Transmigrated Female Support: Male God, Addicted to Teasing

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As long as he accidentally falls asleep, he will be beaten mercilessly! In addition, he will be thrown into the ice water during the cold winter twelfth lunar month, just because, then he will get sick.

As long as he is ill, the man called his father will come to see them.

Day after day, the man never found out that his son became more and more indifferent and more and more lonely.

Until later--

"call!!"

Wen Zheng woke up abruptly. His eyes were dark and he had a headache. He finally fell asleep, and he had nightmares again.

In his dream, he was tied to a chair, and saw the crazy woman lying in the bathtub with a knife, cut one by one on his wrist, blood soon stained red water.

"Wen Zheng, I thought you were very useful! Now I found out that he doesn't love me! He doesn't love me! He doesn't love you even more! Even if you are his only son!"

In front of him, the woman's crazy voice gradually weakened. Finally, she slid into the water weakly and closed her eyes forever.

There seemed to be a red in front of him, Wen Zheng gasped, he bent his legs, his tall body all curled up in the chair, and seemed a little fragile.

The white and full forehead is also covered with fine sweat beads.

Su Kui sat opposite Wen Zheng, in fact, she came in ten minutes ago.

It was just that Wen Zheng didn't seem to sleep well, but seeing the blue and black that covered his eyes and foundation, she hesitated and chose not to wake him.

The girl was slender and fragile, almost as if her fingers were broken, almost touching his forehead.

This is the first picture that Wen Zheng opened his eyes and restored his eyesight.

"who are you?"

Wen Zhengyi grasped Su Kui's wrist and grabbed it fiercely.

His tone was very indifferent, his eyes cold, and he looked at the girl who was close to him in front of him. If he did n’t wake up, what would this girl want to do to him?

Are those crazy fans again?

Thinking of this, Wen Zheng's eyes were even colder.

"You better explain your details before I call the security guard, otherwise, I think you will not want to try the consequences."

Wen Zheng's faint narrative does not seem to be a threat at all.

"Hmm ..." Su Kui's mouth flicked weakly, her eyes were quickly accumulating a circle of crystal tears, but she didn't cry.

"Before I speak, can you, can you let go of my hand first? My bones are almost pinched by you ..."

Su Kui looked at Wen Zheng pitifully and pleaded softly.

The wrist in the palm is very thin, the skin is very delicate, and it is very comfortable with a temperature as warm as jade.

This is Wen Zheng's second recognition.

His brow furrowed, and she quickly loosened her wrist, seeing that a red imprint of purple had appeared on it, and a little annoyed in his heart.

Damn it!

He pursed his lips, and said impatiently to Su Kui: "Now, you can tell your purpose and your bottom line," Wen Zheng finished, raising his wrist and lowering his eyes, glancing at the time, away from the agent In half an hour, there are five minutes left.

"Before my agent comes back, give you three minutes to explain."

In fact, Wen Zheng was ready, Su Kui took out a stack of postcards from the bag and asked him to sign.

He stared at Su Kui's movements and saw that her hand reached into her bag, and her brows grew tighter.

"Enough is enough. As a fan, I think you should understand that I never sign a fan !!"