"Does it hurt?" The man reached out and pinched Anhe's chin and looked at him seriously.

Angel didn't speak, couldn't speak, and every breath came unbearable pain from his ribs.

"Want me a phone call?" The man smiled, reached out to touch Anhe, took out his cell phone from his pocket, lowered his head and pressed it a few times, then put the cell phone back, patted his face, "If you are not dead, call me tomorrow to seek revenge."

It looked pretty good when she smiled. Angel closed his eyes and he wanted to sleep a little.

He could feel the man standing up, staying beside him for a while, then stepping over him, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared.

The surroundings became quiet and the pain seemed to disappear.

Angel slept very heavily this time, and dreamed a lot, and he didn't know what it was.

When he woke up, he couldn't open his eyes. The sunlight from the window shone out all over the room. He pulled the quilt and covered his head.

When he was about to turn over and lie on his stomach and continue to sleep, he suddenly felt his whole body hurt. The soreness made him unable to do the turnover after only half of it.

Then I felt a headache and my temples were beating.

Drinking high? Angel thought in a daze.

He rarely gets drunk when he drinks, and he rarely has headaches the next day when he gets drunk. It is even rarer to have a blow-up pain like this.

He lay in the quilt with his eyes closed and slowly woke up after a few minutes, but what happened last night was still a little confused, and it was hard to tell whether it was a dream or a reality.

Hei Changzhi is a man.

He tore off his beautiful wig.

The hair net is really like a nun when he is strangled on his head.

So he was kicked.

I don't know why he had to talk too much about his chest.

So he was kicked again.

Then fell asleep?

Angel lifted the quilt, adapted to the sunshine in the room, and opened his eyes and confirmed that this was his bedroom.

He couldn't remember what happened later, so he slowly sat up and saw a piece of paper on the bedside table, so he took it over and took it for a look.

You fell in the passage at the back door of Yege, were you drunk or beaten? The reason is unknown. We stripped you naked and checked. There were bruises, but there were no wounds, no fractures, and there were good figures. When you woke up, you called us.

The signature is Lin Ruoxue.

Angel smiled at Liu Yun, and his rib bones were thrusting and hurting. He lifted his clothes and looked at it. A piece of blue purple continued from his left rib to his stomach. He stood up and looked at it with his back to the mirror, and his back was also blue.

After he went to college, he never fought again, nor was he beaten. He hadn't experienced this situation of being beaten like running five thousand meters after three years without training.

What's even rarer is that Angel felt that he wasn't particularly angry.

He took a shower with gritted teeth and felt much more comfortable. He called the small shop in the community to send him a portion of lean eggs and meat porridge, and Anhe turned on the speaker, took his cell phone and sat on the sofa.

There is a newly saved mobile phone number in the phone book, and the marked name is, the person who beats you.

Angel pressed the edit and changed the name to - wig.

If you are not dead, call me tomorrow to seek revenge.

This sentence floated through his mind, his voice arrogant and sexy.

Angel pinched his cell phone and turned it around in his hand. Should I make this phone call?

If this person is really a girl, he may not be interested in making this call. Of course, there is little chance of being beaten up by the girl like this.

But now this is a man.

The owner of the shop brought him the porridge and gave him an extra dumpling.

After Anhe slowly ate all the porridge and dumplings, he picked up his cell phone and dialed the number.

Wig calling...

It rang several times, and someone answered the phone: "Hey."

Angel immediately heard the sound, and I have to say that this person's voice is good.

"Do you know who I am?" Angel picked up a cup of coffee from the coffee machine and drank it slowly, and asked.

The people over there spoke in a cold tone: "Are your bones broken?"

"No." Angel said.

"Then there is no need to seek revenge, keep going." The meaning there seemed to be that you were about to hang up the phone.

Angel smiled and asked slowly, "What do you think if you don't wear makeup?"

There was silent for a while before answering: "Want to see?"

"Um."

"Come and see."

"It doesn't mean I'm not injured." Angel slowly pulled the curtains in the house. The sun was very bright, but he was not used to letting the room be filled with sunshine, and he was inexplicably insecure.

"I can't walk away," the voice over there has never changed much, "I need to review."

Angel was stunned, student?

Angel didn't speak, he had no interest in students, and would think of the group of half-grown children in his class.

"Come or not?" The voice over there suddenly changed, and he changed from plain to ordinary and asked.

The voice gently hooked in Anhe's heart, and he sat on the sofa: "Which school are you?"

A school name was signed up there: "Branch campus, on the North Third Ring Road."

Angel was stunned. He knew that this school was a very ordinary college, but their branch campus was quite famous...

He couldn't help asking: "What major are you?"
Chapter completed!