Wang Hu was completely unaware of the conversation between Yu Lili and her parents after he left. However, just from the strange looks her parents gave her, Wang Hu could vaguely sense that Yu Lili was probably having a hard time.

Wang Hu leisurely got into the car and slowly drove out of the luxurious villa area. As the car moved smoothly, he glanced at the rearview mirror and was surprised to find that his hair had grown considerably longer. He subconsciously reached out his right hand and casually ran his fingers through it a few times.

Thinking about it carefully, more than a month had passed since his rebirth, so it was only natural that his hair would grow longer. Just then, the car arrived at the entrance of Fuchun Community. Gazing at the familiar streets and buildings, Wang Hu's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the bits and pieces that had happened here before.

In particular, the charming proprietress in her tulle dress left a deep impression on Wang Hu. If it weren't for the note she secretly slipped him that day and gave him some kind of hint, Wang Hu estimated that he probably wouldn't have had the courage to confess his feelings to Chen Linlin that night.

Thinking of this, Wang Hu gently applied the brakes and parked the car steadily in a suitable parking space by the roadside. It was around one or two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, bringing a touch of warmth to people, and the entire square was empty, with hardly a soul in sight.

After all, this place is usually only bustling with people in the evening after get off work or in the early morning when everyone is rushing to work.

Wang Hu opened the car door and headed straight for the barbershop he remembered. Just as he stepped inside, a crisp, pleasant sound of the door opening reached Zhao Meiling, who was napping on the sofa. She instantly opened her eyes, quickly stood up, and greeted him with a professional smile, "Welcome!"

Looking up, she saw it was Wang Hu. The slight smile that had been on Zhao Meiling's face vanished instantly, like a frostbitten eggplant. Before this, she had never mustered the courage in her life to pass a note to a man, hoping for even a few words of response, but it had all disappeared without a trace.

It's said that women are the most emotional creatures, and once they get angry, nothing can stop them. Right now, Zhao Meiling is sitting on the sofa, her face tense, and she coldly says, "Get out! I'm not doing business with you here!"

Wang Hu's steps faltered as he entered the room. His gaze fell upon Zhao Meiling's face, contorted with anger yet possessing a unique charm, and a strange sense of beauty welled up within him. Without hesitation, he strode over to Zhao Meiling, plopped down beside her, and asked softly, "Meiling, what's wrong? Are you angry because I didn't call you?"

Hearing that Wang Hu actually remembered her name, Zhao Meiling felt a surge of joy, but she still retorted, "Hmph, this is the first time I've ever given someone my phone number, and what happened? I waited eagerly, only to be met with nothing. Maybe you've already completely forgotten about me!"

Strangely enough, although the two had only met twice, the atmosphere and feeling of their conversation was like that of long-time friends reuniting, without any sense of awkwardness. Seeing Zhao Meiling turn her body to the side in a huff, Wang Hu reached out and gently turned her body back around.

Wang Hu stared intently into her bright and captivating eyes, and said affectionately, "Sister Meiling is so naturally beautiful and charming, how could I easily forget her? That's why I couldn't wait to come and visit you as soon as I had some free time!"

Zhao Meiling playfully slapped away his restless hand, feigning disgust, and replied irritably, "Go away, stop touching me! Tell me honestly, what brings you all this way here today?"

Wang Hu chuckled, revealing a set of clean, white teeth, and replied with a fawning expression, "Oh, of course I missed your beautiful face, so I came here specifically to take a look. I also wanted you to fix my hair and style it for me."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Meiling was immediately enraged. Her eyebrows shot up, and she angrily rebuked, "Hmph! I knew you wouldn't have come all the way here if you didn't have something important to do! You keep saying you're here to visit me, but I think you just want a haircut. Get out of here right now, I'm not doing business with you today!"

Seeing this, Wang Hu hurriedly reached out and grabbed her soft hand, which was about to push him away, and held it tightly, refusing to let go. He explained urgently, "Sister Meiling, please don't misunderstand! I swear to God, I really only came here to see you."

Feeling her hand firmly held in his grasp, Zhao Meiling's pretty face instantly flushed with a shy blush, as alluring as a ripe apple. She lowered her head slightly and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Unless...unless you can still clearly remember my phone number!"

It's worth noting that Wang Hu's memory is now practically superhuman; he naturally has Zhao Meiling's phone number memorized perfectly and can recite it backwards.

Wang Hu's bright eyes darted around, and a sly smile appeared on his face as he said, "Hehe, I'll have to remember your phone number. But besides giving me a haircut, you have to agree to one small condition."

Standing to the side, Zhao Meiling thought to herself, "This guy probably lost the note with my phone number on it a long time ago, how could he possibly remember it?" So, she replied with some skepticism, "Okay, then tell me what the conditions are?"

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