Ling Wenxiao slowly got out of bed and tried his best to keep himself calm, straightened his waist, and said with a smile on his face, "Let's go!"

After Ling Wenxiao finished speaking, he didn't care whether He Qiyan heard it or not, he slowly walked out of the room, kept an elegant posture and went downstairs, walked back to his room quickly, rushed to the bathroom and closed the door when he entered the door, gasping for breath, his nervous heart began to beat wildly, and his heart hurt a little.

Ling Wenxiao has never felt this way, when he was a child, he lived in a welfare home, and the economic conditions of the welfare home were not very good at that time, so the children slept in the same bed at night, and the boys and girls never cared about gender, just like their brothers and sisters.

Even later, as they grew older, everyone reached the age of elementary school, more and more things were donated to the welfare home, and the support policies became better and better, when the children could sleep in separate beds, Ling Wenxiao and a few good friends who played well would secretly squeeze together while sleeping, merge several small beds, lie on the bed, boys and girls huddle together with their heads against their heads and look at a comic book, and fall asleep together unconsciously, no one will be embarrassed at all.

Since Ling Wenxiao was forced to leave the welfare home, this kind of mixed living between men and women is even more common.

When Ling Wenxiao first came out and left the welfare home, he only had 2,000 yuan from the dean, so Ling Wenxiao was reluctant to rent a house at all, so he could only look for a job everywhere during the day, find a bridge hole at night and take a newspaper to make a bunk, sleep in a closed place, and a group of people around him were sleeping here.

The homeless men and women are next to each other, and no one will notice you without washing your face or bathing for a few days and nights, and then you get acquainted with the homeless people, and they will tell Ling Wenxiao which youth hostel is the cheapest. There are twelve bunk beds in a room a night, ten yuan a night, and you can also take a free bath.

Ling Wenxiao usually goes to live once a week, just so that she can wash the clothes she wears in it by the way when she takes a bath, otherwise she will not be used in the dirty place, because she has just turned sixteen years old when she first comes out, and many places dare not use minors, so she can only find a small shop like a restaurant, help wash dishes in the back kitchen, or pass the food at the front desk, and she can't earn much money in a month, let alone how much loan shark she can repay. For at least half a year, she lived in a fixed place and wandered around.

However, it is precisely because the people who are wandering around here are also wandering around, and they have seen everyone and done all the work, so Ling Wenxiao can also learn about all kinds of little-known ways to make money from their mouths.

Underground boxing matches are inquired about from their grapevine, boxing in the underground black market is very fast, the remuneration is also very high, and the time is free, you only need to be there when the game is played, and you can do whatever you want during the usual time.

At the same time, there is no restriction on age, the bosses of underground boxing especially like her as a homeless and unconcerned player, Ling Wenxiao can duel on the stage without reservation and without scruples, even if Ling Wenxiao has an accident at the competition site, no one will come to the door to ask them to lose money, avoid these troubles, and the underground boxing gym will make more money.

Of course, for Ling Wenxiao, she is a lonely ghost, the least weak, and she is very willing to take this risk if she has nothing.

When I first arrived at the underground boxing gym, there were no female boxers in the boxing gym at all, Ling Wenxiao was the first female boxer to come to, the boss looked at her thin and small appearance, thinking she was joking, Ling Wenxiao tried two moves in front of him, and the boss saw that he was also a little low, so he agreed to accept her, but the premise was that she had to go through their devil training.

Ling Wenxiao agreed without thinking about it, and directly signed the life and death certificate.

After preparing the formalities, the coach locked her in a warehouse, only installed a boxing ring in the warehouse, and provided three meals a day and drinking water to ensure their diet, six people punched and kicked her for 6 hours a day, first let her learn how to be beaten, as soon as she entered, Ling Wenxiao found that she had no power to fight back at all, before Ah Qi taught her can only be regarded as a personal self-defense technique, but in the face of the professional attack here, Ling Wenxiao couldn't parry at all, so she could only fall to the ground and be beaten with her head, With a blue nose and swollen face that was beaten every day, Ling Wenxiao could be said to be worse off than dead during that time, so it is no exaggeration to say.

Ling Wenxiao has struggled countless times in his heart, and sometimes he once thought that it would be better to forget it, give up quickly, and go to the end of the world.

