One day, Feng Yueliang suddenly stopped Zheng Muchen at the door of the company: "Muchen, do you know? You are on TV."
Zheng Muchen stopped and turned around, with a complex emotion in his eyes: "Oh? Really? Is it about the market planning essay contest? Well, I did a good job on that essay."
"Well, Mu Chen is so good. My writing didn't even make it into the preliminary rounds."
Mu Chen touched his hair, sighed and said, "Does our bet still count?"
Feng Yueliang pouted, admitting that Mu Chen's touch made him feel very comfortable. He said: "Okay, you will have dinner with Zilan tonight. But can you lend me your paper? I want to study."
Zheng Muchen handed the paper in his hand to Feng Yueliang, and then walked gently up the stairs to the 22nd floor.
Half a minute later, a loud noise erupted from Fengyue Building: "Zheng Muchen! You bastard!"