A Star Reborn: The Queen’s Return

The heart of Zhai Ziheng sinks straight down for a long time, saying: "Do our best to keep her fertility."

The doctor shook his head, and he was very sympathetic to him. Any man, if he heard that his wife could no longer be pregnant, he would not be happy, let alone the people like Zhai Ziheng.

However, life is a life, unable to change.

"We will do our best, but I suggest you not to hope." The doctor finished and walked away.

Zhai Ziheng stayed in the ward for a while, and Xia Wei was still in a coma. He hates himself too impulsively. If it is not drinking too much wine at the dinner party, if it is not with her, it will be noisy. If the baby is not missing... Is it not going to happen?

However, she is too hateful.

How can I suspect that the child was lost?

"Xia Yan, I have given you a child who has been raised for so long." He looked at her in the hospital bed and whispered coldly.

At the door, the security chief came and whispered to him: "Sir, we have investigated both inside and outside, and the children are not in the villa. Although there are many guests here, they are all wearing evening gowns, nothing to carry with them. Items, it is not likely to secretly leave with such a big child. In addition to these people, from the time the child disappeared to the present, only one garbage truck has gone out, the size of the car is more than enough for a child."

"Go and check the car." Yan Ziheng said that he is now eager to find a child, to cleanse the innocence of his body, the voice just fell, the tall figure stood up, "I am going with you."

"But sir, we are going to the garbage dump..."

Yan Ziheng gave him a cold look. So the security chief shut up, quietly carrying the scorpion balance, drove a car, and headed for the garbage dump.

Four o'clock in the morning.

The endless junkyard is very deserted, and in the dark sky, a cold moon hangs high.

Zhai Ziheng and the driver looked for each other.

The garbage pile was shallow and shallow, and there were countless dirty things. His high-grade handmade calfskin shoes stepped on, and I don’t know how many moles of mice were shocked. Zhai Ziheng did not expect that he would have a day walking in such a dirty place, just to find a child who had no blood relationship with himself.

If the child is really being loaded in a trash can, transported to a garbage truck, thrown in here, do not know if it is still alive? Light is such a dirty environment, it can make his skin fester and die, or be killed by the **** mouse here.

When Zhai Ziheng thought about it, there was a faint inbearance in his heart. The bright and clear eyes of the little baby came to my heart. He looked at him and smiled and reached out to hug. It was so beautiful.

Yan Ziheng slightly frowned, ignoring the strangeness in his heart.

He told himself that finding this child was just to give Xiao Xiao an account, and that's it.

He will not have feelings for this little girl.

I don't know how long I have been looking for. He is covered with unknown stains on his body. The handmade garments of high-grade wool have long been stunned. But the little baby is still not found.

He gradually got anxious.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a child screaming.

There was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and he looked up in the voice, and saw the cold moonlight under the black sky. In the tall garbage pile, stood a man with white snow like a snow, the man was slender and stood straight. Holding a little baby in his arms, he is groaning and wondering what sounds are making.

"That is my child." Yan Ziheng recognized it at a glance.

"He is not your child." The white man said.

Yan Ziheng’s eyes narrowed slightly: “Who are you?”

"Who I am not important," the white man holding the child, step by step.

This is only seen by Yan Ziheng. The man has a handsome face, his eyes are long and narrow, and his lips are thin and slightly curved, which is similar to the Xia Wei of his last life.

His mind moved slightly: "Xia Mo Yan?"

I remember that Xiao Xiao once mentioned that she found the family of her last life, her own brother, the name is Xia Moyan. If she is telling the truth, then this brother’s appearance should be about the same.

On the high garbage pile, the white man’s eyes were as quiet as the deep pool. “It seems that Xiao Xiao once mentioned me to you.” Suddenly, he said, “It’s a pity.”

Xia Moyan has the ability to pass through the sky, and at a glance he can see that the man and the little sister are not in a good relationship. I heard that Xiao Xiao’s life was with him. Now, watching his figure and looks, he really can carry the "Phoenix". He is not a phoenix tree.

But he is the dragon among people.

If Xiao Yan’s life is not the “fire phoenix” of Nirvana, but the “Rui Feng” that is destined to be happy for a lifetime, then they are really a combination of heaven and earth. It is a pity that it is destined to be a fate of just over a decade.

Zhai Ziheng didn't understand what he was talking about, only frowned at him, "return the child to me."

Xia Moyan slightly turned his head and asked, "Do you want this child? Continue to bring it back to raise?"

Zhai Ziheng suddenly became silent.

He found that he didn't really want to bring the child back and bring him back to Xiaoxiao. Let him continue to take up the gentle time of Otaru? Let Oz continue to watch him miss another man?

Under the moonlight, Yan Ziheng's look is unpredictable.

Opposite, Xia Mo Yan, who is dressed in white, is also unpredictable: "You have to think clearly."

Finally, Yan Ziheng decided: "This child, I don't want it."

Xia Moyan slightly lowered his head, looked at the little baby in the shack, and said to himself: "He called Qi Shaohui right? It seems that he has to change his name."

"What are you doing?" Yan Ziheng looked at him with vigilance. "And, how do you know the life of this child?"

"I? I know everything." Xia Mo said a touch, and said, "It's a pity."

"What a pity?" Yan Ziheng finally noticed something was wrong.

Xia Moyan did not answer. He looked at the tall man in front of him. This man is a dragon among people, destined to call for the wind and rain, and his life is perfect. The only disaster, but there is a love robbery. Originally, if he was strong enough, this affair would not be resolved - if he could tolerate the phoenix's children to stay with him, then he would be able to get the phoenix. On the contrary, it will be lost forever.

Xiaoyan has already passed the Nirvana, the attributes of the fire phoenix have weakened, and the attributes of Ruifeng have gradually increased.

Today, standing at the intersection of fate, whether it is from the dragon, or from the phoenix tree, there is no fixed number. It is a pity that the dragon in the person made a choice.

"Wu Tong? It's good." Xia Moyan muttered, bowed his head and looked at the scorpion Heng who stood under the rubbish. "You tied the shackle for a long time with that vow, it's time to unravel."