After the college entrance examination, his son returned home angrily and stayed in his room all night. Meng Qinian didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he had to call his son's best friend.
"Uncle Meng, it's okay."
"It's just... We had a little conflict."
On the phone, Lin Huanfeng responded calmly.
The male voice on the other end of the phone was gentle and gentle, like a cool breeze blowing on a midsummer night, "That's it... Xiao Huan, come to your uncle's house for dinner tonight. There's nothing against good friends. Just let it go."
If you can't get through it, you can't get better.
Lin Huan was embarrassed to say it - on the way home, Meng Zhi asked him on a whim if he had anyone he liked, and he was so deceived that he actually said such a sentence.
Fortunately, the person on the other end of the phone didn't ask too much.
He can never say,
"Uncle Meng, I have liked you for many years."
Right?
[Reading Guide]
1. Main attack/younger generation/age difference of 20 years
2. I have been divorced and have a son (Gongfa Xiao
3. If your secret love comes true, let's break it off
Intention: Companionship is the longest confession of love.
