Rebirth of Chu Wan

It's one thing to think, and another to hear it with your own ears.

Wan Chu'er didn't expect to see Jiang Kechu being kicked, it would be so uncomfortable.

Her heart seemed to be blocked by a big rock, and she couldn't catch her breath. She wanted to vent, but she didn't know how to vent it.

It was already twelve o'clock in the morning, the bus had long since disappeared, and the taxi could not be seen for a long time. Wan Chuer slowly walked home like a ghost.

She couldn't help thinking whether Jiang Kechu was also uncomfortable now.

She could see that Jiang Kechu cares about Wei Feng, otherwise he would not listen to Wei Feng's complaint and would not try to recover, even though the recovery failed.

Even Chen Xiran's sudden appearance gave Jiang Kechu a hard blow. When Jiang Kechu came out of that office, she saw his footsteps heavy and hurried.

That was his sad expression.

I don't know how Jiang Kechu would tell his family, I'm afraid he would understate it, and take all the responsibilities to himself. He is always so responsible, and he has also carried a lot of pots to her.

Now she has witnessed Jiang Kechu wanting to help another woman with her own eyes. This feeling is a bit uncomfortable.

Wan Chuer was thinking wildly, not paying attention to the surrounding situation, until her path was blocked by three flowing yellow hairs.

"Go away!"

Wan Chuer said coldly without lifting her head.

"Hahaha, this chick is letting us go away." One of the yellow hairs laughed dissolutely as if they heard a good joke.

The hooligan with an iron chain tied around his neck grinned and said:

"This chick looks really good. My brothers will love you tonight."

As he said, he stretched out his paw to touch Wan Chuer's face.

Wan Chu'er stepped back two steps, avoiding the paw, eyes flashed, looked back and forth, and at the same time pricked his ears to listen.

Very good, this is a remote road, no one, very quiet.

The three hooligans thought that Wan Chuer wanted to run away or find someone to rescue her, and became more and more lascivious.

"Beauty, don't worry, there is no one here."

"Brother, this girl's skin is white and tender, and it must be refreshing to touch."

"Beauty, just go with your brothers obediently, they will definitely be gentle, hahahaha..."

"Snapped!"

Wan Chuer threw the backpack to the ground, making a sound in the silent night.

The three hooligans were stunned, not knowing what Wan Chuer meant.

Before they came back to their senses, Wan Chuer got out of her legs. She kicked the man in the middle on the chest, and the other side stepped back and sat down on the ground.

"Damn! Dare to beat Lao Tzu and catch her for me."

Wan Chuer twisted her neck, and the blood began to yell in excitement.

Wan Chuer relied on her own fist and kicks, and soon fought with these three gangsters.

After Jiang Kechu left the first school, he remembered that his car was still parked in the school's parking lot. He took a deep breath and returned to pick up the car.

It was late at night, and there were fewer cars and people on the road, but he still drove around aimlessly.

He remembered that four years ago, Wei Feng also confessed to himself in a red dress.

Over the past few years, he thought he and Wei Feng were very good, and they would join hands for the rest of their lives.

He was very busy at work. He thought Wei Feng understood him and was very grateful, so he would always meet Wei Feng's requirements.

He had a meeting tonight to discuss the exercise plan.

But with a call from Wei Feng, he still managed to push the meeting until tomorrow. The result was waiting to break up.

He is not the kind of entangled person, things have reached this point, he has chosen adult beauty.

But he always felt a sigh of breath in his heart, making him more gloomy with his whole being.

Jiang Kechu stopped the car, rummaged through the car, and found half a pack of cigarettes.

The smoke ignited, and he no longer had the desire to breathe, and just watched the smoke slowly burn in the dark.

With sensitive hearing, he quickly heard the sound of fighting from a nearby alley.

He wanted to ignore it, but a fierce female voice came.

"I beat you to death!"

His first thought was: how can a girl be so rough and call herself Lao Tzu.

Maybe he is really old, and there is a generation gap with the young girl now.

Suddenly Jiang Kechu threw the cigarette away and jumped out of the car.

That is Wan Chuer's voice!

Wan Chuer grabbed a yellow hair and punched it again and again, while also avoiding the attacks of the other two people.

The four of the two sides didn't look good, and all of them were smashed.

Wan Chuer's hair was messed up, and one eye was blue.

A hooligan had a limping leg, a colorful face, and two clear nosebleeds.

The remaining one was grabbed by Wan Chuer's head and couldn't get away.

"Sister, please stop, can't we stop fighting?" shouted from the lame mouth.

Wan Chu'er stared: "I haven't had a good time yet."

With a cry, everyone continued to fight with each other with their fists on the body, but Wan Chuer didn't feel the pain, only that the depression in his heart slowly dissipated.

In this chaos, Jiang Kechu's vigorous figure appeared.

He grabbed with two iron claws, and the two hooligans who were beating Wan Chuer were thrown out.

Wan Chuer looked up and said blankly: "Jiang Kechu?"

Taking advantage of this gap, the rogue in her hand struggled to run. Wan Chuer tried hard, "Don't run."

Jiang Kechu was a little speechless at the scene before him. Wan Chu'er's hair was messed up, his face was very beautiful, and he was holding a messier head in his hand.

After a few minutes, Wan Chuer carried his backpack and followed Jiang Kechu with a grin.

The two walked forward in silence.

Jiang Kechu pressed and pressed, finally he didn't yell at the lesson.

A girl who doesn't go home in the middle of the night, fights with a gangster!

Thinking about him, he felt that his chest was about to explode.