After the rebirth, the concubine wants to divorce

In the middle of the night, on the big soft bed in the palace, Chris slowly opened his eyes. Lu Zeyu sat on the edge of the bed, his face full of worry: "Chris, you're awake, are you okay?"

Chris turned his head, blinked at him, and said, "Little Feather, I want to eat Mala Tang."

Lu Zeyu frowned and said, "Chris, what's wrong with you?"

"Didn't I tell you..."

"I hit a meteor? I don't believe it." Lu Zeyu frowned and said, "You are an angel, how could you have a nosebleed? What's wrong with you?"

Chris turned his head, looked at the ceiling, and said, "Little Feather, I'm dying."

Lu Zeyu said: "I know, you are going to be reincarnated as an adult, and you urged me and Yichen to have a third child..."

"No, angels don't reincarnate into human beings." Chris said with a weak smile on his pale face, "I will disappear and vanish into thin air."

Lu Zeyu was stunned when he heard the words, he stammered: "You, you mean you, you... will you disappear?"

Chris nodded, laughed, and said, "Little Feather, I'm sorry I lied to you."

"You're still laughing, heartless fellow!" Lu Zeyu scolded him, but tears came down, "Is it all because you peeled off the human heart? For a Wen Haoxuan, are you worth it?"

Chris stared blankly at the ceiling and said, "I don't know, but at that time, I must have felt that loving Wen Haoxuan deeply was more painful than disappearing."

Lu Zeyu was stunned for a moment, then sighed.

A week later, the employees of Odin Group found that Mr. Wen was in a bad mood again.

He always has a gloomy face, and if he makes a small mistake at work, he will be scolded bloody. Everyone is guessing, Mr. Wen...he was dumped, right?

Who dares to dump Mr. Wen... Everyone shuddered, what a beauty she is, with such an ability, can make Mr. Wen dream about...

In the afternoon, Wen Haoxuan was sitting in the office, looking at his mobile phone with gloomy eyes. Chris hadn't returned to the villa for a week, but he didn't know how to contact him. He sent many people to find the blond boy, but to no avail.

Where did Chris go?Perhaps he has healed his wounds and gone back to heaven?Maybe... I will never see him again.

Wen Haoxuan's hands trembled, and his heart ached uncontrollably. The life of an angel is eternal, right? To Chris, his small and short life was just a speck of dust that was missed in the blink of an eye.

And for the rest of his long life, he would miss that blond boy and spend it in the pain of not being loved.

Wen Haoxuan raised his hand to touch his heart, and smiled wryly, this is the price he paid for making Chris dig his heart out, and he has to blame for everything.

It was a rainy night about a month later, and the weather was unnaturally cold.

Wen Haoxuan woke up from the dream, he suddenly had a strange and strong premonition, he got out of bed, walked to the door, opened the door, Chris stood outside the door, his blond hair was wet by the rain, he looked at Wen Haoxuan, and smiled weakly : "Hi, Wen Haoxuan, I'm back for soup~!"

In the next second, Chris fell into Wen Haoxuan's arms.

When Chris woke up, he smelled a strange smell. He sat up and frowned. Wen Haoxuan came in with a bowl, and coaxed softly, "Hey, drink this up."

"What is this?" Chris pinched his nose and asked disgustedly.

Wen Haoxuan replied: "This is ginger soup, which is a bit unpleasant, but to dispel the cold, you just got caught in the rain, drink a bowl quickly."

Because of pinching his nose, Chris spoke a little strangely: "Wen Haoxuan, I'm an angel, you don't have to worry about me catching a cold."

It's even cuter this way, Wen Haoxuan said: "Your hands and feet are getting cold, good boy, drink up, and I'll cook whatever you want after drinking, okay?"

"No."

"Chris..."

"No." After Chris finished speaking, he sneezed. Wen Haoxuan raised his eyebrows, annoyed, took a sip of ginger soup, lifted Chris' chin, kissed his lips, and poured the soup into his mouth .

After a while, Wen Haoxuan let go of Chris. He knew that he should be a little embarrassed at the moment, and finally touched the boy again. Despite this reason, Wen Haoxuan's heart still beat wildly.

Chris covered his mouth, frowned, and said, "Ginger soup is so bad."

Wen Haoxuan took a deep breath and said, "Take another sip, may I cook Malatang for you?"

Chris struggled for a long time, but still chose Malatang, took a sip of ginger soup, his whole face was wrinkled, Wen Haoxuan smiled helplessly, stroked his hair, stood up and walked out of the room.

Looking at his back, Chris raised his hand to stroke his upper lip. Just now, he had a strange feeling...

Chris looked down at his chest, showing a puzzled expression. It was strange, obviously he had no heart, why would he... have a heartbeat?

When Chris came back, Wen Haoxuan became clear again. Chris began to like to go out, always wearing a peaked cap, and dragging Wen Haoxuan to various places in casual clothes, as if he wanted to travel the world.

One day, the weather was unusually clear, Wen Haoxuan drove Chris to Yunhu for a ride, the wind in Yunhu was mild and comfortable, Chris got out of the car, and stretched lazily.