C12

Swiftly yet at a loss, he ran under the sun. The long hair behind his head was scattered by the intense sensation of movement, as though it was a curtain. When the wind blew, his hair danced in the air.

Zhen Haolin stood up from the ground, his hand tightly holding onto Yu Ting who had fallen out of Xiang Tingxue's bag. She, this damned woman, actually dared to ignore his money and status, and had actually killed his child on the first night.

Zhen Haolin called Liu Yong into his room. With his back facing her, Zhen Haolin's cold eyes fell outside the window, waiting for Xiang Tingxue's crazy figure to return: "Send someone to follow Xiang Tingxue, if she dares to find another man, directly knock her out and bring her back."

"Yes sir!" Liu Yong replied, then used his invisible ears to inform the others to follow Xiang Tingxue.

Zhen Haolin finally saw Xiang Tingxue, his black waterfall like hair fluttering in the wind, he was extremely beautiful. He did not shift his gaze and his eyes were shining: "Let's see where she can get the money today, monitor the direction of her funds, and check her phone records. No matter what the news is, as long as it is related to her movements, report it to me."

"Yes." Liu Yong agreed again and passed the command down.

Xiang Tingxue ran out of the Windham Hotel, and two bodyguards in black suits led the way as they entered two black cars to follow them. Zhen Haolin withdrew his gaze and sat back on the sofa, picking up the magazines in his hands and flipped through them casually.

Suddenly, his eyes trembled, as if he had thought of something, and passed the magazine to Liu Yong. He smiled sinisterly: "I won't buy all the gossip in this issue of Entertainment Magazine, I'll let them write whatever they want. I want to see, it's Xiang Tingxue who is capable enough to avoid the paparazzi team. Or is it the paparazzi, who can sniff her out first? "

Xiang Tingxue had branded herself with his brand, then who in A City would dare to touch her, give her money, or hire her to work? She definitely didn't want just the 200,000. She wasn't afraid that she wouldn't take the initiative to go up to him, hmph … Slowly play, Zhen Haolin did not believe that he would not be able to force her to tell his story!

Liu Yong stepped forward and confirmed it, then took the magazine from Zhen Haolin's hand. A row of bright red words immediately appeared on the cover of the magazine: "Birthday Banquet, where did Zhen Haolin let the pigeons go? Who? "Who?"

Just as he finished reading, a clear voice came out from Liu Yong's ears, "Boss, Miss Xiang has entered Xiao Chun's hairstyle house."

When Liu Yong told Zhen Haolin of this news, he sneered, and thought to himself disapprovingly: Just leave it to me, and even dare offend me. How many women in A City do not even have the chance to help me give birth to a child, and yet she goes to buy Yu Ting instead.

Xiang Tingxue did not need to wash her hair, nor did she need to be clear-headed. She was bargaining intensely with the male owner of the hair styling room: "I have kept this hair for twelve years, its length is at least 1.4 meters. After so many years, I have always meticulously taken care of it, and have not scalded it even once before. Two thousand yuan is really a bit low. I sincerely want to sell it today, so why don't you offer a price for it? "

"The quality of your hair is good, the length is good, and the thickness is hard to find. It's precisely because all of the requirements are good that I will give you a good price, so …"

Before the shop owner could finish, Xiang Tingxue interrupted him anxiously, crying in pain, "Let's add more points, we are really waiting for the money, if not I would not have sold them off, just look at how difficult I am, and earn less, it can be considered as doing a good deed, with unlimited merit!"

The male owner stroked his buzz cut. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Then how much do you want?"

Xiang Tingxue bit her lips and mercilessly extended three of her fingers. She knew that it wouldn't be worth that much, but she had no choice, she was just short of three thousand.

The male owner laughed and shook his head, directly rejecting, "It's a little high. Last month, my North City branch store received a handful of hair, which is ten centimeters longer than yours. It only sold for two thousand five hundred centimeters."