The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 102

Mr. Wang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then he held Han Zhu's hand, forcing her to put it on his chest.

"Zhu Zhu, you are too cruel. Do you know that my heart is made of flesh?"

His eyes are as calm as the sea, and he can't see any waves, but the words he said made Han Zhu worry: "Do you know how I survived when I heard the news of your death?"

All night long, I held the phone that no one would ever dial, just staring at it, imagining that it was all a joke of hers, that she would appear again, and then she would dial that phone.

She would act like a kid with a teasing tone just like ten years ago: "BEN, where shall we meet tonight?"

But the night was getting darker and darker, and his heart was getting grayer and grayer.

He knew no one would call that number again.

At the moment of his despair, the phone rang.

He was puzzled, and also had a little hope that he almost thought he shouldn't believe.Knowing that everything is impossible, but I can't help but look forward to it, the little hope in my heart even feels ridiculous.

But on the other end of the phone, there was a girl's delicate voice. With a soft but timid tone, she shattered his fantasy!Because the Han Zhu whom he loves deeply is obviously not like this.

So his heart sank into the abyss, and he couldn't get any better.Sitting alone in the study, all night long, almost forgetting several important meetings related to the national economy and people's livelihood.

Later, he held the jasper ring and went to her funeral, but he couldn't bear to see her former husband, let alone see her being burned to ashes.

So he fled in a hurry.

Now, Mr. King calmly gazed at the delicate girl in his arms.

What a cruel girl!

When he was in extreme pain, he just watched with cold eyes.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wang stretched out his slender hand and grabbed Han Zhu's neck.

Of course it's not really pinched, but it's really surrounded there.

With a little helplessness and a little condemnation, he said in a light tone: "I really want to strangle you to death now."

Then he bowed his head, kissed her forehead, and kissed her eyes.

"But of course I don't want you to die. How happy I am that you didn't die."

So at this moment, Han Zhu felt that although he was not doing anything, he already had that feeling.

"Zhu Zhu, if I didn't love you so much, I would imprison you by my side and never let you leave for the rest of my life."

But at this moment, the car that was moving steadily stopped.

The intercom in the car rang, and Mr. King pressed the answer button.

"Sir, we've arrived." A respectful voice came from outside.

So the king nodded: "Okay."

Just outside the car, today's guard captain glanced at the people around him, and arranged: "Today we only send four people into the hot spring area, and everyone else is patrolling nearby."

The deputy captain on the side was puzzled: "Why? The sir did not issue such an order."

The captain of the guard said seriously: "Today is a special situation!"

"Yes!" The bodyguards of the guard hurriedly listened to the order.

But in private, the deputy captain quietly ran over to the captain: "What's the matter? What's the special situation today?"

The captain of the guard took a look at the vice-captain, and asked with a serious face, "You should have seen that just now, the husband carried a girl into the car."

The deputy captain nodded: "I see."

The captain of the guard had a dark face, and said seriously: "The sir's voice was not quite right on the intercom just now."

After saying this, he turned around and left, leaving the rest to Mr. Vice Captain to taste.

As the captain of the dignified guard, he is not someone who likes to gossip about Mr. King's scandal!

After hearing that, the deputy captain suddenly petrified there...

It means, Mr. King, have you already wiped out that girl just now...

But, but, he clearly remembered that the rumors passed down from generation to generation in the guards said that Mr. King only liked one type of woman.

That is--

Highly educated, preferably a Ph. D., must be over 30 years old, and have an IQ of over 120—old woman! !
(End of this chapter)