The man in the car is not a good person.
Meng Lanting did not look back, but he felt that two eyes behind him were staring at him.
She suddenly felt a little uneasy and hurriedly quickened her pace.
Just then, a coachman pulled an empty carriage and ran from the opposite direction to solicit business from her.
Meng Lanting didn't even ask about the price.
He hurriedly got on the bus and asked the driver to take him to Zhihua University.
"I have something urgent, please hurry up."
The driver responded, pulled up the rickshaw, turned around and started running quickly.
Before Meng Lanting could sit firmly, there was a roar of a car engine behind him.
The black car sped up from behind and the front of the car swerved suddenly.
"squeak" Accompanied by a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground, the vehicle body swung sideways and the rickshaw's roof died on the side of the road.
A pool of snow, water and sludge on the ground splashed up onto Meng Lanting's trousers.
The driver was even more startled and stopped suddenly.
Meng Lanting's body swayed.
With a "pop" sound, the pastry bag placed on the side of the seat slipped down and fell into the mud puddle on the ground.
"I blinded you for nothing" The driver looked up in shock.
The driver of the car was a young man who looked like a young man.
He was in his early twenties.
He was very handsome, but his face was a bit ugly.
He put his hands on the steering wheel and stared at the young lady he was pulling.
The driver was stunned and guessed it immediately.
I'm afraid it's intentional, to find trouble with this young lady.
Knowing that he couldn't afford to offend her, the coachman swallowed back the curse words, turned to Meng Lanting, and said with a smile: "Miss, please do your best, come down, I won't pull you anymore."
Meng Lanting got down from the rickshaw silently.
The driver picked up the empty cart and ran away quickly.
"Tell me how much you want" Feng Kezhi said directly.
Meng Lanting turned around, glanced at Lao Yan who was catching up here, hesitated, and said, "I just said, I don't want to sell."
Feng Kezhi got off the car, walked around to Meng Lanting, and stopped.
His eyes fell on Meng Lanting's face, and their eyes briefly met.
"Stop showing off your arrogance in front of me.
If I want to buy something, you have to sell it the best.
Even if you don't want to sell it, you have to sell it."
He turned around and took out a stack of brand-new green notes with the central bank's waistband from a hidden drawer of the car.
They were all hundred-yuan bills.
He took them out and put them one by one into Meng Lanting's coat pocket. plug.
"Look clearly, dollar bills."
“Is it enough?”
“Is it enough?”
Meng Lanting froze.
For the first time in my life, I met such a person.
When they looked at each other so close just now, for the first time, a complimentary word about the young king that had been written in an old book suddenly appeared in her mind.
The so-called "different appearance and heroic spirit" is probably just like this.
But soon, this feeling disappeared.
The young man in front of him, the look in his raised eyebrows, was so arrogant and arrogant.
The smell of lingering cigarette smoke on his body and the faint layer of red bloodshot eyes that have not dissipated are even more reminiscent of the word "indulgence."
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Feng Kezhi stuffed seven or eight pictures in one breath and stopped.
“Not enough” His eyes swept down from her face, to her breasts, waist and hips hidden by the old tweed coat, to her legs covered in corduroy pants speckled with mud, and finally fell back to He reached her face, raised the stack of money, and shook it towards her face.
The paper made a soft, sweet swishing sound that is characteristic of new banknotes.
"Honestly, for someone like you, let alone a handful of hair, I wouldn't have needed so much to buy you."
He curled his lips and put all the remaining money into Meng Lanting's pocket.
After speaking, he turned around and said to Lao Yan who had already run up: "Get the scissors."
His tone was commanding.
Lao Yan could tell that this girl didn't want to sell her hair.
But Ninth Young Master's temper has always been strong since he was young.
He must get his hands on anyone he likes, and he knows it even more.
He glanced at the corner of a whole stack of green tickets exposed in the lady's coat pocket, and thought that even if he didn't want to, it wouldn't be considered a loss.
Not only did he not suffer a loss, he also made a fortune.
I borrowed a pair of scissors from Rongji and brought them back.
"Cut it for me" Lao Yan sighed, picked up the scissors and came behind Meng Lanting.
The blood all over Meng Lanting's body was rushing through his veins.
In such a cold weather, she felt hot all over.
There seemed to be countless thin needles like cow hair under the skin, pricking him.
Her grandfather was a Jinshi, served as governor and governor, advocated Westernization, and donated embassy to the important position of military minister.
Although his lifelong hard work could not change the situation and change the end of the Doomsday Dynasty, he lived an honest and upright life.
After his death, he was given the posthumous title of Duke Wenjing and his reputation remained intact.
Although her father farmed in Nanshan, he was still poor and docile and accomplished in academics.
From the time she can remember, no one in the village disrespects the Meng ancestral hall.
Although the world has changed, she has never enjoyed a day of wealth since she was a child, but she never thought that one day, she would be so humiliated.
She really wanted to slap the stack of money she put in her pocket back on the face opposite her.
But life has already taught her a truth.
Don't twist your arms with your thighs.
The purpose of her coming to Shanghai was to find her brother, not to offend this kind of local snake who didn't know what she would do if she went crazy.
She stood motionless, as stiff as a stone statue.
"Girl, I cut it."
Lao Yan muttered and made several gestures with the scissors, hesitating as if he couldn't make the move.
Feng Kezhi glanced at Meng Lanting from the corner of his eyes, pushed Lao Yan away, turned behind her, and grabbed the braided hair.
The tentacles were cool and slippery, soft as silk.
This feeling seems to be close to the palm of the hand, along the touch nerves, and is instantly transmitted to every end of the center.
Feng Kezhi's arm paused, his fingers subconsciously tightened, and he pinched.
