Wen Maomu didn't stand out much in the first twenty-two years. He lived an ordinary life, with good grades and not bad grades. Even in college, he couldn't reach the level of good looks. After living for so many years, he fell in love with two girls. He mustered up the courage to confess to the goddess and got two good guy cards. The brothers in the dormitory even joked that our fourth child was quite handsome. In popular terms, he was just a little bitch. Why didn't anyone fall in love? What should we, the fourth child, do in the future? How about finding a rich woman? Wen Maomu would laugh every time at this time and would not answer anything his brother said.
After graduation, he seemed to have offended the God of Good Luck. Not only was his job blocked, but even the house he rented was full of problems. When he stayed on the street for the second time, Wen Maomu said, I should just be a salty fish.
The author has always been a salty fish and has no desire for life (no). This article was written on a whim when I recently found a small game. I just wanted to write a chapter, write a chapter and publish a chapter. Salty fish will always be a god! ! !
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