reigning king

"Lon, how are you doing?"

"The symptoms of insomnia have been relieved a lot, but I still have dreams."

"What was the dream about?"

"I can't remember clearly, but I keep dreaming about the bottom of the sea repeatedly. I can see corals, but the rest is pitch black." Huo Lang seemed to be having a headache and rubbed his temples. He couldn't remember many things slowly. It took too long. , He even almost forgot that he was a model and actor.

"Well, go back and relax, do as I say, that's all for today."

"Okay, thank you Dr. Smith."

"Goodbye."

Huo Lang opened the door and walked out of the clinic. This is his third year in the United States. He co-founded a Chinese restaurant in San Francisco’s Chinatown. In fact, he doesn’t know how to cook. It's good, but every week he has to go to Smith for psychological counseling and treatment. When he leaves the clinic, he feels that the sun is a bit dazzling.

In the past three years in the United States, his life has been peaceful and uneventful, even a little tanned. If he returns to China, no one will recognize him. He walks on the street, buys some ingredients from the market, drives a A dilapidated minivan drove into his restaurant.

"Lon, you're here."

The blond-haired and blue-eyed Sarah and the black guy Herbert are Holland's partners. The two of them will get married next year. They have a very good relationship. It is because of the help of these two friends that Holland has gained a foothold in the United States. I don't know why. Huo Lang's appearance is actually very popular in San Francisco, especially some black girls like him very much, and they come to their restaurant to eat to see Huo Lang.

Of course, Huo Lang doesn't have any intention of dating now, he just refused politely and friendlyly. Their restaurant is a standard Chinese restaurant. The decoration style is decided by Huo Lang. The menu and dishes are also studied by Huo Lang. I have to say that in the past six months Come on, their restaurant business is booming, even white-collar elites from some office buildings will come to them for lunch.

"The dishes are here!"

Huo Lang is very busy in the restaurant, and Huo Lang also enjoys this kind of life. His mental state is much better now than before he came here, and he often has a bright smile on his face, as if he has returned to the old days. He likes With such an ordinary and fulfilling life, he lives upstairs from the restaurant. As long as he starts working, he must be the first to wake up. Everyone praises Huo Lang for his hard work.

Yan Can couldn't believe his eyes. He followed that man from the door of the clinic. He always thought that he would never meet Huo Lang again. He was much stronger and darker, but he looked even stronger. He is healthy, his wheat-colored skin is glowing with oil, and he wears a blue cloth turban on his head, which is completely different from his previous attire.

He drove the car and followed the broken van. He was visiting his parents today, and his parents lived near Chinatown. He didn't expect to see a familiar figure walking past the car. He didn't even dare to recognize him, and followed The broken van walked the streets and alleys, and finally saw the young man in the blue cloth carrying boxes of vegetables into the restaurant.

He parked the car by the side of the road and hurriedly crossed the road to follow.

"welcome."

Huo Lang was still cleaning the table with his head down. He just heard the bell ringing at the door, and he repeated it mechanically. Unexpectedly, the door was not closed, and the guest stood where he was, with a fiery look shooting at him.

Seeing that Sarah didn't go up to greet the guests, he raised his head and looked at the door—

He dilated his pupils in shock, and the man in front of him who looked like an elite in a dark blue suit raised the corners of his mouth slightly:

"This time, I won't let you escape from me again."

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