God of Life

Step into the luxurious lobby of Dongyuan International and immediately welcome beautiful women to bow with enthusiasm.

As a local five-star hotel in the mining province, Dongyuan International doesn't actually have an audited license plate, it holds the five-star card of the tourist entrance --

Simply put, it's a fake five-star.

But in terms of hardware, not only is it worse than Dido's, but it's even slightly better.

Of course, the software can't compare, the big banner drums are very good at hot scenes, everything else is butt.

Beautiful women welcome a cheongsam with slits high and splits high, clicking a bow, revealing scenery dare to write a word to be deleted, exaggerated.

Wang Yan didn't even look at it. He thought it was air.

90 points girls don't have a good day, bad luck even got a name, 80 points don't make a fuss...

Liu Weilong looked at him unconsciously, but his arrogance remained unchanged.

Juvenile firepower, very normal.

But Yu Qiuli just turned back to say something. At first glance at Liu Weilong's lustful eyes, he was a little unhappy.

“Huh!”

An unintelligible smile suddenly speeds up footsteps.

“Cough! ”

Liu Weilong was a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and followed him.

When waiting for the elevator, Yu Qiuli obviously did not have the pleasure of chatting. Liu Weilong obstructed Wang Yan, and it was not easy to explain anything.

The atmosphere suddenly becomes strange.

Huh?

Are you in the way?

Wang Yan realized the problem and was happy at once.

Well, just to get in the way, if you're not happy, you're happy!

Several times, Liu Weilong looked at Wang Yan and stopped wanting to talk.

If it were true, it would not be a good word, but Liu Weilong looked very restrained in front of Qiu Li.

Come on, lad, there's still some in the capital!

The three accompanied each other to the Presidential Suite on the 20th floor, during which Liu Weilong had been snooping at Qiuli.

I don't want to laugh.

Relax, Wang Yan smashed 10,000 small pieces of money at random and probed Yu Qiuli's information.

[Yu Qiuli, 19 years old, face value 90, body 95, special 92]

Yo?!

The score is exaggerated?!

Wang Yan was somewhat surprised.

Yu Qiuli is a typical feminine figure with peach blossom eyes, powdery cheeks, slightly larger mouth and thick lips with angles.

Because Wang Yan doesn't eat this look, he likes it instead. I'm afraid it won't be 95 +.

But the standards of stature and special sub-criteria have been fairly uniform for men since ancient times, be they western or eastern.

So the girl's composite score, that's pretty high.

No wonder you can turn the great old books upside down.

And what happened to Liu Weilong... God knows.

Dongyuan International's presidential suite stood in front of two waitresses and a beautiful young woman, not knowing whether she was a housekeeper or so-called "life secretary”.

Huh?

Why a life secretary?

Wang Yan doesn't understand and says he doesn't want to understand.

The young woman was beautiful and charming, but against Qiu Li, she was brutally hung.

Body, skin, youth, vitality, all are not one level.

Pushing through the doors of the Presidential Suite, there was an immediate and loud noise.

“Wailong, come on, come on! ”

“Sergeant, you're finally here. What's the matter, it's late? ”

“Wow, big girl, give me a hug! ”

“Fuck off! The squad leader belongs to everyone! ”

Yu Qiuli scolded: “Get out of the way, a bunch of serpents are sick! ”

In a short moment, Yu Qiuli and Liu Weilong merged into the crowd and formed a relationship with their respective circles.

Wang Yan landed at the end of the day and stood at the entrance of the living room for a moment, watching carefully the situation in the room.

The carpet in the main hall is surrounded by five people, three in the pit owners, and two looking lively.

Around the tea table in the tourist area, Zhang Yin, Wang Yonglei and other sand sculptures are fried with gold flowers, about five or six boys and two girls.

There was a mahjong machine in the room and three men and one woman were playing mahjong.

A small bar in front of the window, a few girls chatting.

A common holiday get-together, actually gathered more than 20 classmates, Gujia books, Yu Qiuli, Liu Weilong's calling power is quite acceptable.

However, not many of the brothers familiar with Wang Yan, Zhang Yin, Wang Yonglei, and only four or five students attended Wang Yansheng's school banquet.

Wang Yan looked at the kung fu, and Gujia shouted and greeted him.

