After separating from Ling Ziheng in the dessert shop, Lin Zhiwei declined Ling Ziheng's invitation to send her home, and strolled alone on the beach, from recovering her appearance to the present, for several hours.

At this moment, she slowly realized that it seemed that her current self was gradually getting used to this face.

Ling Ziheng got into the car and told the driver not to drive first, he looked at Lin Zhiwei's figure quietly through the car window, this area happened to be on the harbor, there was a circle of observation decks along the seaside, she didn't go far, standing on the observation deck.

The sea breeze swept her long hair, gently curling her cheeks and caressing her cheeks, while she just stood quietly.

Ling Ziheng could only vaguely see her side face, her face drooping, her long eyelashes overlapping, covering all her emotions.

He actually felt a little distressed, and wanted to go up and say something, Lin Zhiwei's side face looked a little sad, and it was really difficult for her, for so many years, she had to accept all kinds of doubts and ridicule, but it seemed that she had endured it silently.

And now, I have to accept a self that I don't know at all, the pressure can be imagined, and the arbitration of the day after tomorrow will be ......

He felt a hint of stuffiness in the car, and when he removed the window, the cool and soft sea breeze suddenly poured into the car, and the fresh air filled his nose, while the figure in the distance was as quiet and indifferent as the person in the painting, but it was so thin that people felt sorry.

He was thinking about whether to get out of the car to comfort her for a few words, when he heard not far away:

"The pervert surnamed Lin, if Lao Tzu eats the food and drink you sent him in the future, he will be stupid to his uncle......"

……

After speaking, he waved his fist, and then left in a huff, leaving the tourists around who were looking at the scenery and were frightened by the sudden roar.

Although this girl is so good-looking, she is actually a madman......

Ling Ziheng shook his head helplessly, secretly mocking in his heart, he still wanted to comfort her, it was so stupid, he really underestimated this girl's brain circuit......

Tell the driver, "Go back."

The driver was stunned, and immediately started the car, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, what's wrong with the young master today, it looks like it's a little abnormal......

Lin Zhiwei, who was scolding and scolding, kicked the cans on the side of the road while walking, the fire in her heart really had nowhere to vent, if it weren't for Lin Qiongjiu, how simple the matter of the arbitration would have been, and how much potential trouble had she found now......

You have to return your appearance, whether you can return it well, and whether you can be a little stylish.

Complaining is complaining, she still dialed Zhao Qianlu's phone easily:

"Zhao Meimei, I miss you, come out and accompany me now, and talk about some preparations before the war by the way"

Zhao Qianlu, who was doing hairstyling on the other end of the phone, heard Lin Zhiwei's slightly tired and a little depressed voice, regardless of the hairstylist still busy on his head, jumped up and shouted, "Lin Zhiwei, you finally replied to me, I have been WeChat for an afternoon, do you read WeChat or not?"

Lin Zhiwei glanced at WeChat, 20 messages from Zhao Qianlu......

"I'm busy in the afternoon, I didn't watch, sorry"

"I've spread it all over here, just that Liang Qisheng, the big speaker of the Liang family, said that you are disguised or something, and it is spread like a god...... What the hell is going on with you......"

Belch...... It turned out that the second missing person who killed her family early this morning was the second son of the Liang family, although Lin Zhiwei still couldn't understand why he suddenly appeared at her door, and he didn't say anything about her, but obviously, he had already poked out the matter of her appearance being greatly changed.

It's still the old saying, good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles......

Liang Qisheng, who killed a thousand knives, what kind of grudge did he have and offended him?

"Come to my SOO club here to find me in a while, I still have 20 minutes to finish, hey, hey, are you still listening......" Zhao Qianlu was obviously a little anxious.

"I'm here, I'm alive, I'm going to die, Miss" Lin Zhiwei hung up the phone and immediately took a taxi to the club.

I really can't imagine how Zhao Qianlu will react when she sees her for a while, so far, the most realistic reaction is Ling Ziheng, because compared to everyone including his parents, he is the most calm.

Of course, there are not many people who have seen her today, and it is difficult to say that Yishan is stronger than Yishan.

SOO Club is a branch of the Zhao family's high-end private club dedicated to celebrity consumption, which is not only magnificent, but also all the decoration and furnishings meet the needs of girls to take pictures, which is as beautiful as a fairyland.

When Lin Zhiwei entered, only Zhao Qianlu was inside, looking anxiously at the door, looking uneasy.

Lin Zhiwei took a deep breath, tried to hold up a very calm face and encouraged herself, such a scene will have to be staged all the time in the future, and she immediately cheered up, come on, let the storm come more violently.

Sure enough, at the door, I caught a glimpse of someone walking in and sitting down, Zhao Qianlu was in a state of confusion, the coffee in his hand was always held, he didn't bother to take a sip, and his eyes stared at the person without blinking.

Lin Zhiwei thought to herself, it's over, it's stupid again, it's no different from her parents' reaction.

"Zhao Meimei, after holding coffee for so long, aren't your hands tired, the nail art you just made is about to break" Lin Zhiwei took the initiative to break the silence, and Jiao Erlang should sit down, regardless of the image.

The image of this thing, as early as 800 years, disappeared at the same time as the disappearance of the face of the year.