This was written like crazy two years ago.
Because it was raining, the ground was covered with water. As a result, Zhong Yi couldn't stand still and slipped. When he tried to stand up, he couldn't stand still and slid around on the ground. Finally, he knelt down accurately on the street full of people and knelt down in front of a tall handsome guy.
The crowd around him booed, watching Zhong Xiang's smooth performance, and some even clapped, probably thinking that Zhong Xiang was performing a talent show.
If you don't kneel down, you can propose while holding a bouquet of flowers.
Is there anything more social than this? Zhong Xiang closed his eyes and did not dare to look up.
In fact there is.
"Trouble..." After Zhong Xiang made up his mind for a while, he raised his head and gave a forced smile, hoping that the handsome guy in front of him would help him.
After seeing the handsome guy's face clearly, a Zhong-like smile solidified on his face.
Grass! He Xu?
Why is it him? !
Zhong Xiang's face looked calm, but in fact there was a huge storm deep in his heart, and the villain inside was twitching uncontrollably.
He Xu, an old acquaintance of Zhong Xiang, kindly pulled Zhong Xiang up from the ground, smiled with a harmless look on his face, and even asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
Are you okay? How could it be okay?
"Thank you." Zhong Yang thanked him numbly.
He was really embarrassed, Zhong Xiang's body was wet, and his white jeans were stained with brown mud.
When compared with He Xu's spotless haute couture suit, it looked particularly tragic.
That expensive suit looked like it was custom-made.
Zhong Yang tried to pull away He Xu's arm, but it didn't move. She looked at He Xu in confusion.
Their eyes met, and the world slowed down for a moment.
"What? How long has it been since then, and my sister doesn't recognize me anymore?" He Xu had a smile on his lips and refused to let go of Zhong Xiang's arm.
Zhong Xiang remained silent, not wanting to face reality.
The man named He Xu in front of him was the mistake Zhong Yang made when he was young.
5 Years ago…
Dim and ambiguous lights filled the entire room. There was a huge pink round bed in the room, and the round bed was facing the door of the room.
A woman wearing a pink suspender skirt was sitting lazily on the edge of the bed, her two slender white legs crossing each other and sliding restlessly, creating a scene of boundless spring scenery.
Mission: Unity, friendship, and mutual help.
