Rong Zhi, a dumb girl: the warlord husband loves her

Chapter 105 I would rather die than provoke you

Xu Fanyi returned to the office, where Zhao Yingbo had been waiting early in the morning.

"Major General, all the information about Dr. Ji you want is here."

He sat back in his seat, pointing to the brown paper document bag with his index finger, lost in thought.

"Aren't you watching?" Zhao Yingbo asked.

He leaned back, lying on the chair, silent for a long time, "Yingbo, do you think I'm a little ridiculous?"

"I'm terribly afraid." He closed his eyes, "I'm afraid that she will be her, and I'm afraid that she won't be her."

"Major General."

He lit a cigarette, his right hand trembled, and he took a deep breath, "Tell me the result."

Zhao Yingbo took a deep breath, "Ji Wangxin's identity is fake, the real Ji Wangxin passed away five years ago."

The soot fell on the brown paper bag, and the lingering spark burned a hole in the paper bag, revealing the photos inside.

The woman was lying on the hospital bed, with tears in her eyes, but she smiled softly.Holding the newborn baby in his arms, the baby cried hoarsely, as if full of fear and anxiety about the strange world.

This childbirth was obviously a catastrophe of life and death.

"She really is Rong Zhi." His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "She was pregnant at that time."

Zhao Yingbo nodded, "It was a dystocia, she almost woke up."

He held his forehead, his eyelashes trembling violently, "You go out first, I want to stay by myself."

"Yes."

The cigarette in his hand was extinguished in the ashtray, he opened the brown paper bag, and there were a few thin sheets of information, recording her life for five years.

Five years ago, in October, Fu Mingge pulled her out of the loess pile. Because she inherited her mother's mutated gene, she fell into a coma for half a year and almost died of heart failure on several occasions.

Four years ago, in August, she gave birth to Ji Nian. Her already weak body suffered even more damage, and she almost died on the operating table.

Three years ago, in August, Ji Nian was one year old. Due to illness in the womb, his health was extremely poor. He underwent four major operations, and finally survived tenaciously.

In April two years ago, she had become a well-known surgeon in the United States. She loved public welfare and participated in more than 20 rescue operations, large and small. She won a government medal and became a household name in the United States.

A year ago in June, she was hit by a severe concussion in order to save a little boy during an earthquake rescue.Woke up after fifteen days of coma.Ji Nian almost became an orphan.

The material was torn through by his fingertips, and there were still three pages, which he didn't have the guts to read through.

The tears in his eyes were like a flood that had been released from the gate, and it was out of control.

"Ah!" A painful roar overflowed from his thin lips, and his whole body was trembling.

These five years seem like a century.

He cheated, he missed, he failed, he betrayed, he was not worthy of her love at all.

He is even more unworthy, and she desperately gave birth to a daughter for him.

He thought of the rainy day that night, when she was chasing his car in a thin hospital gown.He will never forget the look on her face at that time.From the hope that burst out on his face at the beginning to the slow disappointment, to the hysterical despair when she finally fell into the rain, it was carved in his heart like a knife across the tip of his heart.

She should have loved him so much and hated him so much that she decided to commit suicide rather than hurt him.

"If I had known that such a day would come, I would rather die than provoke you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He grabbed his left chest, wishing to pierce his fingertips into the flesh, and take out this blinded black heart.

(End of this chapter)