Pinocchio

Chen Jiangshi always remembers Qian Tang in his high school class, that boy with a rich family, cold personality and very good looks. Qian Tang transferred to another school in the first semester of his third year of high school. Because it was widely spread in school that he was gay. Goodbye was at a class reunion more than ten years later. Someone called Qian Tang. He was still the same, but he was not a good drinker and fell down after just a few drinks. Everyone was making fun of him. "Boss Qian socializes a lot, right? Why is his drinking capacity so bad?" "Is Boss Qian married? Let his wife pick him up." "Isn't he that one? How can he have a wife?" "You always have a boyfriend, right?" "Boyfriend..." Qian Tang was too drunk to open his eyes, but he still struggled to reach for the phone, "I'll call him..." Not long after, the cell phone in Chen Jiangshi's pocket rang while he was smoking outside. ——I who hate you are like Pinocchio. Every time I say "I hate you", my nose will grow a little longer. *Attacked by secret love *Written intertwined with reality and memories Intention: Misunderstandings need to be resolved~