It was a year later that he met Chen Fuking again. Wang Shi saw Chen Fuking standing in the hall after the class reunion. Different from the past, he had taken off his green pheasant and was wearing an old-fashioned woolen coat. Encouraged by alcohol, Wang Shi rushed over and hugged Chen Fuking.
"Are you sure you want to follow me?" Chen Fujing looked at Wang Shi, who was smelling of alcohol and had his head buried in his arms, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly unnoticeably.
Wang Shi shook his head up and down. After Chen Fujing got the answer he wanted, he picked up Wang Shi and walked straight to the elevator. The people behind him started to get messy in the hotel heating.
Intention: Facing the cruel reality in the illusory prosperity