Chapter 237

Lu Ziheng forgot that the knowledge in the books was different from the reality.

He can't organize beautiful words. When he needs to open his mouth to defend himself, his vocabulary gradually decreases until he is too stupid to say a word.

Underground Club lights staggered, halo hit on Lu Ziheng's body, more beautiful.

Lu Ziheng's beauty has always existed.

Even some nervous Zhou Zihan in the crowd, it is difficult to get rid of the appreciation of beauty.

In the past, there have been rumors about Lu Ziheng in a.

Most of the message center is what people are angry with, even if the academic performance or they will never get, the only thing that can still make a middle school students feel that the creator is fair is Lu Ziheng's family.

"Are you for a dream?"

The girl's voice is very light. The boy seems to think of something. He frees up a hand and takes Shen Qinghuan to the dressing room.

During this period, they met a lot of people who wanted to go home because of the end of the show.

Lu Ziheng was good at boxing, so 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 outside and each other's breathing could be heard.

Lu Ziheng's figure softened quickly. His hand was on the wall behind Shen Qinghuan. He lowered his head and said, "Xiao 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 the Underground Club, your money... "Shen Qinghuan said, red eyes," I know you have your pride, but I don't want to be a little widow just when I am with you. If you have more money and less money, there is no end when you can earn it, and you know the money.... "

"You mean the money is not bright." Lu Ziheng's thin lips raised a kind of cool smile, "Xiao Qinghuan. In the imperial capital of every inch of land and gold, not everyone was born with a golden key. Although everyone's struggle is not worthy of the title of struggle, it should not be... "

"I didn't say where the money came from." Shen Qinghuan interrupts Lu Ziheng's misunderstanding. She takes out the band aid she just bought from her pocket. She didn't watch the boxing in the first half, but in the photo sent by Zhou Zihan, in the dim light, she sees Lu Ziheng's injured face.

"I don't want to live a life of trepidation. The person I want to live for the rest of my life just broke his face and bled this time. What about next time?"

It's only a few centimeters away from my eyes.

Eyeball is very fragile, if

Shen Qinghuan trembled and fell into a warm and powerful embrace.

"It's my brother." Lu Ziheng hugs Shen Qinghuan's thin back tightly. He finally understands the reason why the little girl is angry. His lack of confidence almost makes him mistake the little girl for his black income. "My brother worries little Qinghuan. There's no next time."

"A man's word is a liar." Shen Qinghuan was lying on Lu Ziheng's shoulder and said, "didn't you say that the cell phone is dead?"

Lu Ziheng let Shen Qinghuan go. 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..."

"No bad luck." The girl's right index finger and middle finger pressed on Lu Ziheng's lips, blocking the boy's words.

Lu Ziheng bent down, and Shen Qinghuan four eyes relative: "not angry?"