The little fairy who is reborn as a school grass boss

Chapter 182 Chapter 182
After Shen Haotian closed the door and left, Shen Qinghuan lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

She suddenly opened her pupils, and what she saw was a pitch-black room.

Many pictures about Lu Ziheng flashed in Shen Qinghuan's mind.

What to do, she really wanted to know——

What is Lu Ziheng doing now?

The phone was lying cold on the bedside table charging.

When No.30 picked up the face scanning codec three times and did not receive any news from Lu Ziheng, Shen Qinghuan finally couldn't hold back and made a phone call.

She even started to think carefully. If Lu Ziheng asked herself why she called so late after connecting, she would say that she wanted to see the photos of DouDou. They went out for a day today and did not bring DouDou. Did DouDou have a good meal? some type of.

But on the other end of the phone, there was always a beeping busy tone, and no one answered.

Did he really decide that because he didn't make a correct introduction to his father, he planned to have a cold war with himself in the future?
Shen Qinghuan tightly squeezed the phone, no, she will never miss it again in this life!

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When Lu Ziheng rushed back to the shantytown, the old room had been smashed to pieces.

Lu Ziheng was no stranger to the uninvited guest sitting on the sofa in the living room with Erlang's legs crossed.

Wen Huaibei.

The boy who harassed and harassed Shen Qinghuan before, was beaten by Lu Ziheng all over the place.

If Ye Xiong hadn't sent a message to tell Lu Ziheng about the situation at home, the fireworks he had prepared would have been set off by the seaside.

But now it's raining again outside, Tiangong also thinks that this year's Qixi Festival is not suitable for confession.

Seeing Lu Ziheng, with red and swollen eyes, Ye Lanzhi frantically ran over and tugged at Lu Ziheng's clothes, choked up and said, "Ziheng, you are finally here."

Although the scars on Wen Huaibei's face have not healed, relying on the Wen family behind him, he brought someone with him tonight, showing off in his words and deeds: "Yo, isn't this the bully of the best high school in our entire empire? Come back late, study is hard enough!"

While speaking, Wen Huaibei clamped Lu Ziheng's jaw desperately, but Lu Ziheng angrily pushed him away: "Get lost!"

Because Wen Huaibei was not sure enough, he retreated several meters in a row. He tilted his head and yelled at the people behind him: "What are you still doing?! Lu Ziheng, a bum, doesn't understand the rules, and you don't even wink?!"

Several tall adults quickly surrounded Lu Ziheng, but none of them was Lu Ziheng's opponent.

Even though Lu Ziheng escaped from prison smoothly, the insidious Wen Huaibei pressed a fruit knife to Ye Lanzhi's neck.

After divorcing Lu Zhenting, Ye Lanzhi's mental state was not very good, and now that this kind of thing happened again, she was naturally quite frightened.

The veins on Lu Ziheng's arms were bulging, and his eyes were scarlet: "Wen Huaibei, you are breaking the law by doing this!"

"Really?" Wen Huaibei seemed to have heard some joke, he deliberately elongated his tone: "Then you might as well give it a try——

Is it the police who came faster, or my knife faster? "

Taking advantage of Lu Ziheng's negligence, several security guards who were knocked down just now pressed his back together and grabbed Lu Ziheng's wrist.

During the dispute between the two parties, Lu Ziheng's cell phone fell to the ground.

Wen Huaibei threw the kidnapped Ye Lanzhi to one of the security guards, while he bent down to pick up Lu Ziheng's mobile phone, and poked Lu Ziheng's chest with the mobile phone arrogantly: "Isn't it very cruel? Even my pony dares to do it!" Bubble?!"

As the words fell, Wen Huaibei pretended to be slippery in front of Lu Ziheng again, and he was relieved when he saw the phone smashed.

Lu Ziheng stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the new mobile phone that he bought less than two weeks ago.

[Xiao Qinghuan] in the crack appeared so clearly in his field of vision, how could he not do anything?
"Wen-huai-bei." Lu Ziheng gritted his teeth, and frantically threw off the restraints of those men in black.

When the phone was returned to Lu Ziheng's hands, the screen could no longer recognize the sensitivity of the fingertips.

(End of this chapter)