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Mu Xue'er had invited Lisa into the coffee shop, but she didn't expect that Amber would go and settle the score with Mu Xue'er so quickly.

"Miss Mu, what's wrong?" What can I do for you? " Lisa sat down with a smile on her face.

Mu Xue'er sat there without saying anything. Her two eyes were fixed on Lisa, causing her to feel a little puzzled.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at me like that for? "

"I want to see clearly what kind of woman you are!" Mu Xue'er said word by word.

"What do you mean?" Lisa asked with a frown.

"What do you mean? Did you go to Ambovin and tell him about my visit to the villa? You vicious woman! " Without waiting for Lisa to react, Mu Xue'er poured a cup of coffee on her face.

"You! You shameless bitch! " Lisa wasn't someone who was easy to deal with. Soon, they started to fight. The people in the coffee shop were stunned. These two well-dressed ladies were actually able to fight so viciously. Lisa's height had the absolute advantage. Mu Xue'er grabbed onto Mu Ru Yue's hair and violently dragged her out.

Mu Xue'er was a young miss with a thousand gold coins. Although she was usually unruly and willful, she had never fought with anyone. As for Lisa, she was an omnipotent shrew.

After fighting for a while, Mu Xue'er's face was completely disfigured by Lisa. Her clothes were torn and her face was covered in blood. Her hair was also torn into pieces. Mu Xue'er only had the strength to defend herself, but she didn't have the opportunity to retaliate. She could only allow her opponent to do as he pleased. Soon, Mu Xue'er let out a mournful cry. A lot of her hair had been torn off by Lisa.

"How is it? Let's see if you still dare to act so arrogantly toward me! " Lisa said with her hands on her hips.

"You bitch! "Shameless whore!" Mu Xue'er was flustered and exasperated as she cursed out loud.

"Aiyo!" What was going on? Why did the dignified jeweller's daughter, Miss Mu, start scolding people? What? Unconvinced? Do you want to try again? " Lisa stood there smiling, her face full of pride.

Mu Xue'er glared furiously at Lisa. Her teeth were chattering loudly. She had suffered such grievances before, to think that she would be beaten up by a shrew in a café! How could she swallow that?

As she thought of this, a cold smile appeared on her face.

"Lisa, just you wait!" I will embarrass you! "

"Haha …" Okay, I'll wait! You're not going to look for your father, are you? I wonder if your father will be smarter than you! You idiot, I tricked you, why? Are you angry? " Lisa refused to give in, and the words were ugly.

Mu Xue'er bit her lips and dragged her broken body out of the coffee shop. She immediately checked out of the hotel and returned to the United States to move troops.

"What are you looking at? What's so good about it? " Lisa said to the person who was looking at her from the side.

After Mu Xue'er left, Lisa bought a ticket and tidied up her appearance before leaving the coffee shop.

Huo Lianqing and He Jingran 'returned with a great fortune' from the park. Huo Lianqing had never done anything like this before. She felt that it was very interesting, so she chatted with He Jingran while smiling.

"So this is how you live. Why don't you go to a bar? It will make you more profitable, make you more famous and make your life more comfortable. " Huo Lianqing pulled on He Jingran's arm and said.

"I don't like it there." He spoke faintly. Huo Lianqing was stunned for a moment. She realized that sometimes, He Jingran was cold and aloof. He didn't know where this coldness came from, but he could feel a powerful aura emitting from deep within his body.

Huo Lianqing found a part-time job at a nearby convenience store and did it for 3 or 4 hours a day to get some compensation. Although it was only a small amount, it was enough for them to live on.

Huo Lianqing started working at the convenience store, while He Jingran continued to recuperate at home. In the evening, Huo Lianqing came back with some delicious food or fresh ingredients. They would make dinner together.

Occasionally, An Bowen would still call Huo Lianqing. Huo Lianqing looked at the phone number and put it down silently.

"Who is it? Why don't you answer the phone? " He Jingran asked Huo Lianqing as he drank his soup.

"Someone I don't want to see." Huo Lianqing didn't want to think about Umbo anymore. It would be best to stay away from him. She was afraid of that feeling. It was like her soul had been dominated and she had lost her sense of self.

"People you don't want to see? Is he your relative? Or your lover? " He Jingran probed.

"None of them. They're just people who don't matter." Huo Lianqing said simply.

"Inconsequential person? Then, why are you so nervous? Did you run away from home? I really don't know if I'm right or wrong to take you in. " He Jingran said indifferently.

"No, I just wanted to take a walk." Huo Lianqing found it laughable. She had clearly saved him, but now he was acting like the owner of the clothes.

"Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? " He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with asking this question at all.

"No, nothing, I'm not married, and I don't have a boyfriend!" Huo Lianqing's emotions were a little unstable. He Jingran stopped and did not ask any further questions.

"Don't you have any relatives left? Is this where your home used to be? " Now, it was Huo Lianqing's turn to ask him a lot of personal questions. He brought every single one of them with him and answered them vaguely.

Only then did Huo Lianqing feel that there was something strange about his life. Who would live in such a house now? He must have met with something, or something happened to his family that caused him to fall into despair. Looking at him, there was a sense of nobility to him. With a wave of his hand, one could see the unrestrained manner of a rich young master.

"What did you do? Did something happen to you? A family change? Or is your company bankrupt? " Huo Lianqing asked probingly.

"Why do you ask? Do I look like that to you?

"Similar, very similar!" Huo Lianqing answered with certainty.

He Jingran didn't say anything, but his eyes were fixed on the jade pearl on Huo Lianqing's wrist. Huo Lianqing was looking at him.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at? "

"The one you're wearing, was it given to you by your mother?"

"No, someone else gave it to me." Huo Lianqing thought of the string of beads that Obo Wen had given her and thought that she should return it when she had the chance. Although this kind of priceless item might not mean much to An Bowen, Huo Lianqing could not accept it. Moreover, it seemed like it was left behind by his mother. It should be returned to him.

It was impossible for him to give himself something his mother had left him, to say that he had no interest in him at all.

"What are you thinking about?" He Jingran asked when he saw Huo Lianqing standing there stunned.

"Hmm? "No, I just remembered something."

When he returned to the villa, the entire hall was empty. Only Aunt Wang was there waiting for him as usual.

"Sir, you have returned. Shall I prepare dinner for you? " Aunt Wang asked with concern.

"No need, give me a cup of tea." Umbo sat on the sofa.

Aunt Wang was stunned for a moment. She helplessly went down to pour a cup of tea for him. He sat there, frowning as if he were thinking about something. Suddenly, he heard her voice, and he quickly pulled himself out of his trance. His wife Wang had already poured the tea and placed it in front of him.

An Bowen picked up his teacup and took a sip. It was slightly hot and the tip of his tongue felt numb.

"Don't even think about it. She's just a woman. If she doesn't want to stay by your side, then why force her?" An Bowen thought to himself. But the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became. Huo Lianqing's shadow continued to wrap around him, as if the silk inside his cocoon was becoming tighter and tighter, causing him to almost be unable to breathe.

An Bowen put down his cup and turned around to go upstairs. Aunt Wang stood in the corner watching his lonely back and sighed as she went back to her room. An Bowen walked to Huo Lianqing's room and gently pushed the door open a crack. He didn't know who it was, but he had already turned on the lemon-yellow floor lamp. The dim yellow light in the room was like a thin layer of gauze. It was as if she was still sleeping there. Her long eyelashes curled up slightly, revealing a peaceful and quiet sleeping face.

With a sigh, he closed the door to her room and went back to his. He did not turn on the lights, but cast himself out into the darkness. The darkness of this night gave him a sense of belonging.