I asked you to go on a blind date, why would you rent a billionaire CEO?

"Is it my dad who wants to talk to me on the phone?" Wen Xiaomei wiped away the tears from her eyes and tried to smile:

"Dad, don't worry, I'm not a child, I can take care of myself."

"That's good, that's good." Before making the call, Father Wen prepared a lot of words, but when the call came, he couldn't say a word.

But he also portrayed the fatherly love as strong as a mountain vividly.

"Xiao Mei, Dad just misses you. He hasn't been home for almost half a year. You..."

"You old man, your daughter is working outside, why are you so sad?"

Mother Wen's voice sounded nearby.

Xiaomei felt extremely guilty.

It is normal for parents to miss their children as they get older, especially since I have experienced a failed marriage before, which makes my parents even more worried.

The divorce was so difficult, but she didn't cry. But when she became pregnant, she became particularly sentimental.

I tried hard to stop crying so that my parents wouldn't notice anything. "Dad, Mom, I'm going to hang up now. I'll call you another day."

"Okay, okay, it's nothing, but this old man insisted on calling you..."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Xiaomei quietly admired the moon. Strangely, the headlines in Haicheng that she had been following did not include the news of the Mu family's eldest son's wedding.

Maybe he is at the Jiang family in Beijing right now.

I shook the thoughts out of my head and suddenly felt a little chilly.

He tightened his thin coat and walked back to the bedroom.

In the center of a small county city, Yaleju community.

He Zhendong came home very late.

As soon as he entered the door, little An An ran over in a baby voice: "Daddy, hug me."

Mu Wushuang smiled and let go of his hand.

"Why are you back so late?"

He Zhendong is on leave today to visit his family and return with his family.

"A few old classmates in the system got together and chatted a little more."

He picked up He Anan and gently stroked her chubby little face with his chin.

Mu Wushuang sniffed, "Did you drink?"

"Wife..." He smiled awkwardly.

It’s true that He Zhendong is a director, but he loves his wife very much.

He knew how to respect her, and the couple has always had a good relationship.

"Don't drink so much next time. You are a police officer and drinking can cause trouble."

"Got it! I will never dare to do it again."

Little An An curiously turned his head in his father's arms and looked at his mother.

The eyes are big and black.

At this moment, all the members of the He family came over.

His family is waiting for him to come back for the reunion dinner!

Unfortunately, Mu Wushuang and Wen Xiaomei lived in the same small county town.

They lived separately like this and no one noticed each other.

Mu Wushuang had seen Xiaomei.

I even asked He Zhendong to help look for it.

However, Xiaomei seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth and could not be found at all.

China is such a big country that if someone wants to hide, it is impossible to find him.

In Liucheng, Mu Lingyun took the opportunity to send his bodyguard Alai away and ordered a bowl of authentic Liuzhou snail noodles.

He gradually fell in love with this delicacy, perhaps not because he liked snail noodles so much.

But this way, I will feel better.

I also ordered some Bobo Chicken and Teppanyaki, and a dozen beers.

Strangely enough, during this period of time, his alcohol tolerance has gradually increased and he can drink several bottles now.

Missing you is deep in my bones, and getting drunk can relieve all my sorrows.

How he hoped that when he looked back suddenly, she would still be standing in the dimly lit area waiting for him with her dimples and naughty little fangs showing.

At the end of the pedestrian street, Zhao Minmin cursed inwardly. She even memorized the license plate number.

As a result, just a few days later, I saw the prestigious license plate with five 9s again in Jiangcheng.

She planned a carefully planned play.

Of course, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this is just fraud.

There is no artistic level at all.

She lay in front of the car wailing. Even if she couldn't blame the young master, she could still extort a large sum of money.

As a result, a ferocious-looking man got out of the car.

It's very unpleasant to look at.

Zhao Minmin actually knew him. He was the local devil in Jiangcheng - Master Zhiqiang.

He doesn't know what it means to be gentle and considerate to women.

After just one look, he pulled out a golf club from the trunk!

It came up and smashed down on my head!

He smashed the bricks and cursed: "Are you trying to scam me? Master, I'm in a good mood today, otherwise I would have killed you!"

Then, golf clubs rained down.

He didn't even give her a chance to react.

"Bang bang bang-"

It was not until three minutes later that Zhao Minmin began to scream intermittently, her clothes were torn, and many parts of her body were smashed.

It was a bloody mess, a horrible sight.

He smashed everything around and left her stunned.

What about the melancholy little prince?

How could it be Master Zhiqiang?

what happened?

The key point is that she doesn’t know Mu Lingyun and can’t even call out his name.

Not to mention making friends.

After beating her up, the other party warned her that if he saw her again in Jiangcheng, he would send her away to be a cash cow. Can anyone touch anyone's porcelain?

After cursing for a while, he backed up and left.

Zhao Minmin felt extremely aggrieved. Not only did she not meet Mu Lingyun, but she was also severely beaten. It was so painful.

At that time, lying on the cold asphalt road, no one helped her call an ambulance.

When the devil was around, the onlookers didn't dare to get close to him. Now that he's gone, they know that this woman was trying to scam the luxury car on purpose.

Reputation is bad.

There was no kind help in return.

He lay on the ground for a long time without getting up, and only limped away when night fell.

After resting for half a month, I bought a ticket and boarded the train to Liucheng.

When she saw the Rolls-Royce with license plate Liu A again, she couldn't help but spit!

He is rich but unkind. What's wrong with giving her some money?

Follow the crowd and stroll slowly.

The next moment, her eyes lit up. The melancholy little prince!

How could it be such a coincidence?

Can this also happen?

When fate comes, you can’t stop it!

She turned her back, tidied her appearance carefully, took out a makeup mirror from her bag and touched up her makeup.

He turned around, took confident steps, and quietly approached Mu Lingyun's seat.

He drank one cup after another, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Such a gentle man, his smile now looked particularly vicissitudes of life.

"Hello! Handsome guy!"

Mu Lingyun raised his eyes, looked at her coldly, and continued drinking.

To him, there is no room for any other woman in this world except Wen Xiaomei.

She just looks somewhat similar, but she is not the real Wen Xiaomei.

He wasn't drunk.

"Can I sit here?" Zhao Minmin was wearing a white long dress.

She always dresses herself up as a little lady.

With her shallow dimples, her smile looks quite beautiful.

Mu Lingyun glanced at her coldly, and his powerful aura made her stop immediately from sitting down.

He was frozen in mid-air, neither sitting nor standing.

"Isn't it boring to drink alone? Why don't I drink with you?"

Zhao Minmin acted very sincerely: "Don't you think this is fate? We met in Jiangcheng!"

"roll!"

With his intelligence, he certainly knew what happened in the corridor that morning.

Of course, he didn't care about one hundred thousand dollars.

But I saw through her as a person.