The two of them were extremely close.
Her face was pale, her dark eyelashes were trembling slightly, and the small piece of milky-white skin on the side of her neck exposed behind her earlobes had tiny goosebumps popping up one after another at a speed visible to the naked eye. .
He could see it clearly, and suddenly he felt a sense of pleasure that he had not felt for a long time, and his whole body felt comfortable.
But it's not enough.
He stared at the girl's profile with delicate lines in front of his eyes, and picked up the scissors in Lao Yan's hand.
As if deliberately, the sharp steel blade slowly cut and twisted the soft hair held firmly in his hand.
Passers-by passed back and forth and kept turning back.
Old Rongtou and the waiter looked at this from a distance, but no one came close.
The black hair was broken in bunches.
Meng Lanting closed his eyes.
After what seemed like an eternity, a final click sounded in her ears.
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The long hair is cut down to the neck.
Feng Kezhi threw the scissors and braided hair into Lao Yan's hands, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and left.
Lao Yan pressed down the pile of money exposed outside Meng Lanting's pocket and reminded in a low voice: "Girl, you have made a fortune.
Keep it away and don't let anyone notice you."
After saying that, he hurriedly chased after her. .
Meng Lanting stopped for a while, turned around, took steps, and continued walking forward.
All the anger was quickly blown away by the biting cold wind.
Only the sad and helpless feeling of being humiliated for no reason but unable to resist slowly filled her heart.
Both his parents died one after another, and the life and death of his only younger brother are also uncertain.
There were so many people in the world, but she had no one to rely on.
She has no right to be weak.
What's more, if the person he met just now was a little bit worse, what could he do?
Now it's just a loss of hair, so you should be happy.
But his eyes couldn't help but slowly turn red.
The cold wind blew, and her face felt clammy.
Passers-by walked across the street and cast surprised glances.
Meng Lanting felt ashamed, stopped, lowered his head to the wall, and was wiping away tears.
Suddenly, the sound of a car approaching came from behind, and it sounded familiar to his ears.
Her heart skipped a beat and she turned back sharply.
Sure enough, the black car caught up with him again and stopped with a squeak.
The face she didn't want to see again poked out of the car window, with a look of disgust on his face.
Meng Lanting hurriedly turned his head and quickly wiped away the remaining tears on his face.
The man stared at her: "Do you know who I am?
Go and ask.
Who in Shanghai doesn't know me, Feng Kezhi?"
"I like this hair of yours, it's to give you face, do you know?"
"Why don't I just cut your hair?
It's like my parents died.
It's so fucking unlucky for me today.
Don't let me see you again in the future."
He raised his hand and threw the strand of hair that he had cut off her body from the car window, throwing it at her feet.
He drove away without looking at her again.
Meng Lanting couldn't care less about the words coming out of his mouth.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at the car whizzing away in surprise, her heart beating almost out of her chest.
Feng Kezhi Such a coincidence, could this person be the son of the Feng family, Feng Kezhi?
When it was dark, Meng Lanting finally stood at the door of Zhihua University.
It was already the annual holiday, and the huge campus was deserted except for the security workers at the door.
Professor Zhou's name is known to everyone in the school.
After he was hired to chair the mathematics department, he and his wife have been living in the school's staff dormitory.
Before Meng Lanting came, she had confirmed by telegram with Professor Zhou, and the reply said that he and his wife would also stay at the school during the annual vacation, so that she could come with peace of mind.
Surprisingly, when the worker heard her asking Professor Zhou, he said that the couple had left school in a hurry and returned to their hometown for a funeral a few days ago.
Meng Lanting stood there, looking at the dark campus, feeling at a loss.
The worker added: "But before Mr.
Zhou left, he specifically told him that if a Miss Meng came to see him, he asked me to tell Mr.
Xi.
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He’s here for now.
Miss Meng, please wait.”
Meng Lanting finally felt relieved.
The workers let him into a small room, where he sat and waited under a dim electric light.
She didn't wait long.
Soon, she heard the sound of footsteps outside.
She quickly looked up and saw the door being pushed open and a man wearing a long gown came in.
The other party, who was twenty-seven or eighty years old, had clear eyes and was covered in books.
He looked at Meng Lanting and said with a smile: "You are Miss Meng's surname is Xi and your name is Songzhou.
You are Mr.
Zhou's junior, and you are also fortunate to work together here.
Mr.
Zhou Before leaving, tell me to tell you that he will come back after the new year and that Miss Meng will live in peace."
The worker seemed to respect him very much and felt sorry for his too brief self-introduction.
He hurriedly interjected: "Miss Meng, you can go with Mr.
Xi.
Mr.
Xi is a specially appointed professor of the Department of Economics of our school.
Mr.
Zhou said that you will meet in the next few days.
Arrived, Mr.
Xi was afraid of missing out, so he stayed in school to wait for you. " Meng Lanting was a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, the person Uncle Zhou asked to receive him was so young and he was so caring.
He stood up hastily.
"Please wait for me.
I'm troubling you."
The man said: "You're welcome.
It's an honor for me to receive the young lady of the Meng family.
I have always admired the famous ministers of my ancestors, Duke Wen Jing."
He looked at Meng Lanting for a moment, and his eyes briefly paused on her short hair, which was cut unevenly like a dog gnawing, and passed over.
"Ms.
Meng has come a long way and must be tired.
Why don't I take you to rest first?"
Meng Lanting knew how strange he looked now, but his mood was really confusing, he was cold and tired, and he had no time to care about how he looked.
Since the other party was entrusted by Uncle Zhou to receive her, she stopped being polite and smiled and nodded: "Thank you then." gd1806102: