For more than 20 years, Aunt Lu has been hiding in Tibet, constantly suffering from the condemnation of conscience day and night, and the key is to escape the persecution of Feng Jinchen when she grows up, and can only work as a temporary worker in a factory that does not need to use an ID card.

When Song Qingyue's people found her, Aunt Lu was already like an old woman.

Aunt Lu couldn't believe Uncle Hu and the others, so she moved to another cheap rental house overnight and found a job washing dishes to make ends meet.

There was no way, so Uncle Hu had to arrange for his friends to secretly pay attention to Aunt Lu's movements, waiting for Song Qingyue to talk to her in person.

No, Uncle Hu drove Song Qingyue and others over, Zhao Tezhu and a group of others followed, and it didn't take long for several low-key luxury cars to be neatly parked outside the low, dilapidated and crowded rental house.

"Wow! Bmw! ”

Someone howled, and many people who watched the excitement came over and looked left and right curiously.

The big guys are not familiar with the logos of luxury cars such as Rolls-Royce, Ferrari, and Bentley, but they can easily recognize BMW.

Isn't there such a saying?

I'd rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bike.

Everyone was very curious, how could such an expensive car come here? They all work in nearby factories and construction sites, and it is good to have an electric car or bicycle.

Many eyes gathered on the door of the car, trying to see through the window who was sitting in the car.

At this time, the car door opened, and Huo Chizhou, who was anxious in his heart and had a cold and hard face, got out of the car first, and then turned around and raised his hand to protect the roof of the car, only to see a slender and delicate calf stretched out from the car, and then up, the slender jade fingers like green onions were on Huo Chizhou's big hand.

The crowd of onlookers held their breath.

Under the siege of the scorching sight, Song Qingyue got out of the car with the help of strength, and everyone finally saw her delicate and exquisite face, and her skin as white as snow had a jade-like luster under the reflection of the sun.

"Wow! It's so beautiful! ”

"Oh my God!"

"Mom, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

The people who live around are women who work hard every day to make money in factories and construction sites to support their families, and their heavy work and meager wages make them bloated and rough-skinned, and they do not hesitate to pinch their waists and scold each other for a few cents.

Other than that, it's a little girl who hasn't grown yet.

Although Song Qingyue often soaked in the laboratory, she had never done any dirty work, and she was willing to spend money on maintaining herself, and she was in the best years, both fairy and demonic, with a bit of charm in her coldness.

When she appeared in front of everyone, the big guy was shocked.

"It's so pretty."

"When did we have a big beauty?"

"Harm, look at other people's outfits, can they belong here?" As she spoke, the landlord's aunt's eyes lit up, "It can't be demolished, right?" ”

Wow! Get rich overnight!

The young girl on the side thoughtfully said, "Which star is this?" I seem to have seen ...... somewhere."

"That's right! She is Song Qingyue! Song God! ”

Song Qingyue!

Like a drop of water falling into hot oil, the surrounding crowd instantly boiled.

Even if you don't have a little money to buy a game warehouse and a game helmet, you can always afford a mobile phone, many people have downloaded the online version of "Fengshen" to play for free, and there is a high probability that Song Qingyue's name has been swiped in a small video without playing games.

Even people who are not exposed to the Internet at all will inevitably hear the words "Song Qingyue" mentioned by people around them.

It's like thunder!

"Ahhh It's the god of Song! The restless crowd rushed to Song Qingyue and asked her for autographs or group photos.

The first young girl to recognize Song Qingyue squeezed in nimbly.

She held a notebook and a pen in both hands, blushing and hesitating: "Song, Song Shen, you, can you sign for me?" ”

"Okay." Song Qingyue responded with a smile, caught a glimpse of the school sign of "School for Migrant Workers' Children" in front of the girl, picked up the pen and wrote a sentence in the girl's notebook-

Be diligent in learning and thinking, and work hard.

In the end, I didn't forget to promise the girl and sign my name.

After writing, Song Qingyue put the cap on the pen, returned it to the girl, and looked at the young student with a childish face in front of her with a smile.

"Come on."

The young girl hugged her notebook and nodded: "Hmm! ”

She wants to be on par with her idols and become a person as good as Song Shen! Song Shen is really gentle! It's like a warm-hearted big sister, oh my God, the big sister just said to her in person, "Come on~".

She must be admitted to university and work in the Song Group!

In the following time, Song Qingyue signed autographs and took group photos of the extraordinarily enthusiastic crowd, and the villain Huo Chizhou served as a bodyguard. It's not that people didn't recognize Huo Chizhou, the main thing was that he had a black face like a god, and no one dared to disturb him.

Isn't the pretty young lady fragrant?

Not long after, Lu Chunli walked out of the house, her hair was messy, her expression was numb, her eyes were dull, she was wearing a bargain of ten or twenty yuan bought from a stall, and the front of her shoes was worn out with a hole.

In the face of the noisy crowd outside, Lu Chunli didn't even give them a trace of afterglow, and walked outside mechanically, as if the hustle and bustle of this world had nothing to do with her.

Huo Chizhou's loss is like an invisible shackle.

Whenever she thought of everything that might have happened to Huo Chizhou, Lu Chunli's heart would swell with familiar feelings, guilt, remorse, and resentment...... All kinds of emotions almost overwhelmed her, making it unbearable.

Just living like this walking corpse will feel a little more comfortable.

Don't think about it, don't care.

Someday I'll get used to it.

Uncle Hu stopped Lu Chunli in time: "Ms. Lu, please wait a moment, our young lady has something to tell you." ”

Lu Chunli's eyes finally moved.

Is it him again?

Lu Chunli, who had been devastated by life, was not angry, and only one thought slowly drifted through her mind: "I have to move again".

She didn't run away in a hurry, and followed the direction of Uncle Hu's finger and looked at the "young lady" in his mouth.

When her eyes fell on Huo Chizhou's face beside Song Qingyue, Lu Chunli's pupils shook dramatically, her heart stopped for a moment, and then beat violently.

She, she's finally found him!

Capturing that line of sight, Huo Chizhou, who was protecting Song Qingyue, raised his eyes and looked over, a pair of narrow eyes like his biological mother Xiao were as cold and deep as a cold pool in the dark night.

Lu Chunli's lips twitched.

The eyes are like Mrs., the eyes are like Mr., and the eyebrows, nose, mouth, and body shape and aura......

It's definitely him! It's definitely him!

After all these years, she finally saw him again!

"Young Master!" Lu Chunli ran to Huo Chizhou like crazy, cried and shouted and grabbed Huo Chizhou's clothes, and sat on her knees with a limp of tears, unable to stop her tears, and burst into tears in an instant.

"Young master, I'm sorry, Auntie is sorry for you!"