God of Life

[Don't worry about the foregoing. If you don't change it, you'll die. If you change it, you'll have to respond back and forth. I can't cry anymore.]

“Wang, are you sure you can live with him? ”

“Mm-hmm. ”

“In fact, thieves are excited, like deer and deer crashing, aren't they? ”

“No.”

“But I advise you not to think too much, you can't handle Ho Meng... even if it happens luckily, Ho Meng's father and mother are ruthless, understand? ”

“Oh, oh. ”

Gujia pulled Wang Yan with a beep, and Wang Yan was always disoriented. There was a question in his mind.

How could it be her?

Technically, the help she provided when selling melons was not very great.

If you can't sell it, Wang Yan will still be a god, and you will still have money to spend and endless bliss.

As for the [habit incubator], for a week, whether it's stealing or borrowing, it's bound to be taken.

That help didn't even seem as decisive as Wang Yan's crab pliers.

But that's not how it works.

Whether it's cheating on loans or selling watermelons, it's not about money, it's about that exercise.

It was an upgrading ceremony to promote the growth and evolution of Kissy Wang.

If you work hard and you don't succeed, the blow will be enormous.

Perhaps Wang Yan will completely abandon the aspect of self-fulfilment and struggle. From now on, only breathing wages will mix.

From this perspective, she is Wang Yan's dignitary. Together with that security captain, she brings tremendous positive energy to Wang Yan and helpful sunshine mentality.

I owe you. I owe you.

But she's not short of money. Think about it. It's disgusting.

Moreover, her silent help made Wang Yan feel the other side hidden under her proud appearance.

It's a little soft and kind...

Even if I realized today that I was no longer in love with her, and even had some opinions, she didn't come up with that thing to find a place...

Who are you proud of?

What a pain in the ass you wealthy fools are pretending to be!

Can't you learn from Ye Ziwen?

Love is love, fuck if you want, how nice!

Wang Yan hasn't been so grumpy in a long time, proving that he's still just a teenager under 20.

However, Rich Brother is not an ordinary teenager at all. He tangled for half a minute and threw it in his head - go fuck yourself, love how, meet him later!

Go upstairs and hang out with everyone. Wang Yan has everything as usual.

“Wang, come on, Zajinhua! ”

“Okay, how big is it? ”

“Five bucks, 50 caps. Don't be so small! ”

Huh?

At the bottom of 5 yuan, around 10 people's gold flower, a card has to pay at least a hundred yuan to keep up, and letting go of 5,000 yuan is not necessarily enough.

Of course, it's nothing to the rich brother. He dropped one on the floor and was never too lazy to pick it up.

But other people are different.

Everyone was just a freshman in freshman year, and losing 5,000 to middle-aged families was hard enough, not to mention extreme poverty such as Zhang Yin.

Wang Yan looked around and found that there were really a few sand sculptures with empty faces. They held on to the one that was embarrassed to sweep.

So he shook his head resolutely and gently persuaded him: “They're all classmates. Why are you playing so big? A dollar or two would be good for entertainment...”

Several classmates were overjoyed and were about to join forces, but Gujia's book grabbed at the forefront.

“That's boring! Now that I'm taking care of my classmates, when have I ever had a coin under 100? I can't play if I'm younger! ”

Gujia book invited guests to eat and open a room, it cost at least 350,000, people can't refute his face, plus a few good support conditions, that's the only way to end up.

“Well, entertainment is the main thing, don't get hurt and angry. ”

Wang Yan nodded, it doesn't matter to sit in front of the big coffee table.

There is nothing to mention in the next process, even if the bottom bet is doubled 2,000 times, it is not worth wanting to be serious.

It's actually a play + chat.

Wang Yan was lucky, but instead of winning, he became the biggest loser on the field.

See who loses more, send a wave.

Nobody was stupid. Later, the classmates were embarrassed to take advantage of Wang Yan again. They drove him off on their own initiative and fought again for a while.

At the end of the day, basically everyone wins a little, and Prince Wang pays for the whole thing.

