The little fairy who is reborn as a school grass boss

Chapter 237 237: Are you not angry yet?

Lu Ziheng forgot that no matter how gaudy the knowledge in books is, it is actually different from reality.

He can't form beautiful words, and when it's time to open his mouth to defend himself, his vocabulary is gradually reduced, and he is too stupid to say a word.

The lights of the underground club staggered, and the halo hit Lu Ziheng's body. The boy's appearance became more and more beautiful.

Even Zhou Zihan, who is somewhat nervous, can hardly get rid of his appreciation for beauty in the crowd.

There have been rumors about Lu Ziheng in A in the past.

The center of most of the comments is that it’s okay to look like a man and a god, and they will never get their academic performance. The only one who can make the middle school students of A feel that the creator is fair is Lu Ziheng’s family.

"Are you doing it for a dream?"

The girl's voice was very soft, and the boy seemed to think of something, he freed up a hand and pulled Shen Qinghuan to the dressing room.

During the period, they met many people who had to go home after the show.

Because Lu Ziheng punched well, the owner of the club took the initiative to prepare a separate dressing room for him.

The room was quiet, only the sound of the wind whistling outside and the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

Lu Ziheng's body softened very quickly, his hands rested on the wall behind Shen Qinghuan, he lowered his head, with Shen Qinghuan's familiar sadness: "Little Qinghuan, brother, this is to make money to subsidize the family. "

"Zihan doesn't know, but it doesn't mean I don't know. This is an underground club, your money." Shen Qinghuan said with red eyes, "I know you have your pride, but I don't want to be with you just now At that time, she became a little widow. There is no end to the money, and you know the money."

"You want to say that the money is not bright." Lu Ziheng's thin lips raised a somewhat cold smile, "Little Qinghuan. In the imperial capital where every inch of land is expensive, not everyone is born with a golden key in his mouth. Struggle may not be crowned with the meaning of hard work, but it should not be taken for granted.”

"I didn't say where the money came from." Shen Qinghuan interrupted Lu Ziheng's misunderstanding. She took out the band-aid she had just bought from her pocket. She didn't watch the boxing in the first half, but in the photo posted by Zhou Zihan, in that In the dim light, Lu Ziheng's injured face could be seen.

"I don't want myself to live in fear. The person I will live with for the rest of my life in the future is just disfigured and bleeding. What about next time?"

It was only a few centimeters away, and it was about to hurt my eyes.

Eyeballs are inherently fragile, if...
Shen Qinghuan's body trembled and fell into a warm and strong embrace.

"It's my brother's fault." Lu Ziheng hugged Shen Qinghuan's thin back tightly, he finally understood the reason for the little girl's anger, the lack of self-confidence in his heart almost made him mistakenly think that the little girl disliked his black income, " Brother made Xiao Qinghuan worry, there will be no next time."

"A man's words are a lie." Shen Qinghuan lay on Lu Ziheng's shoulder and said sullenly: "Didn't you say that the phone is dead?"

Lu Ziheng let go of Shen Qinghuan, and he swore in front of her, his eyes were filled with sincerity: "If Lu Ziheng has anything to hide from Shen Qinghuan in the future, let him"

"You are not allowed to say unlucky words." The index finger and middle finger of the girl's right hand pressed on Lu Ziheng's lips, blocking what the boy wanted to say.

Lu Ziheng bent down and met Shen Qinghuan's eyes: "Aren't you angry?"

(End of this chapter)