“Shit! Wang Er, what are you taking?! Haven't seen you in a month and a half, you've turned into a handsome guy?! ”

The handsome ratio is not as good as, 79 points of face value, which is at least one big level worse than Song Chen, my brother-in-law who slept with me.

As for why it's 79... don't ask.

Wang Yan and Gujia book hug each other, simple and simple words: “Long time no see, how have things been lately? ”

“Eh...”

Big head unwittingly stuck and glanced at Qiu Li with an oblique eye.

“Everything is fine in school...”

Hey, does that mean it's bad out of school?

Since the last party, it seems like you and Yu Qiu Li have made a lot of progress?

How did that happen?

Too straight?

Wang Yan smiled in his heart, but didn't answer. The relationship didn't reach that level. It's not appropriate to say anything.

Gujia's voice directly brought Wang Yan to the attention of many people. His gaze was full of surprise and confusion, as if he were asking: Who is that? Classmates?

Can't recognize it should be.

Two months have passed since Liu Weilong's promotion feast, Wang Yan's face value jumped from more than 60 points to 79, his height grew by 5 cm, his temperament is calm and mature, and it is a change.

The part of the students who attended Wang Yansheng's school banquet was okay. It was somewhat of a buffer, and it matched the number.

Those classmates who haven't met in a long time may not even remember Wang Yan's original appearance. How can they recognize a new image?

The idle girls began to whisper.

“Who's that? Do you have an impression? ”

“Wang? Does our class have a nickname for this guy? ”

“Wang Yan! ”

“Uh... who is it? ”

“I fainted! He's the one who's been with Zhang Yin a lot! ”

“Ah... I don't seem to have had much contact...”

“My God, is Wang Yan changing too much?! It's very ordinary! ”

“Just starting to grow? ”

“I don't even remember what it looked like... which one of you has a photo? ”

“You wait for me to flip the album. ”

A bunch of girls suddenly stopped talking about cosmetics and college students and started digging hard.

In a class that I thought I was familiar with, all of a sudden a man who looked glorious could not help but be curious.

Yu Qiuli went around to say hello to everyone and went back to the girl's side, and they couldn't let her go.

“Hey, Chili, are you familiar with Wang Yan? ”

Yu Qiuli looked back and looked at Wang Yan, who was walking quietly to the crowd. The teenager deliberately relaxed his shoulder and neck spine. He didn't look that expensive, but there was still a casual, natural and handsome smell.

Huh?

Looking at the back shadow, he's even prettier than the front!

Yu Qiu Li lifted her hair, retracted her complex eyes and nodded her head.

“Sort of. Why? ”

“Nothing, just suddenly discovered a brilliant classmate, a lot of people didn't even remember, so I was curious. ”

Yu Qiuli smiled dumbly: “Zheng Hong knew her, she was at Wang Yansheng's school banquet. Why didn't you ask her? ”

Zheng Hong was embarrassed to shake his head: “I'm really not familiar. Last time I thought you'd all go, I just kept up the fun. Anyway, the courtesan will come back after a circle...”

Yu Qiuli suddenly remembered, as if, Wang Yan three years of high school, really no acquaintance female classmate?

If it's a good relationship, maybe you're the only one?

Oh, what a miserable man...

The emotion that arose from the subconscious was a little mockery, but when Wang Yan suddenly thought about what he was wearing today, that feeling of superiority was abrogated.

It's a big non-basic...

What's going on?

Just thinking about it, Xiaomi suddenly asked, “Hey, does Wang Yan seem to be wearing something cheap? What's home for? Does anybody know? ”

Due to its peculiarities, the drum corner city is flooded with luxury cars on the street, and the shopping mall is full of leading brands. Girls know more about luxury goods than normal local markets.

Soon after, a few girls pulled the brand off Wang Yan, but didn't recognize the watch.

“Dizziness, isn't Wang Yan a rural child waiting to be demolished down there? What, did you take it off? ”

“The lower water has not been dismantled yet, my dad said it's choking enough at the end of this year, we have to start next spring. ”

“There's another way around the house! ”

“Tsk, you can't hide...”

“Who says no? High school has been muffled for three years. Emotions are mine again. ”

“In addition to Gujia Book, Liu Weilong and He Meng, we have dug up three more generations in the last year. Wow, Tiger Tiger Dragon! ”

Zheng Hong's eyes were shallow and his mouth lifted: “Not necessarily! Wang Yan's promotion banquet went to see his parents and relatives, they are typical small farmers, how can it not be like doing big business..."

