this way can we really be together."

"We are together, what about Zifeng? What about our child? Do you have the heart to leave him alone in this cruel and cruel world?"

I can't bear it, I can't bear it, but what should I do?Why are you giving me such a multiple choice question?Why?

Suddenly, the phone on the coffee table rang.The wind groped for the source of the eager voice.

Zhibao picked up the phone and hurriedly handed it to Feng Zai.

"Hey!" Feng Zai was nervous, making Feng Zai's body tremble. "Jia Zheng!"

The other party was silent for a while, and then said: "It's me, En Zai. You are waiting for Jia Zheng's call. It turns out that they were really kidnapped by Jia Zheng."

Hearing Enzai's voice, Fengzai relaxed slightly. "It's Zifeng. The treasure is with me."

"We'll be right there." Enzai said and hung up the phone.

Feng Zai put down the phone, and explained to Zhibao: "It's En, he and Xinhe will be there soon."

Zhibao rubbed his hands nervously. "The wind is here, you say, you say he hasn't called yet. Could it be..."

"Don't think wildly. Zifeng will be fine." Feng Zai firmly held Zhibao's hand and said firmly.

It was already past one o'clock in the morning when Jahe arrived at the villa.I happened to see a few men sitting in the living room drinking beer.He immediately guessed that these people must have kidnapped Zifeng behind the bamboo forest at noon yesterday.

When the men who were drinking saw Jia He, they immediately stood up, nodded and said, "Boss Jia!"

"Where is the child?" Jahe rushed to them and asked.

Several men looked at each other, and then pretended not to understand what Mr. Jia was talking about and said, "What child? We didn't..."

Jia He suddenly grabbed a man by the collar and shouted loudly: "If you pretend to be me, you won't know who the child I'm talking about is? Tell me, where is the child?"

"Let him go." A majestic voice came from behind, accompanied by a few coughs.

Jia He turned around, saw his grandfather Jia Zheng, and finally let go of the man in front of him. "Grandpa, where is Zifeng? Where is Han Zifeng?"

Jia Zheng walked over in a leisurely manner, and several men hurriedly made way for the old man to go.Jia Zheng sat on the sofa, looked at Jia He and said, "Jia He, who is Han Zifeng? Why are you so nervous about him? He's not your son."

In one sentence, Jah was right.

Jia Zheng continued: "He is your son who killed his father and enemy. It's fine if you don't avenge your father, but you still stop me?" After a pause, he said out of breath, "You are such a dutiful son!"

"Grandpa——" Jia He sat next to Jia Zheng and begged, "Grandpa, it doesn't make sense whether we take revenge or not. Because... because Feng is going to die soon."