But on second thought, she must not leave like this, if she escapes, those loan sharks will definitely go to disturb the welfare home if they don't get the money they are owed, at least it is her reborn parents, giving her the warmth that she lacks when she is young, and she must not let them be implicated because of herself.

Ling Wenxiao had no choice but to grit her teeth and insist, in this kind of inhuman devil training, her heart became no longer weak, and slowly thorns began to grow all over her body to protect herself, and after learning to fight back in the beating, the coaches began to train Ling Wenxiao to react, how to slam at others when both sides were vigilant, and knocked him to the ground.

Of course, during the three months of intense training, she and her coaches were all locked up together, sleeping in the boxing ring, Ling Wenxiao can say that she has long lost the consciousness of the difference between men and women.

At one point, he was surrounded by men, and he only faced women when his opponents met in boxing.

Later, when he had the money to rent a house, Ling Wenxiao didn't dare to go back to live in the house, because those who lent usury would always slam the door, obviously he had just returned some of the money to them, but he still didn't give up and always looked for trouble, so that you always had a sense of oppression in your heart, and if you didn't pay back all the money, you wouldn't let Ling Wenxiao live a peaceful day.

So Ling Wenxiao usually squeezes the dormitory of other peers in the boxing gym, and can sleep with them by making a bunk, and is looking for other jobs to do during the day, the boxing matches here are basically at night, Ling Wenxiao can earn two money, enough to repay the loan shark and interest on a monthly basis, of course, in such a full trip, this makes her have no social circle with girls of the same age, and now what girls like, she doesn't know anything, she is always wearing black and white, and she is not in the mood to buy clothes.

Ling Wenxiao's heart was beating as if it was about to pop out, so he knocked his heart with his fist and comforted himself: "How can you be reborn into a female star, and you have become shy, what are you afraid of, you won't suffer anyway."

Ling Wenxiao took off his clothes and walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower, opened his hand to test the temperature of the water, the temperature was just right, Ling Wenxiao poured down from his head with his eyes closed, trying to wake himself up completely.

After rinsing it off, Ling Wenxiao walked to the mirror and took a hair dryer and began to blow her hair, taking advantage of this time to carefully examine the face in the mirror.

Although she was born with a pair of peach blossom eyes, she was not charming, but had a touch of clarity, which made people look like bathing in a spring breeze, if she was a man herself, she would definitely fall in love with Ling Wenxiao.

The lips are not thin, there are some fleshy ones, and the color of the lips is light pink, like jelly.

The fair skin was sticking to the water droplets just after taking a bath, making it appear more transparent and white, Ling Wenxiao pinched his arm and sighed:

"It's really fine skin and tender meat, think about when I practiced boxing, my whole body was dark and dark, all tendon meat, and it was always bruised and purple, not the same."

Ling Wenxiao turned his head sideways to look at his jaw line, and he saw that there were a little angularity on the side, and his neck was very long:

"Huh? How purple is here! ”

Ling Wenxiao saw that on the side of his neck, there was a purple bruise mark the size of a coin under his earlobe.

Ling Wenxiao rubbed it with his hand, but he didn't feel any pain, so he simply ignored it.

After blowing his hair, Ling Wenxiao adjusted his breathing, made sure that his heart was calm, and walked out of the bathroom in a yukata, only wearing this one piece of clothing on his body when he came, He Qiyan was obviously ready for everything, but when he opened the door of the closet, there was only one lady's pajamas inside, and now the yukata has become the only clothes she can wear. After Ling Wenxiao tidied up, the doorbell rang outside the door, Ling Wenxiao knew that the takeaway had arrived, and walked quickly to the door to open the door and take the breakfast out of the locker:

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome, I'm leaving, ma'am, remember to praise it!"

The robot outside the door turned around and left.

Ling Wenxiao took out the breakfast and placed it neatly on the dining table, and shouted to the second floor: "Mr. He, it's time to eat!" Hurry down. ”

Ling Wenxiao didn't believe that he hadn't finished washing as a big man, and he had been cleaning up for so long.

I saw He Qiyan coming down from the upstairs slowly, wearing a simple white vest and black shorts underneath, Ling Wenxiao was the first time he saw him dressed so casually, the suit and leather shoes he usually wore at home.

