After Shen Haotian closed the door and left, Shen Qinghuan lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.

She opened her pupils suddenly, and she saw the pitch black room.

Shen Qinghuan's mind flashed many pictures about Lu Ziheng.

What to do, she really wants to know-

What is Lu Ziheng doing at this time.

The phone was lying cold on the bedside table to charge.

When he picked up his face for the thirty-third time and didn't receive Lu Ziheng's message, Shen Qinghuan finally couldn't help but make a phone call.

She even began to think carefully, if Lu Ziheng asked herself why she called so late after connecting, she said that she wanted to see the photos of Doudou, today they went out to play for a day, they didn't bring Doudou, did Doudou eat well or something.

But on the other end of the phone, there was a busy beep all the time, and no one answered.

Did he really decide that because he didn't make the right introduction to his father, he planned to have a cold war with himself in the future?

Shen Qinghuan squeezed her phone tightly, no, she would never miss it again in her life!

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

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

Wenhuai North.

The boy who disturbed Shen Qinghuan before, was beaten by Lu Ziheng and looked for teeth all over the ground.

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 at the beach.

But now that the sky is raining again, I think that Tiangong also feels that this year's Qixi Festival is not suitable for confession.

Ye Lanzhi saw Lu Ziheng, with red and swollen eyes, and ran over to pull Lu Ziheng's clothes frantically, and choked up: "Ziheng." You're finally here. ”

Although the scars on Wen Huaibei's face have not disappeared, he is relying on the Wen family behind him, and tonight he brought someone with him, showing off in words and deeds: "Yo." Isn't this the best high school in our imperial capital? Coming back so late, it's hard enough to study! ”

While speaking, Wen Huaibei also clamped Lu Ziheng's jaw to death, but was pushed away angrily by Lu Ziheng: "Get out!" ”

Wen Huaibei retreated several meters in a row because he was not sure enough, he tilted his head and shouted at the people behind him: "What are you still doing in a daze?!" Lu Ziheng, this little deflated three, doesn't understand the rules, and you don't have any eyes?! ”

Several tall adults quickly surrounded Lu Ziheng, but none of them were Lu Ziheng's opponents.

Even though Lu Ziheng was successfully out of prison, the sinister Wen Huaibei used a fruit knife against Ye Lanzhi's neck.

After divorcing Lu Zhenting, Ye Lanzhi's mental condition was not very good, and now that this kind of thing is happening, she is naturally scared.

The green tendons on Lu Ziheng's arm bulged, and his scarlet phoenix eyes were red: "Wen Huaibei, you are breaking the law like this!" ”

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

Is it the police-detection that comes quickly, or is my knife faster? ”

A few of the security guards who were knocked down to the ground took advantage of Lu Ziheng's negligence to press his back together and clasp Lu Ziheng's wrist.

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

Wen Huaibei threw the kidnapped Ye Lanzhi to one of the guards, and 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 horizontal?" Even my horse dares to soak it?! ”

When the words fell, Wen Huaibei pretended to slip his hand in front of Lu Ziheng, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his mobile phone was broken.

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

The [Xiao Qinghuan] in the crack appeared so clearly in his field of vision, how could he not act?

"Wen-Huai-North." Lu Ziheng gritted his teeth, and he shook off the shackles of those black-clothed people like crazy.

When the mobile phone returned to Lu Ziheng's hand, the screen could no longer recognize the sensitivity of the fingertip.