She and Chu Wan have been at the same table for three years in high school, and they are in the same school in college, so their relationship is very good.

Therefore, no one will know better than Chu He that since the summer vacation of her sophomore year of high school, Chu Wan suddenly became like a night of demons, and she was very keen to use a knife in her face.

At first, it was eyelashes, then it was double eyelids, and then it was nose......

After doing so, Chu He couldn't count how much medical skills and ruthless work she used on her face.

I only know that the sequelae are frequent, and as long as a face is stimulated, it will become nondescript and surprisingly scary.

After thinking about such a phone call.

It is estimated that Chu Wan's face is about to be crooked, and hoe He is very happy in his heart......

"Shhhh

A throbbing pain in his stomach brought Hatsuhe's thoughts back to reality.

It must be that the hot pot I ate tonight was too spicy.

Hatsuhe clearly remembers that she drank half a glass of cold wine at that time.

Holding his stomach with both hands, he bowed his waist and took a step to rest for a while.

Finally, I reluctantly returned to the room, opened the drawer and found a dozen pills, but I didn't have time to pour the water, so I swallowed it directly.

It hurts –

It hurts to death.

The stomach, which was already full of holes, was like being pierced by a red-hot wire at the moment, stirring it repeatedly.

Chu He fell on the bed, bent his legs, and was covered in cold sweat in pain.

After holding on for a few minutes, Chu He couldn't stand it anymore, and touched his mobile phone in a daze, planning to call an ambulance for himself.

But the ghost almost opened the address book and accurately dialed Lu Zhouyi's phone.

After recovering his consciousness a little, Chu He reacted, and was about to hang up the phone, but the other party had already answered it.

"What's wrong?" Lu Zhou's kiss was faint, without any warmth.

"My stomach hurts...... "Regardless of whether he is warm or not, the first lotus is now so fragile that it seems to shatter at the slightest touch."

She doesn't need to care either.

She just wanted to get out of herself and the others knew that she was hurting right now.

Not greedy.

It is enough for one person to know.

"Where are you now?" Lu Zhouyi followed and asked.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang several times.

At this time, after taking the medicine, Chuhe had recovered a lot, and he was nesting in the sofa to relieve his breath, wrapped in a thick blanket.

Hearing the doorbell, she struggled hard for a long time before she barely staggered to the door in a daze, and reached out to open the door.

"Hatsuha-"

The visitor called her coldly and detachedly.

Chu He raised his eyes, his expression immediately froze, and he said coldly for a while: "What are you doing here, Qin Chuang." ”

Qin Chuang was very tall, and when he stood at the door, it was like blocking a wall of flesh, blocking the Chu He signal tightly.

He wore a black coat, his facial features were handsome and sharp, and when there was no expression on his face, he was so cold that he looked like a ghost who had come to ask for his life.

"Why don't you answer the phone?" After staring at Chu He wordlessly for a moment, Qin Chuang pinched his phone and asked coldly.

The phone kept ringing in the kitchen, but Hatsuho didn't have the strength to answer it.

Moved from the bedroom to the living room.

It's almost half her life.

"I don't want to pick it up." Hatsuho tried to cheer up, and after finishing with a blank face, he was about to close the door.

Unbeknownst to him, Qin Chuang stretched out his hand and stuck in the crack of the door.

Chu He glanced at it and directly slammed the door back with all his strength.

Qin Chuang didn't dodge.

The first load also does not stop.

Repeated three or four times, Qin Chuang's hand was full of scars, and there were even a lot of blood in several places.

It must have been very painful.

After all, ten fingers are connected to the heart.

Hatsuha thought as he stared at his hand.

In an instant, it was aggravated and accelerated the action of slamming the door and clamping his hand.

"Chu He," Finally, six rounds later, Qin Chuang grabbed Chu Hehao's wrist with his hand that had been stained with blood on the back of his hand, and glared at her fiercely, "Don't you really feel sorry for me?" ”

"I feel sorry for you?" Like hearing some joke, Chu He asked coldly, "I haven't asked you yet, what are you doing here, how did you find my residence?" ”