The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 77

In fact, Han Zhu felt that if Mo Haofeng managed the money, as long as Mo Haofeng was obedient, the money would be doubled in a short time.But doubling it again, it seems that it is not as prosperous as that mountain top, it is simply a direct robbery of money.

In desperation, Han Zhu had no choice but to land on Koukou and use "hehe" to feed, so the fish Mr. Wang was quickly summoned.

"Why are you looking for me at this time?" Mr. Wang's tone seemed calm.

"What were you doing just now?" Han Zhuke didn't want to cause all kinds of speculation from the outside world because of his abnormality.

"Drank a cup of coffee, signed a few documents, and now I am listening to the summary of the secretary's speech." Mr. Wang honestly reported what he had just done.

"I have something that I need your help with." Han Zhudao clarified his intention.

"Well, you say." Mr. King asked.

"I have taken a fancy to a piece of land, and I think it has good geomantic omen." Han Zhu thought about his words, but he couldn't directly tell him that there was a burst of wealth there...

With the character of Mr. Wang, if he knew that he was doing such an opportunistic thing, what would his expression be?
Han Zhu couldn't figure it out.

"What are you going to do?" Mr. Wang is not a fool, he still asked.

"I think it's a geomantic treasure land, and it's a good cemetery." Han Zhu made up a reason.

Over there for a long, long time, no reply.

Finally, the crisp button-click sound finally sounded.

"Isn't it a good cemetery? Then give me a copy too. Hehe."

When Han Zhu saw this, he suddenly felt a rumble in his head.

She clenched her fist hard, and finally replied to him: "I don't like to see you say that."

He is the auspicious character of the Zifu Chaoyuan. In the Ziwei Doushu, Ziwei is the star of the emperor, Tianfu is the main star of the South Dou, and the Zifu Chaoyuan is the Mingyuan of Ziwei and Tianfu in the temple. The three sides of the palace and the four sides are the auspicious stars of Lucun, Kequanlu, Zuoyou, Changqu, and Kuiyue.

For those who have this qualification, if they can illuminate various auspicious stars, it is the order of the emperor.There is a poem in ancient times: a dou Zun star is destined to come inside, and the noble disaster will never invade.Even more auspicious Yao will meet again, and the Shilu Dynasty will be crowned ancient and modern.

His character of an emperor was originally destined to live a long life and share happiness and longevity.

It's just cold and lonely.

Han Zhu never wanted to think about it, so he now thinks about the cemetery.

"There is nothing taboo about it. If there is a cemetery that you think is good, after I die, I will take Han Zhu's ashes there." Mr. Wang replied.

The light black font, without any expression, was just displayed there, but Han Zhu seemed to feel his cold tone behind the font. .

Staring at those words, reading them over and over again, it seemed that something was pricking my heart, a little tingling pain.

Soon there was another message: "My Zhu Zhu is dead, isn't it?"

Seeing this, Han Zhu suddenly closed the laptop!
Then he took a deep breath and lay down on the rattan chair beside him.

In fact, both of them knew it well, but they just didn't want to expose it for a while.

She wasn't ready to meet him in the present state, why did he start to be unable to hold back, wanting to pierce this layer of paper?

But at this moment, the phone rang, and she took it over to see that the caller turned out to be that familiar number!He turned out to be in a pressing posture.

Han Zhu listened to the stubborn voice over and over again, and the 17-year-old boy in front of him appeared in front of him, standing in front of him coldly, looking at him with persistent eyes!
He hugged her tightly and said that he just liked her, and since he first saw her at the age of 14, he couldn't forget her.

He is willing to learn anything she teaches, even if she calls him a fool, he is still willing to do so.

That voice kept ringing, so Fang Xiuping in the living room knocked on the door: "Han Zhu, why didn't you answer the phone?"

Reluctantly, Han Zhu picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone, there was a slightly rapid panting.

He didn't speak, so she didn't speak either.

In his previous life, Han Zhu was extremely smart, and in his previous life, Han Zhu pointed out how many people's lives.

But in the last life of Han Zhu, the only love he devoted himself to, the steering wheel was always held in the hands of a man ten years younger than him.

He insisted on starting, so she started passively, and then was confused by his youthful enthusiasm and couldn't extricate herself.

Then he said to break up, there was no reason and no explanation, and when she was most immersed in that relationship, on that most warm and ambiguous morning, he suddenly let go.

For 12 years, she never wanted to know the reason.

She is Han Zhu admired by many people, and she has her pride.

Han Zhu held the phone, and the sweaty feeling spread between the phone's smooth screen and his fingers.

"Zhu Zhu, is that you? You're not dead, right..." The voice over there trembled, full of depression, expectation, and temptation.

Han Zhu stood there, and after a long time, she finally heard herself say.

"But the current Han Zhu is no longer what he used to be..."

After her voice came out, the breath over there obviously stagnated.

She couldn't figure out what he was thinking, maybe he still had extravagant hopes, but this extravagant hope was broken by her simply and directly.

Yes, Han Zhu is not dead, but Han Zhu is also dead.

Wasn't that Han Zhu whom he loved already cremated and turned into a handful of ashes?

After a long silence over there, he finally said in a low voice: "It's okay, I'm just confirming, because I'm always afraid that I'll make a mistake, and I'm always afraid that you will disappear." He tried to calm his voice, but in that voice But with a little trembling: "I'm afraid that you are a virtual existence at the other end of the electronic network. As long as you turn off the computer, you will never exist again."

Han Zhu sighed: "Until we can accept this matter with each other, don't come to me, I still prefer the contact method of not meeting."

"Well, if it makes you feel better."

Han Zhu said softly to the phone: "Goodbye." She was really not used to Han Zhu facing the 31-year-old Mr. King... felt like he wanted to run away in a hurry.

In fact, she prefers to touch his short black hair, and said with a smile: Boy, you have to be good...

"But you have to text me every day." Mr. King took the opportunity to make a request domineeringly.

"I don't have time." She refused decisively!
"Then make time." He insisted.

"Okay..." She still hadn't forgotten that now she had something to ask for, so she gave in decisively...

"If you don't like it, we can take it slowly until you can accept it, and I will never use other powers." Mr. King promised.

When Han Zhu saw this, he suddenly felt in his heart that he was considerate and tolerant to him, nodded, and hung up the phone with a smile.

(End of this chapter)