Cheng Qing looked unhappy and flushed. He paced back and forth for two steps, turned around and rushed into the office, shouting loudly with Wang Chongtian:

"Wang Chongtian! Don't take yourself too seriously!"

…

I walked out the door, sadness welling up in my heart.

Wang Chongtian's words seemed to unfold the scene in front of me:

A miserable father who had been devastated by the storm knelt down to a stranger of his own age, asking not to embarrass his son.

It turns out that the one hundred thousand check on the bedside was not Wang Chongtian's compassionate heart, but the gold from Xiao Se's father's knees.

The wind blew gently.

Wang Chenyu sat on the steps at the entrance of the base, holding his knees with his hands and his eyes full of confusion.

I walked over and sat down next to him.

I asked: "Why do you want to play professionally?"

He replied: "You lied to me."

"Haha, I'm not joking, I'm asking you sincerely."

Wang Chenyu looked at the passing vehicles and smiled: "It's good to have companions."

The people coming and going in front of me are just for the word "profit". In the final analysis, "companion" is nothing more than mutual use.

If it were me in the past, I might still think this way.

"If you fight hard, you must advance to Ti." Wang Chenyu added.

I smiled and nodded.

He clasped his hands tightly and looked a little cold.

I picked up the phone and made a call.

"Hello? Xiao Se, what's going on?"
Chapter completed!