The rest of the girls jumped right out to rebut.

“Most of our drummer millionaires are farmers! ”

“Where does the word" ho "come from? Soil and riches, exclusive to the owner of the mine! ”

“Isn't Zhang Lihua more earthy? Until now, the households are rural. Who would have thought there were four mines in the house? ”

Yu Qiuli frowned and his subconscious began to recall Wang Yan's performance. I couldn't think of any dirt.

If you think about it further away, it will still be generous and cheerful at the promotion banquet.

Keep thinking about it. Four months ago, the impression of high school was blurred. It felt a little off the charts, but it seemed the same.

People's memories can be easily covered by what they see now, especially those little things that are not impressive enough.

Yu Qiu Li remembered a little. She beautified Wang Yan from high school. She felt that Wang Yan had some very special temperament at that time, but it was not as obvious as it is today.

After a long discussion, Wang Yan's family was quite rich and discreet, so it was inexplicably accepted as a consensus by all.

Isn't that wonderful?

In this way, humanity is always willing to believe in “facts” that one can understand and to proactively refine inferences based on one's own experience.

The Buddhist family is called the visual impairment, and cognitive psychology is called the logical extension of the conceptual model after curing, which is essentially similar.

Wang Yan came to a reunion, did nothing, and got an unexpected gain, but he didn't even think about it.

At this moment, Young Master himself is standing by quietly.

“They're all classmates. Whatever you want to play, go talk to them yourself, drink anything at the bar. You're welcome! ”

Ancient Jia Shu chilled and threw Wang Yan back to fight the landlord.

A few familiar friends, such as Wang Yonglei and Zhang Yin, were playing hot, didn't notice Wang Yan, so, for a while, no one even cared about the new handsome man's trench.

Wang Yanzhou walked past, sat quietly beside him, and turned on observation mode.

Fraudulent Golden Flower is a national gambling game, the drum horn is very windy, so many people are fun and able to play.

Of course, classmates get together, it's not much of a game, a $1 base bet, winning or losing is just a few hundred dollars, just an entertainment.

Most of the students who came to the party today had a good family situation, so they had a rough time. Zhang Yin and Wang Yonglei mixed inside and looked particularly eye-catching.

Everyone's eyes were closed, they lost their hip-hop cards, but the two cargo played with fear and sweat, from time to time they were damaged by two sentences.

Losing another round, Wang Yonglei gasped and leaned on the couch, finally discovering Wang Yan.

“Shit, Wang, when did you get here? ”

“Just arrived. ”

Zhang Yin's passionate summons: “Come on, get it up! What are you doing? ”

Wang Yan waved quickly: “No, you guys play. I think it's fun. ”

It's not embarrassing to take a breath and sweep the bets across the table and play with you.

Two more men persuaded, watching everyone's enthusiasm was high, Wang Yan had to retreat: “I went to see them play mahjong, I really can't play poker. ”

Turning around, Wang Dazhao's eyes suddenly lit up.

The two items on the mahjong table are in trouble with Wang Yan.

At Liu Weilong's birthday banquet, it was those two calves who kept talking and squeezing, and eventually threw up Wang Yan.

It's not much, but it's a bad nature. Wang Yan always remembers the revenge. He hates them more than he hates Liu Weilong.

Hey, later at dinner, you guys put your positions on and spray it!

Major Wang wasn't going to press them with money, too LOW.

If you lose in the tavern, the real knife gun wins back. Anyway, as long as no one pulls the skewer, with Wang Yan's current volume, you can defeat the other two back and forth.

Interesting day...

I can't wait to see how much fewer people are in the mood.

It's so funny to see that there are enemies who can smoke.

Next, just be patient and wait for dinner.

Wang Yanton sensed the city's five-star wealth as he wandered around the presidential suite.

It is also a presidential condom, with over 200 square meters of incense and 400 square meters of fear for Dongyuan International.

After all, the land price is there, and the cost difference is too great.

The decor is naturally top-grade, not bad, and newer than the fragrance notes, but I don't know what the sale price is.

How dare you give me money?

A room, a big meal, if there's nothing to be gained today, it's really happening.

Mindful of the complicated relationship between classmates, he happened to come to Gujia's body and heard Liu Weilong's fingertips at the top of the line.