Three years after our breakup, you came back to China, and I'm just giving up. Why are you cryi

Lu Hao's pupils contracted, and without any hesitation, he stood up and walked towards the bar entrance without looking back.

Damn it, this woman is really persistent. So many days have passed, and she's still coming to find me.

"Lu Hao, wait for me!" Zhou Mengmeng tried to break through the crowd, but was swallowed up by the throng. All she could do was shout.

Lu Hao stopped, turned around and rushed into the crowd, grabbed Zhou Mengmeng's hand, pulled her into his arms, and fought his way out of the crowd.

Zhou Mengmeng had never been to a bar before. She only came occasionally after meeting Lu Hao, under his guidance. What happened just now really scared her.

At this moment, her face was pale, she was tightly hugging Lu Hao's waist, and her head was buried in his chest.

Lu Hao rubbed her head, then turned to look at the screen on the stage, which was playing a missing person notice.

The person being sought: Zhao Ritian. A reward of 50,000 yuan will be given to anyone who provides clues.

For a fleeting moment, Lu Hao even considered reporting himself.

No wonder there were suddenly so many people.

He didn't pay much attention to it and escorted Zhou Mengmeng out of the bar.

"Scared? Will you dare to come again next time?" Lu Hao looked at Zhou Mengmeng, who was still in shock, and sneered.

"I'll still dare as long as you're here, because you won't abandon me anyway."

Looking at Zhou Mengmeng's trusting expression, Lu Hao felt that even if he took her to northern Myanmar now, she would still help him count the money.

Arriving at the roadside, Lu Hao looked at the luxury cars passing by without a trace of envy in his eyes.

On the contrary, Zhou Mengmeng's gaze was fixed on the Cadillac not far away, where a man got into the car with a beautiful and charming woman and then drove away.

"Sigh... When will I meet my Prince Charming, picking me up in a Cadillac?" Zhou Mengmeng sighed, then turned to Lu Hao, "Come on, get a Cadillac and I'll go home with you."

"No, I don't like Cadillacs." Lu Hao ignored the last sentence.

"Really? There are men who don't like this kind of car?" Zhou Mengmeng stared at Lu Hao suspiciously.

Lu Hao took out a cigarette, lit it, twitched the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, and pointed to the pickup truck not far away: "I like this kind of car."

"That's it?" Zhou Mengmeng said with a look of disdain.

Have you seen the video?

"What video?"

Lu Hao held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, flicked off the ash, and said with emotion, "The Maybach couldn't save my father in the rainy night, and the Cadillac couldn't catch up with her when she was leaving, but the pickup truck was different; it saved my mother in front of the flash flood."

Zhou Mengmeng paused for a moment, then released her grip on Lu Hao's waist and slowly squatted down on the curb.

"Missing your mom?" Lu Hao squatted down and took two steps to stand next to her.

Zhou Mengmeng gave a soft "hmm" and then fell silent.

Lu Hao didn't disturb her, he just smoked silently.

Zhou Mengmeng had told him before that she had never met her mother, only because of the phrase "protect the child".

But her father treated her very well, raising her as both a father and a mother. She would only think of her mother in the quiet of the night.

Lu Hao himself thought that although he didn't know what his parents looked like, he was still grateful to them for giving him life and never blamed them.

He had heard a saying before: if you don't know what your parents look like, look at yourself in the mirror.

You are just like your parents when they were young.

Touching "Mom's" nose and pinching "Dad's" lips, every part of his body reflects his parents.

Lu Hao shook his head, looked at the cigarette that was half-burnt, and flicked the cigarette butt into the air with his delicate fingers.

The cigarette spun in the air for a moment before falling back down and being caught firmly by Lu Hao.

"Smoke can fly away and come back, so has your girl come back?"

Zhou Mengmeng's voice rang in his ears. Lu Hao was stunned for a moment, then said calmly, "You're back, but I don't want you anymore."

After saying that, he casually tossed the cigarette in his hand.

"That was a good dumping, just like she dumped you back then!"

"Damn!"

Come on!

Lu Hao wanted to get angry, but seeing Zhou Mengmeng looking like she was waiting to be beaten, he shook his head helplessly, got up and walked towards the shared bicycles parked under the tree next to him.

Just then, a woman stood in front of Lu Hao.

A pair of stunningly long legs were hidden beneath a slit bodycon skirt, straight and slender. Above that was a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, followed by a magnificent silhouette, rounded shoulders, delicate collarbones, and a jade-like neck.

Finally, Lu Hao's gaze lingered on the woman's stunningly beautiful face, her features perfectly proportioned, as if sculpted. However, her indifferent eyes sent chills down one's spine upon meeting her gaze.

The best of the best.

Lu Hao's eyes lit up, a faint smile appeared on his lips, he tossed his bangs, struck a flamboyant pose, and said in his magnetic voice:

"Hey beautiful, wanna hook up?"

"Snapped!"

As expected, the beautiful woman's soft hands gave Lu Hao a facial massage.

Before Lu Hao could speak, Zhou Mengmeng suddenly stepped forward and raised her hand to slap the woman.

But she overestimated herself; the woman raised her leg and kicked Zhou Mengmeng, sending her flying.

Lu Hao was furious, completely disregarding the woman in front of him, and raised his fist to punch her.

"You scumbag! Go ahead and hit me!"

The woman neither dodged nor flinched, her eyes remaining unblinking, her tone icy.

Lu Hao's fist stopped 0.001 millimeters from the tip of her nose, his eyes filled with terror.

The familiar phrase "scumbag" reminded Lu Hao who the other person was.

The stunningly beautiful woman I met a few days ago.

Damn it, wasn't she looking for herself in the bar? Why is she out here?

It seems someone has tipped them off.

As Lu Hao's mind raced, he withdrew his hand. Since they had a past relationship, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"This is between you and me. Aren't you afraid I'll call the police if you hit me like this?" Lu Hao decided to reason with the other party.

The woman sneered, took out a wad of cash from her bag, and threw it forcefully next to Zhou Mengmeng. "You called the police just to get compensation. Here, take it."

Lu Hao was furious. He stepped forward, grabbed the woman by the neck, and brought his face close to hers. He said, word by word, "I told you, this is between the two of us. It's fine if you hit me, but what right do you have to hit my friend and insult her with money?"

The woman's face turned red from Lu Hao's pinching, but the indifference in her eyes did not fade at all. If you looked closely, you could even see a hint of pleasure hidden in her indifferent eyes.

"Heh... You hit... You hit your lover, does it hurt... Does it hurt?" the woman asked with difficulty, not backing down at all.

"Lu Hao, I'm fine, let's go." Zhou Mengmeng got up from the ground, not caring about brushing the dust off her white dress, and hurriedly came over to pry Lu Hao's hand off the woman.

"Cough cough..." The woman coughed violently a few times.

"Let's go, let's go." Zhou Mengmeng pushed and pulled Lu Hao into the taxi next to them.

By the time the woman came to her senses, the taxi's taillights were already out of sight.

"Lu Hao? That's your real name, isn't it?" The woman smiled smugly.

She ignored the money scattered on the ground, turned around, got into an A8 parked next to her, and sped off into the street.