Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

"She seems to have gone to the airport. Why don't you chase her quickly?" My aunt's brain is turning very fast. She seems to think that things must have a turn for the better. She will not just forget it. She has always been optimistic about these two people. No matter how long she has been in love, she will never say no more.

"Thank you, auntie."

When Lin Minjia heard her aunt's words, she left without looking back. Her mind seemed to be flying to the airport. When Lin Minjia came downstairs, his car had blocked up the community.

"Who is so ungrateful to park the car here?"

"That's right. It's great to drive a BMW, and you can park in disorder."

"Hurry up, call and have it towed away."

A lot of people around Lin Minjia's car are talking about it. It seems that they want to tear Lin Minjia's car apart. Anyway, they are very angry. Who let Lin Minjia's car stop on the road? Many people can't get by. Of course, they have to curse the street.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll drive right away."

Lin Minjia pushed aside the crowd and walked in. While greeting, she got into the car and drove away. She had no time to deal with these people. She had to rush to the airport. You know, she had to stop Wu Qingluo.

The car was whistling along the way, as if it had grown wings. Wu Qingluo never thought that on such a day, he and Lin Minjia would come to such a situation.

The scenery on both sides is rapidly retrogressive, as if time is also retrogressive. It can't be completed at all. The white light seems to hurt Wu Qingluo's eyes, and even shed transparent tears under the corner of his eyes. The driver's elder brother saw Wu Qingluo crying in the mirror.

"Sister, are you ok?"

The driver's elder brother was a northern man with an accent. He felt that his voice was rough and wild.

"Oh, I'm fine."

Wu Qingluo also subconsciously felt that he was impolite and hurriedly wiped away his tears. In fact, it's no big deal. Love is just a small part of life. Who said that girls must rely on men and they can go a long way? It's just social prejudice and unfairness towards women. Wu Qingluo thinks that she shouldn't go that ordinary way. It's not because she was stimulated, it's because she was hurt, There are thousands of different possibilities in life. Why do we have to bump into each other on a road that we can't get along with? We have already told ourselves with bloody facts that some roads can't work at all. Wu Qingluo needs change, not stubbornness. It's useless to go black.

At this moment, song Zhiran is enjoying the beautiful food in the luxury hotel. She seems to feel that it is a feeling of a big heart. Watching Wu Qingluo leave last night, she already feels that she is a winner in her heart. How proud she is of such a gesture, as if she has won a great victory. Song Zhiran thinks that he is the biggest winner and no one can beat him.

"Miss Song, your flower."

At this time, the waiter came over, holding a large bunch of flowers in his hand, like a hundred flowers platter, which made everyone look this way.

"This is mine?" Song Zhiran didn't believe it. It was like a fable.

"It's really yours. A gentleman made it for you just now. Please accept it."

The waiter is just finishing the task. How can he think so much?

"Good."

Song Zhiran didn't want to embarrass a little waiter. Maybe this thing was done by the same person as before. It turned out that this kind of thing was not over, and someone had been sending flowers to him all the time. What's the matter? No, I just said it was born before. Maybe I can know who it is.

Song Zhiran rushed out, holding a large bunch of flowers, attracted a lot of eyes. The eyes were complicated, as if there were envious, envious, contemptuous, as if thousands of flavors mixed together, launched together, and rushed to song Zhiran.

Song Zhiran rushed to the door of the restaurant, but did not see a figure, as if it was empty. What's the matter? Even the pursuers don't have to send flowers like this, but they don't show up. What's the matter? It's better to say it face-to-face than to play such a game. It's too mysterious. Song Zhiran can't stand it at all. He can't buy it with such flowers.

"Pay the bill."

Song Zhiran doesn't want to stay in this place. He just wants to leave soon. He has a feeling of depression. The illusion of victory just now seems to have disappeared.

"Miss Song, someone has already bought the bill for you."

The waiter is very gentlemanly. He bends down and whispers to song Zhiran. He seems to have some evil smile at the corner of his mouth. But song Zhiran's mind is not on the waiter at all. He just wonders why someone can pay for his meal. He doesn't even know what kind of play it is.

"Who asked you to pay for it? Can't I afford it?" Song Zhiran's authority was suddenly broken, as if he had been provoked, and he was ignored. Song Zhiran doesn't care what kind of lady style he is. He just asks questions in a loud voice. He seems to think that such a hotel is breaking his privacy.

This is too strange. Originally, it was just to send flowers, but now it's even helped to pay. This is more and more serious. Song Zhiran couldn't figure out what kind of person he was in trouble with. However, when he recalled the past, there was no different situation at all, as if everything was so flat and there was no different situation at all.

Song Zhiran is very angry and wants to go back. He doesn't want to put himself under the public's eyes any more. It's like a street parade. But on second thought, why? If this person refuses to appear, he must be found out. At least now he knows that he is a man and a gentleman. At least not a loner.

Song Zhiran presses the elevator button directly, goes from the top floor to the first floor, and then takes her car to drive directly to the downtown. There are many shops in the downtown. Today, song Zhiran is going to sweep the streets and shop around one by one. She wants to buy everything she likes. She wants to see if the bill maniac will pay for herself, Since you like to pay the bill, buy a happy one.

