The idiot ex-wife who dressed up as a villain

Lu Jue immediately braked to stop the car and stared closely at the young woman running on the ridge of the field not far away.

He then discovered that she was the woman who had disappeared out of thin air and whom he had been looking for for half a month.

Obviously, the injury from Bai Qingqing hitting him with the golden hoop stick half a month ago had already healed.

But the moment Lu Jue saw Bai Qingqing, he instinctively felt a chill in his lower body and a pain in his testicles.

"So you came to this suburban countryside. No wonder I couldn't find you even after searching the entire city. You're really good at hiding."

"Now let's see where you can hide. I'm going to make you know the price of hitting me and insulting me as a duck."

Lu Jue stared viciously at Bai Qingqing who was not far away and said this. Just as he was about to start the car, he saw Bai Qingqing stop and pull a piece of grass.

Then Bai Qingqing took the grass and said to a man standing on the road in front of her with a smile: "Lu Chenfeng, look, this is it."

"There are several of these plants here. We are lucky today. Wait for me a moment and I will pick them all."

"Don't come here! Just stand here and wait for me. The wound on your head hasn't healed yet. If you go down to the grass now, you will most likely be contaminated by the grass smell, and your wound will heal more slowly!"

Lu Jue looked at the smile on Bai Qingqing's face and recalled how fierce she was when facing him half a month ago.

I suddenly felt very unconvinced.

Why didn't she smile at herself but at him?

Lu Jue looked at the man standing on the side of the road and his expression became even uglier.

Because Lu Jue found that the man's face was more handsome than her own, and his facial features were more delicate than hers.

He is more handsome than me.

He was ten centimeters taller than me, and he was wearing flat slippers.

His figure was also more stylish and upright than her own. Both the proportions and shape of that man's figure looked as perfect as those of professional models.

For a moment, Lu Jue couldn't find any way in which he was better than the man on the street.

Just think about the fact that Zhou Linsheng's son is taller, more handsome, and has a better figure than me, after all, he is the son of the richest man in the province.

But who is he?

How come he is better than me in every aspect?

Even the girl he likes likes him.

The more Lu Jue thought about it, the angrier he became, and he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

Looking at the steering wheel in his hand, Lu Jue suddenly realized that he was richer and more powerful than him!

Although his clothes looked good, the low-quality slippers he was wearing were only three dollars a pair from a street stall, and his pants looked very cheap.

Lu Jue felt that he must be a pauper, the kind of pauper with all four of his pockets empty and a bank card balance of no more than four digits.

Anyone his age who has a little money wouldn't wear the kind of rubbish, cheap shoes he wears.

Besides, if he had money.

How could that woman wear such cheap and tacky street stall goods, and carry such a cheap bag that no one would want even if she gave it away for a few dozen dollars?

A man with a little bit of ability would not let his woman dress so shabby and shabby!

Almost like a beggar.

Lu Jue quickly analyzed the situation in his mind and felt that the man on the roadside ahead was a pauper.

They are all paupers now, so naturally they don't have any connections or anything like that.

Otherwise he wouldn't be a pauper.

Lu Jue quickly looked around and found that there was no one else nearby except the two people in front of him, and there were no surveillance cameras.