The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 99

Han Zhu: "Do you want someone to accompany me in bed?"

Mr. King: "Don't tease me. Are you in YY City now?"

Han Zhu: "Yes. I guess you must know."

Mr. King: "Oh, I'm just worried about you."

Han Zhu: "Okay, I understand."

Mr. Wang: "There is a scenic spot in Yueyang, just to the east of the urban area. The air is good and the scenery is beautiful. It's not bad. You can go and see it if you have nothing to do."

Han Zhu: "You seem very clear?"

Mr. King: "I have inspected there before, so I probably know it."

Han Zhu: "Okay, I'll check."

Mr. King: "Zhu Zhu, I still have something to do, so let's play first, and you can play by yourself."

Han Zhu: "Okay, goodbye."

Seeing the disappearance of Mr. King, Han Zhu suddenly felt a little lost.

Could it be that when the young girl was feeling cold and sad, she actually started to have this kind of emotion similar to attachment to him?

Han Zhu took a deep breath and decided not to think about it.

Although she chose to love him again in this life, it doesn't mean that she has to rely on this man psychologically.

But she never forgot who it was when she loved him the most, who gave herself a knife!

Immediately, she put on her windbreaker, came out to drive, and came to the scenic area that Mr. Wang said. There are many houses with red bricks and green tiles, and small bridges over flowing water. It looks very refreshing.

She was driving along the road, and there were large persimmon trees in front of her. Some farmers were picking persimmons with long bamboo poles. Each persimmon was red, plump and sweet.

She stopped and simply bought ten catties of persimmons, intending to bring them back to her mother, Fang Xiuping, to taste. She specially picked the hard ones so that they wouldn't rot when they got home.

After buying persimmons, she continued to drive forward. There were many red tile houses in front of her, and there were shops inside.

Originally, I just looked at it casually, but who knew that as soon as the woods turned in front of me, a building appeared. The architectural style of that building was slightly different from the others, but it looked familiar.

So Han Zhu felt so suffocated in his heart.

In order to avoid her nagging little sister back then, when she was in country X, Mr. Wang happened to be studying there when he was a teenager. The two really hid in the small building to form a unity.At the beginning, he still lived in an apartment, but in the end he felt that he was not enjoying himself enough, so he went to find a villa. It was not big, but it was actually a small country house, with a western style and a red wooden building. There were two people in it. It was really dark.

The building they see now is very similar to the one they lived in back then.

She turned the steering wheel and turned into the small courtyard ahead. Seeing that there was no one around here, she simply stopped and got out of the car.

"Is anyone there?" she asked.

But it was quiet in the small building, and the door was ajar.

Han Zhu didn't feel any danger from this building, so she stepped into it.

After the red wooden door was pushed open, she saw the layout of the living room at a glance, and stayed there.

There is a light blue lazy sofa in the main hall, and there is a piece of tatami mats on the balcony, where you can bask in the sun in the afternoon. The coffee table is made of rosewood, simple and elegant.There is a milky white wooden cabinet with photo frames and vases on it.

By chance, she raised her foot and walked in, only to see that the photo frame was her young self.

At that time, she was 28 years old and he was only [-] years old.

She is delicate and elegant, with long and smooth hair, wearing a white dress, and sitting there with a sweet smile.

He was noble and handsome, with the reservedness unique to members of the royal family, but he just sat beside her, hugged her waist intimately, and held her tenderly in his arms.

At that time, he was so young, so handsome as a sculpture.

"Zhu Zhu..." A hoarse and cold voice suddenly echoed in the hall with depression.

(End of this chapter)