Tang Ran took a sip of the soup and refused to comment.

Chen Zhou's arm was placed on the back of the chair, and his thin lips were raised coldly. "How do you want to teach her a lesson?"

"Didn't you have blacked the school forum?"

Tang Ran didn't look at her phone, but she could guess this.

Chen Zhou raised his eyebrows, and his low and restrained tone did not fluctuate, but his words were filled with frost. "That's all? Not removing her arms is not a lesson at all."

Tang Ran stared at Chen Zhou for a while and seemed to ask seriously: "Woman, can you do it too?"

Chen Zhou lazily folded his legs, smiling, "For me, there are only two types of women. One is my woman, and the other is no different for me."

Tang Ran's eyes flashed, he lowered his head and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food, but did not answer the conversation.

But Chen Zhou was still asking her: "What kind do you want to do?"

“…”

She actually doesn't want to answer.

Seeing that the topic was getting weirder and weirder, Tang Ran put the chopsticks aside and looked at him with a frown. "Do you still eat?"

"Eat, I'll peel shrimp for you."

Chen Zhou saw that she was angry and didn't want to continue the topic, so he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, picked up the plate of boiled shrimps on the table and started peeling it.

He peeled it casually, but was very careful. The face that was too expensive was condescending to the noble no matter how he looked.

Tang Ran's bowl was quickly filled with peeled shrimp. She picked up one dipped in dipping sauce and put it in her mouth, chewing it slowly, her thoughts were a little dazed.

In fact, just now, when Chen Zhou said "my woman", her heart was throbbing for a moment.

Meanwhile, in the hospital.

There was a hideous scar on Zhong Zhixi's face, extending from her brow bone to her upper lip. It was like a dark red centipede, with a bit of cruelty of biting people, which was intimidating and thrilling.

There were a total of forty stitches on the wounds on her face. During the whole process, there were times of crying and howling from time to time.

She tried to reach out to touch her, but her dislocated arm had not recovered and could not move.

"Will I have scars?"

"Yes." The doctor replied.
Chapter completed!