He Qiyan took a tablet, walked over to Ling Wenxiao and sat together, put the tablet on the mobile phone holder, and placed it between the two tables.

Ling Wenxiao picked up the chopsticks and began to eat:

"Mr. He, do you have a headache, look at our record yesterday, so many bottles."

Ling Wenxiao pointed to the ground and motioned for Crane Qiyan to take a look.

He Qiyan glanced at it, then opened the loose video memory, adjusted the video time to after drinking last night, started playing, adjusted the voice and said.

"It hurts, and I still feel a little swollen."

He Qiyan picked up the buns and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, and the two stared at the video while eating, both afraid of missing a small detail.

I saw that in the video, the two were staggering on the sofa in the living room to sleep, Ling Wenxiao turned over and leaned on the edge of the sofa, and smashed the wine bottle on the table when his hand turned.

The bottle fell off the table at the slightest touch.

Just as it hit Ling Wenxiao's head, Ling Wenxiao was sobered up by such a blow, looked around and rubbed his eyes, and leaned back on the sofa to relieve himself for a moment. Then he staggered to his feet, walked to Crane Qiyan's side and whispered to him:

"Mr. Crane, Mr. Crane~ Get up, go back to the room and sleep!"

He Qiyan had obviously fallen asleep and had not reacted at all, Ling Wenxiao went up with both hands and pinched his face, kneading it for a while before letting go.

Ling Wenxiao saw that He Qiyan still hadn't woken up, so he carried He Qiyan on his shoulder, staggered upstairs, and when he reached the second floor, He Qiyan was thrown to the ground with his face on the ground, and Ling Wenxiao also fell sideways on top of He Qiyan's body.

He Qiyan was smashed like this, trembled for a while, and fell asleep in a daze, Ling Wenxiao rested for a while and planned to continue to carry him up and go back to the room, but because he had just exhausted too much strength, he couldn't lift He Qiyan at all.

Ling Wenxiao had no choice but to grab He Qiyan's two arms and drag them towards his room, but as a result, He Qiyan's clothes were dragged off by Ling Wenxiao.

Seeing this, Ling Wenxiao almost choked, and said to He Qiyan embarrassedly:

"Hahaha...... I'm just helping you undress and sleep, hahaha...... Don't thank me too much. ”

He Qiyan's face was black, no wonder he felt so much pain in his back when he just took a shower.

In the video, Ling Wenxiao finally dragged He Qiyan to the side of the bed, and Ling Wenxiao stood on the bed and wanted to drag He Qiyan to the bed.

But when the person was asleep, his body sank even lower, and he was very paralyzed, Ling Wenxiao didn't have the strength to pull him up at all, and her ribs no longer allowed her to use too much strength.

Ling Wenxiao's ribs hurt so much that he could only let go of the hand he had been holding, He Qiyan was thrown to the ground heavily, and He Qiyan, who was knocked on the head, was a little sober, opened his eyes and asked in a daze:

"What's wrong?"

Ling Wenxiao saw that he was woken up by the toss, and hurriedly waved his hand:

"It's okay, it's okay, let's sleep with you!"

When Ling Wenxiao stood on the bed and looked down, his head was dizzy, and he raised his foot to get off the bed, but he just stepped on He Qiyan's face, Ling Wenxiao didn't care about that, and walked down with his face.

Seeing this, Ling Wenxiao silently put down the chopsticks that were still holding the bun, swallowed the contents of his mouth alive, and peeked at Crane Qiyan's expression.

She was a little scared that Crane Qiyan was going to dismantle her now.

He Qiyan turned his head to look at her, gritted his back molars and said:

"Ling Wenxiao, I don't know how many surprises you have!"

Ling Wenxiao immediately pinched He Qiyan's shoulders and squeezed out a smile:

"Mr. He, don't be angry, I was really drunk and confused yesterday, look at my thin little arm, I have exhausted my strength to drag you to the room, besides, you forgot that I am still injured~"

Ling Wenxiao pretended to be pitiful at He Qiyan, and used the voice she could do to be coquettish, pouted aggrievedly, and begged He Qiyan to let her go.

He Qiyan couldn't help her, shook his head helplessly, pressed his brow with his hand, and comforted himself:

"She's an artist in her own company, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's not angry, it's not angry."