——The next day——

Dolores is still dressed as before, wearing a cute cartoon T-shirt on the upper body, snow-white cropped pants on the bottom, and the trousers are cut to the most popular cornear style this year; On his feet, he wears a pair of small leather boots with a fat head and a heel thickness of five centimeters. Wearing his usual disposable mask, a black hat, as well as sunglasses, and a small bag, he left the hotel.

Dolores walked on the street for a long time, wandering alone, and slowly walked to a "Dream House" bubble tea shop. I took off my sunglasses, walked to the counter, chose for a long time, and finally ordered a cup of "matcha red bean milk tea".

The streets of Shanghai are bustling and lively, and the crowds are bustling with people, constantly busy, doing things for the new day. People are communicating, discussing, laughing, playing, and playing。。。。。。 Let this sunny and somewhat sultry summer be full of laughter and laughter, making Shanghai lively again.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way. The motorcycle is out of control, get out of the way. ”

Dolores had just swallowed the milk tea in his mouth, and in a trance, he heard a familiar voice. When he turned around, he was hit head-on by a motorcycle and fell to the ground.

"Hey, how do you drive? Someone walks in front of you, and you just run into it. You're not rude, are you? ”

At this moment, Dolores raised his head, just in time for a pair of tireless eyes. Suddenly, it felt familiar, as if it had been seen somewhere. But I can't think of anything.

"This young lady, you yourself are drinking milk tea to the realm of selflessness, and it is not good to look good. How can you blame me? My motorcycle almost crashed. You're still blaming me here, you're obviously touching porcelain. ”

A magnetic and somewhat hoarse male voice came, and his tone was full of impatience. The man said menacingly to Dolores.

Dolores felt that the voice was inexplicably familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but now that he had been hit, his clothes were full of "matcha red bean milk tea". He roared menacingly, "Hey, boy. This is a pedestrian aisle, you actually drive a motorcycle here, you are not afraid of hitting and killing people, become the first "motorcycle killer" in Shanghai? If you want to be famous, I can take you to the police. Go there and take a look at the surveillance, and you will know if I have touched porcelain in this girl. ”

"'Motorcycle killer'? It's you? The woman who touched the porcelain that time? It seems that it's not enough for you to touch porcelain once, you have to touch porcelain a second time, right? You shouldn't be interested in my motorcycle, right?

The man took off the helmet on his head, looked at Dolores, his eyes widened in surprise, and said in disbelief: "Han Mengya, is it really you?" So you like to touch porcelain so much? So interested in my motorcycle. I don't see that you still have this hobby. ”

Dolores picked up the dropped mask and said to the man in front of him, "I'm telling you, my name is not Han Mengya, my name is Dolores." Also, you have to drive on the sidewalk, and you are embarrassed to blame me for touching porcelain? I don't know you at all, don't keep saying I touch your motorcycle. I'm not interested in your car, and I'm not interested in talking nonsense with you here. ”

The man looked at Dolores, was stunned for a while, stepped forward and grabbed Dolores, and asked questioningly, "Han Mengya, do you really not remember me?" I'm Lin Xinyang. You really don't remember? Think about it. You're not going to get your head poisoned, are you? Actually forgot about me. ”

"I... I really don't remember you ... I... ”

Dolores pulled his arm back from Lin Xinyang's hand and said in a slur manner.

When Dolores was about to leave, he saw a large number of reporters behind him, and instantly realized that he was not wearing a mask and sunglasses. Appearing in front of reporters like this, and being photographed by reporters touching porcelain, will definitely become a laughing point in entertainment news.

Dolores panicked and put on her mask, only to find that the reporters were already surrounding her.

At this time, Lin Xinyang pulled Dolores onto the motorcycle and drove the motorcycle out of the reporter's sight.

——Plaza——

Lin Xinyang drove the car to the sparsely populated square and stopped. Because Dolores didn't recover, he fell on Lin Xinyang's back all of a sudden, and he was at a loss for a while.

After a while, Dolores came to his senses, jumped off Lin Xinyang's motorcycle, thanked him, and walked straight to the gate of the square.

Lin Xinyang looked at Dolores' departing back and said lightly, "Han Mengya, I will definitely not let you leave me again." ”

——Villa——

Walking into the villa, one was greeted by a lavish lobby with a cold glow of intricate lighting, and the high walls cast dark shadows on the soft carpets through the long, spacious but deserted corridors. In the famous paintings on both sides, the eyes of those celebrities seem to be able to grasp people's hearts, and the design of the inner room is needless to say, but the expensive decoration can't cover it, and the oppression and coldness in the room can't be covered.

"Miss Bai, I'm really sorry to come over and disturb you this morning. I've got a few things here that you're sure to appreciate, though. I think you will be particularly interested, Miss Bai. ”

A male reporter appeared behind Bai Luoluo, holding the camera in his hand, and said with a smile.

"Something I admire? What is it? Isn't it some boring entertainment magazine? ”

Bai Luoluo stretched out his hand, motioned for the male reporter to sit down, and said suspiciously.

"Miss Bai, please take a look." The male reporter gave Bai Luoluo the photos he got from the camera and motioned for Bai Luoluo to take a look.

"Isn't this Han Mengya? She's alive? That's impossible. Since, after the bankruptcy of the Han Group a few years ago, Han Mengya passed away mysteriously. After all these years, it is impossible for her to be alive. Are you sure the photo is real? ”

Bai Luoluo saw the girl in the photo, his eyes widened instantly, covered his slightly open mouth with one hand, and said to the male reporter tremblingly.

"Miss Bai, the girl in this photo is indeed as you said. However, I'm not sure if it's the person you're talking about. However, the photo is absolutely true. I secretly photographed it in front of the bubble tea shop this morning. ”

The male reporter looked at the girl in the photo and said to Bai Luo Luo sincerely.

"Han Mengya, since you are still alive, I will definitely not let you go.

Bai Luoluo clutched the pillow on the sofa tightly, his eyes were full of anger, as if he was unwilling, and said resentfully.

[Han Mengya, no matter how far you flee to the ends of the earth, I will not let you go. - Bai Luoluo]