After rebirth, my wealthy ex-husband pushed me against the wall and kissed me

After finishing everything, Shen Tingnuo clapped his hands with satisfaction and lay back on the bed comfortably.

She checked the time on her phone and it was almost two o'clock. She couldn't help but secretly curse Fu Xiuyan as a dog.

If he hadn't pestered her, she would have fallen asleep long ago.

He got up and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly. Before going to bed, Shen Tingnuo thought of the big brown bear who came to his rescue.

After hesitating for a moment, she endured the pain of bleeding, opened WeChat, and transferred 30,000 yuan to Big Brown Bear.

Since the person saved her, it would be better to give him some compensation.

However, what she didn't expect was that the transfer failed, and a red exclamation mark popped up on the chat page, with a line of small gray text reminder appearing below.

She was deleted?!

At this moment, Shen Tingnuo's mind was extremely clear. She sat up from the bed and tried to add the friend back.

After sending the verification message, there was no response for a long time, as if it fell into the sea.

Shen Tingnuo's mood was instantly mixed with various emotions. He felt sorry for losing his benefactor's contact information, but also felt that there were still many good people in the world.

The reason why the big brown bear deleted her was probably because he wanted to help others without asking for anything in return.

What a great man!

Shen Tingnuo put down his phone and lay back on the bed, no longer worrying about being deleted by the big brown bear.

As long as she is lucky, she believes that she will see the righteous big brown bear again.

Underground boxing ring.

In the lounge.

"yawn"

The boy sitting on the bench sneezed without any warning.

Zhao Zhuo turned around and teased, "Hey, Brother Ye, someone is thinking about you."

The boy didn't react, but just wrapped his hands with bandages again and again.

White face, red lips, and black hair.

He was only wearing a pair of red three-quarter pants, revealing his lean and strong chest, his abdominal muscles clearly visible, and his two mermaid lines clearly visible and winding underneath his three-quarter pants.

The long legs are spread apart, and the texture lines are so beautiful that they look like a masterpiece carefully created by an artist.

The person in charge of the boxing ring opened the door and came in with a clipboard in his hand, reminding him, "Aye, it's your turn. Remember, you can only lose one round. Those gamblers are all betting on you to win three rounds."

"Got it." The young man's muffled voice sounded, and he glanced at the mobile phone beside him that suddenly lit up. It was a message to add a friend.

You don't need to click to see who wants to add him.

It’s so late and you’re still not asleep?

He thought to himself, frowning.

"Brother, what are you looking at? Why do you have such a bitter and resentful expression all night? Was your wife robbed?"

Zhao Zhuo was not in a serious state, half bent over, with his arm on the boy's shoulder, his eyes naturally fell on the mobile phone beside him, trying to find out what made the boy depressed all night.

As if seeing through what Zhao Zhuo was thinking, the boy picked up the phone and locked it in the cabinet.

Zhao Zhuo clicked his tongue, "Brother, what are you doing? I haven't seen you hide your phone like this before. Do you really have a wife?"

"Get out." The boy left these two words and turned to leave the lounge.

Walking in the dim corridor, I could hear the thunderous shouts coming from the boxing ring, which seemed to be so exciting that it could blow the ceiling off.

It wasn't until the young man walked out that the spectators below the ring saw him and immediately burst into waves of cheers.

The young man looked expressionless as he looked at the burly man who had been standing on the ring waiting for a long time.

The burly man looked up and down at tonight's opponent, and a look of determination and contempt immediately appeared on his face.

"Little chicken, I'll smash you to pieces in two minutes, bah!" He spat at the boy and made a harsh remark.

The boy's calm eyes gradually became sharp, and he slowly raised his middle finger.

The burly man's expression suddenly turned ugly.

The audience burst into even more intense calls, pushing the atmosphere of the night to a climax.