He Rijun coming again

As the bus climbed the hill slowly, Luo Zhiwen's heart rose and fell.

"Like Sydney?" Dipper reached out and opened the window.

"It's okay." He tugged on his mask in a concealed manner, and what he was thinking of was not the scenery of Sydney, but another person who should have broken up the relationship with him long ago.

"It's actually not that obvious."

"Ok?"

"Sorry, I meant the..." on your face

"Ah, it's fine." Luo Zhiwen smiled, "I'm used to it."

The birthmark on his face made his life not very smooth, but it also indirectly made him see the hypocrisy of many people.

"It's really not obvious." Dipper said sincerely, "If you don't take off your mask, I definitely won't find it."

Luo Zhi was slightly taken aback when he heard the words.

He remembered that when he was in China before, the marks on his face seemed to have faded a little. He was flying these days and didn't have time to look in the mirror carefully. Could it be that there is really a tendency for improvement?

He forgot about Feng Qingzhu all of a sudden, pulled out his phone camera, and secretly watched it.

The red marks around the eyes have faded. As Dipper said, wearing a mask, if you don't look closely, you can't tell that there was a birthmark there.

"Don't worry too much about it." Dipper's voice cut in at the right time, "It's almost the stop, I pressed the stop button, and I'm ready to get off."

They both had to change trains at Circular Quay, and the location Feng Qingzhu had sent before was also nearby.

Luo Zhiwen felt worried again.

Let's meet, they are a couple who hate each other and have nothing to say.

Don't touch it, to be honest, he still feels a little uncomfortable.

After all, the divorce agreement was put there, no matter what kind of thoughts Feng Qingzhu had in chasing after Australia, the matter between them had to be settled.

A monk can run away, but a temple cannot. Even if he runs to the ends of the earth, he cannot escape the curse of marriage.

Luo Zhiwen got off the car with a headache, and was helped by Dipper because he couldn't stand firmly.

"Thank you."

"Aren't you here for a stroll?" Dipper pointed to the opera house not far away, "It's all here."

Luo Zhiwen shook his head: "There are still some things to deal with."

"Are you going to find the person who just sent you the location?"

He frowned sharply.

"No offense, I just happened to see it." Dipper didn't seem to be annoyed by people's self-consciousness. He leaned against the railing by the sea and said to himself, "When you break it, you break it. The longer you procrastinate, the more you can't let go of some feelings."

Luo Zhiwen took out his phone and looked at the time, his attitude became quite cold: "I will take care of these things myself. Let's bid farewell here."

"Are you leaving?" Dipper took off his sunglasses and asked seriously.

In all fairness, as a popular idol, Dipper still has capital, if Luo Zhiwen is not in a hurry, maybe he can sincerely praise him for being handsome.

Maybe it was born wrong.

Luo Zhiwen thought to himself, no matter how friendly Dipper behaved, it would be difficult for him to have a deep friendship with the other party.

However, Dipper obviously didn't think so, and even snatched Luo Zhiwen's cell phone.

"My WeChat," Dipper smiled extravagantly, "I need to contact you."

He laughed angrily: "Does anyone leave your contact information like this?"

"Isn't there already?"

"Aren't you a celebrity?" Luo Zhiwen felt even more troubled, "Just leave the contact information to me, is it alright?"

Dipper put his hands in his trouser pockets, took a step forward, and blinked meaningfully: "Maybe, we can get in touch again on other matters. Are you right?"

Luo Zhiwen's brows twitched slightly, remembering his identity as a lyricist, he swallowed the words again.

On a certain level, what Dipper said made sense, but Luo Zhiwen didn't want to expose "Zhao"'s identity.

At the same time that Luo Zhiwen was snatched away by Dipper, Feng Qingzhu stood under the awning at the port, pinching the phone and turning black with anger.

He added Luo Zhiwen's friends countless times, but was rejected. That young man was able to scan the QR code with Luo Zhiwen's mobile phone.

Such a comparison, for a real husband, is not an ordinary blow.

No wonder they want to come to Australia, Feng Qingzhu thought, so there are people outside.

He began to regret his impulsive travel to Sydney to find someone.

How could his Ah Wen be with other men?

Luo Zhiwen must not be Arwen.