The Little Fairy Reborn As a Schoolmaster

  Chapter 182 182 If I want to come to Tiangong, I also feel that this year’s Qixi Festival is not suitable for confession

  After Shen Haotian closed the door and left, Shen Qinghuan was lying on the bed tossing and unable to sleep.

  She suddenly opened her pupils, and what caught her eye was the pitch-black room.

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

  What to do, she really wants to know—

  What Lu Ziheng is doing now at this time.

  The phone is lying on the bedside table coldly and charging.

  The thirty-third time when he picked up the scan and decoded his face and did not receive Lu Ziheng’s message, Shen Qinghuan finally couldn't hold back a call.

She even started to think carefully. If Lu Ziheng connected and asked herself why she called so late, she would say that she would like to see the photos of Doudou. Today they went out to play for a day and did not bring Doudou. Did Doudou have a good meal? some type of.

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

  Did he really decide that because he did not make a correct introduction to his father, he planned to have a cold war with himself in the future?

  Shen Qinghuan held the phone tightly, no, she would never miss it again in this life!

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When Lu Ziheng hurried back to the shanty town, the old room had been smashed into pieces.

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

  Wen Huaibei.

  Before harassing Shen Qinghuan, the boy who was beaten by Lu Ziheng to find teeth.

  If it hadn’t been for Ye Xiong to send a message to Lu Ziheng’s family, the fireworks he prepared should be set off at the beach.

  But now the sky outside is raining again, I want to come to Tiangong and feel that this year’s Qixi Festival is not suitable for confession.

  Ye Lanzhi saw Lu Ziheng with red and swollen eyes, ran over crazy and pulled Lu Ziheng's clothes, choked up and said: "Ziheng. You are finally here."

Although the scars on Wen Huaibei's face remained unresolved, he relied on the Wen family behind him. Tonight, he brought people with him, showing off his words and deeds: "Yeah. Isn't this the best high school college bully in our entire emperor? Come back late, studying is hard enough!"

  While speaking, Wen Huaibei still clamped Lu Ziheng's chin, but was pushed away angrily by Lu Ziheng: "Go!"

  Wen Huaibei retreated several meters in a row because he was unsure of his strength. He tilted his head and shouted at the people behind him: "What are you still doing?! Lu Ziheng, the little boy who doesn’t understand the rules, don’t you winks?!"

  A few tall adults quickly surrounded Lu Ziheng, but none of them were Lu Ziheng’s opponents.

  Even though Lu Ziheng successfully escaped from the prison, the insidious 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 she was frightened by this kind of thing now.

  The blue veins on Lu Ziheng's arm were raised, and his phoenix eyes were scarlet: "Wen Huaibei, you are breaking the law like this!"

   "Really?" Wen Huaibei seemed to have heard some joke, he deliberately stretched his tone: "Why don't you try—

  Is the police-chat coming sooner, or is my knife faster? "

  The few security guards who were knocked down in the ground took advantage of Lu Ziheng's negligence and pressed his back together and clasped Lu Ziheng's wrist.

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

Wen Huaibei threw the kidnapped Ye Lanzhi to one of the security guards. He bent down and picked up Lu Ziheng's mobile phone, and poked Lu Ziheng's chest with his mobile phone pretentiously: "Isn't it very horizontal? Even my horse dare Bubble?!"

  The words fell, Wen Huaibei pretended to slip while Lu Ziheng's face again, and he let out his breath when he watched the phone break.

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

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

   "Wen-Huai-Bei." Lu Ziheng gritted his teeth, and he shook off the shackles of those in black madly.

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

  (End of this chapter)