“Brother Wang, this is so serious! ”

“Yeah, rich brothers don't want to bully us poor bastards, just be grateful! ”

“Thank you, Rich Daddy, for the New Year's Red Bag! ”

Hip-hop haha for a while, greatly less prestigious UPUP, many students began to sincerely believe that Wang Yanyi can be trusted.

Big Major didn't mean to say anything, laughed and pulled down.

Then it was obvious that Wang Yan spoke once in a while, and the suggestions and opinions were stronger, and everyone was willing to circle around much less.

Not just boys, but girls too.

It's been a long time since Gujia was a dog.

Ming Zhang Luo's party was me, paid for it or me, and you took Wang Dog as your big brother?

There's wood, there's reason!

In fact, Wang Yan was not consciously buying people's hearts. It was unnecessary. How can those students help?

It's a kind, heart-to-heart, and the result is unexpected recognition.

In modern society, a person's social death is marked by reputational bankruptcy, such as poisoned dogs gambling against giant babies in the country.

On the contrary, a good reputation, recognized good reputation, is a valuable asset.

Old people often say, "Loss is bliss”, which is actually an honest way to accumulate a reputation, slightly dumb, but never wrong.

……

Move the time back four hours ago.

He Meng returned to Villa Xiangshanyuan, took the elevator from the basement back to the main hall, and his mother was about to leave.

“Dream, are you done eating? How was the party? ”

“It's okay. ”

“If you're not in the mood, then what? ”

“Neither did I. ”

“The boy from the ancient family doesn't look like a maker. He won't go to any more parties. There's no reason to clog himself up. ”

In the early 40s, Centipede is mature and beautiful, but wears a dark Chanel high-order suit. Seriously, her expression fades a lot of femininity.

She seemed extraordinarily strong when she said that.

“I'm counting, Mom. You go get busy. ”

“Okay, I'll be back as soon as I can. ”

Centipede turned around and suddenly stopped again.

“I brought the deer home, upstairs to gamble with me, you run her dinner, the four of us spent this New Year's Eve together. ”

He Miaomiao was stunned by kung fu, and his mother had walked into the elevator.

Couldn't ask, he rushed to the third floor, pushed the door of the second bedroom, and a little girl was lying on her bed crying.

He Mengmei sighed, walked to the bed and sat down, reaching out and patting the girl on the back.

Sis!

He Xiaolu turned around, his eyes swollen like peaches, but there was a surprise in his eyes.

The little fairy hugged Ho Meng and started crying again.

“Don't cry, my mother said the four of us are spending this year together. Where's Auntie? ”

“Centipede drove my mother home, and she wouldn't let me go back with her, forcing me to come to New Year's Eve. Why?! I don't want to spend New Year's with them! Whoo... whoo! ”

The deer cried deeply. He Meng knew that this was something that his mother could do. He wanted to comfort her and didn't know how to say it.

Headache!

Why did you bring the deer back?

He Meng sighed again: “Honey, my mom didn't do it right, but I couldn't do it... stop crying, just be with me, okay? ”

“I don't want to see them! ”

“Okay, okay, I'll play games with you, I'll take you out to dinner. You don't have to touch them outside New Year's Eve, okay? ”

“Mmm…”

The deer nodded softly, holding Ho Dream in a complex state.

He Meng's expression is equally complex, soft, and more irritable.

Mothers are too strong to predict this Spring Festival.

He Xiaolu is He Meng's father's illegitimate daughter outside, half-sister.

He Mengxue could not accept the woman named Liu Mengxue, but he could not be disgusted with the deer. A whole bunch of crap tore down, instead, he pitied more.

But that shit hasn't gone as far as it is.

What the hell did Mom think?

Affidavit?

Not without fighting!

After thinking about it, Ho Meng, who was not going out again, suddenly changed his mind.

“Have a good meal. I'll take you out to sing and have a barbecue at night. Let them fight, okay? ”

“Really? All right!”

He Xiaolu climbed up and his eyes lit up.

As long as you don't go to jail in this house, go anywhere.

The little fairy eats well, and the big fairy presses her temple with a headache. She cries out in her heart: The problem is too much, who can give me some advice?!

Unsurprisingly, the face of Wang Yan suddenly appeared in my mind.