Chapter 237

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

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

The lights of the Underground Club staggered, and the halo hit Lu Ziheng, which was more and more beautiful.

Lu Ziheng's beauty has always existed.

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

In the past, rumors about Lu Ziheng in a have always existed.

The center of most messages is what makes people and gods angry. Even if they are angry, they will never get academic results. The only thing that can make a middle school students feel that the creator is fair is Lu Ziheng's family.

"Are you dreaming?"

The girl's voice was very soft. The boy seemed to think of something. He freed up one hand and took Shen Qinghuan to the dressing room.

During this period, they met many people who wanted to go home because they left.

Because Lu Ziheng punched well, 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 body soon softened. His hand supported the wall behind Shen Qinghuan. He lowered his head and took the familiar sadness of Shen Qinghuan: "Xiao Qinghuan. Brother, this is to make money to support 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 with red eyes," I know you have your pride, but I don't want to be a little widow when I'm just with you. If you have more money and less money, there is no end to making money, and you know the money... "

"You mean the money is not bright." Lu Ziheng's thin lips raised a thin and cool smile, "Xiao Qinghuan. In the imperial capital of land and gold, not everyone is born with a golden key. Although everyone's struggle is not as meaningful as fighting on the crown, it should not be... "

"I didn't say where the money came from." Shen Qinghuan interrupted Lu Ziheng's misunderstanding. She took out the band aid she had just bought from her pocket. She didn't see the boxing in the first half, but she saw Lu Ziheng's injured face in the photos sent by Zhou Zihan and in the dim light.

"I don't want to live in fear. The person I want to live in the future just broke his face and shed blood this time. What about next time?"

It's a few centimeters away. I'm going to hurt my eyes.

The eyeball is very fragile, if

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

"It's my brother." Lu Ziheng tightly hugged Shen Qinghuan's thin back. He finally understood the reason why the little girl was angry. The lack of self-confidence in his heart almost made him mistakenly think that the little girl despised his black income. "My brother worried little Qinghuan. There's no next time."

"Men's words are deceiving ghosts." Shen Qinghuan lay on Lu Ziheng's shoulder and said, "didn't you say that the mobile phone is dead?"

Lu Ziheng loosened Shen Qinghuan. He made an oath in front of her, and his eyes were filled with sincerity: "if Lu Ziheng conceals anything to Shen Qinghuan in the future, let him..."

"Don't say anything unlucky." The index finger and middle finger of the girl's right hand pressed on Lu Ziheng's lips, blocking the boy's words to announce.

Lu Ziheng bent down and looked at Shen Qinghuan. "Aren't you angry?"