"Miss Song, are you here?" The shop assistants of this paradise are very familiar with song Zhiran. Song Zhiran is a diamond member of his family, and he often buys tens of thousands of diamonds.

Song Zhiran's favorite brand is simple style. It's not flowery. It's just to song Zhiran's taste. Song Zhiran's body is so good that he can almost reach the upper body in an average size. He never has to tailor his clothes. In other words, his family's clothes are almost tailor-made for song Zhiran, and his family's clothes, Almost every one of them is limited. In this way, song Zhiran doesn't have to worry about bumping his shirt when he walks on the street. This is the last thing women like, especially famous women. They are watched by paparazzi every minute when they walk on the street. If the stars don't have any news on that day, they almost stare at these celebrities, as if they are in the headlines, Song Zhiran is also a famous lady. Although there is no gossip on weekdays, and he is not too close to his friends in the city, he is also a famous lady.

"Well, are there any new models this season? Take them out and show them to me. "

As soon as Song Zhi dyed his hand, a waiter came to help carry the bag. There was no need to say a word at all. As long as he had a look in his eyes, people would lead him. This was the big customer. What he wanted was not only the quality of the goods, but also the quality and attitude of the service.

Song Zhiran is a big customer. Naturally, the shop assistants can't neglect him. If he runs away from a customer, he will lose a lot of income. The income from the power supply comes from the rice leaders. If they don't kill the unjust customers, they won't be killed.

"Yes, it's a good time for Miss Song to come. It happened that the goods came from Milan yesterday. It's the latest fashion of the season. It hasn't been published in magazines. Come and have a look."

It seems that the waiter is a grandson who politely reaches out his hand for guidance and grovels. However, this is what the service industry is like.

"All right."

With that, song Zhiran walked into the senior lounge. This is a fitting room for senior customers. There are genuine leather sofas, 360 degree clear glass mirrors, and glass crystal chandeliers. They are so high-end and high-grade. Only noble diamond VIP customers can enjoy them, but ordinary customers can't, It can only be tried on in the public fitting room outside.

"Miss Song, please wait a moment."

The waiter went to get the clothes and asked song Zhiran to have a rest here.

After a while, the clothes were taken over. There was a whole shelf of clothes, each of which was a finished product.

"Miss Song, try this one. You see, it's the work of a famous Italian designer. It's quite excellent. You also participated in the fashion show in Paris. I think you have such a good figure and your temperament matches this one very well. You might as well try it."

The waiter, like a salesman, just chose a black evening dress for song Zhiran. The dress was really tailored and well made.

"OK, I'm in a good mood today. I might as well wear evening dress. Although there isn't any dance or dinner recently, I might as well."

After Song Zhiran finished, he pulled his clothes in and tried. A shop assistant followed him in to help pull the zipper.

In a short time, song Zhiran came out. As soon as he went in and out, he was very different. Although song Zhiran had a great temperament, after wearing an evening dress, his temperament was definitely upgraded. It was completely comparable with those movie stars.

"It's beautiful. It's really beautiful. "

The clerks on one side were sighing and sighing, as if they had witnessed a modern show. They didn't need any lighting and ballroom effects, so they already had that feeling.

"I'll see. It's just the same."

Of course, song Zhiran would like to say this. Can he say it as soon as he comes up? It's too classless.

"You can also try this one. You see, the big backless design of this one reflects your sexy figure more."

The waiter raved on one side, and then took out a red tuxedo with a big backless design.

"No way. How can I wear such a big mother's color? Have you made a mistake?"

Song Zhiran looked at the red one with disdain. It was really ugly. It was clearly the style of a middle-aged aunt. How could song Zhiran accept such a style? It was just an international joke.

"Yes, yes, yes, I took it wrong. How could it be this one? Who did a good job? It's really bad luck to take this one."

The waiters in black suits are of extraordinary status. The clerks just now are of different grades. They are also hall managers. They came to receive song Zhiran in person.

"It's me. It's Mrs. Su's order. I got in by accident."

The salesmen on one side also began to make ends meet. Of course, the atmosphere should not be embarrassed. This is a regular customer. We must not offend him.

"I think the light green one is good. It's full of youth and vitality. It suits me."

Song Zhiran himself took a fancy to a lotus leaf green evening dress. It was very cute and cute. The sleeves were bubble sleeves with complicated wooden ear edges. It seems that this is not the consistent style of this store, but it appears at this time, which makes people feel refreshing. Indeed, song Zhiran has his own style and routine in dressing, and he has great experience.

Sure enough, this suit of clothes is really gorgeous. The whole person thinks it's a little fresh. Without the oppressive feeling of black just now, it seems to be a fresh pastoral style.

"Miss Song really has a good eye. It's really good. Come and have a look."

This wave, as if all the shop assistants had come to see the princess, appeared with praise and admiration.

"Well, don't flatter me. Take this green one and that black one for me."

Song Zhiran is in a good mood. He seems to be very happy.

"Thank you, Miss Song."

It's another two big businesses. You know, these two skirts, together, can't make it. After all, they are international first-line brands. They don't depend on price. They complement each other.

"It's a credit card. Go ahead and swipe it. There's no password.

"Song Zhiran handed his gold card. It seemed that he was a customer who paid the bill. He was proud, but he was swallowed by one sentence, and the whole person was not good.