Not long ago, Li Wuyi, a junior legal officer of a state-owned enterprise, ran into Chen Zheng, the high school male god whom he had not seen for a long time, in the company corridor. The male god at that time had become the father of Party A at this time. In high school, a shy and quiet little girl looked at her former boyfriend with a pale face in front of a black-framed mirror. She was afraid of being clumsy and still flirting with her: If we were destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, but if we were not destined to meet each other, it would be difficult to hold hands. The little scumbag should not experience the passion of being single since her mother was born. The hand holding her glasses was shaking, and the lines she spoke seemed to have been stolen from a vulgar romance drama, and the air was frozen. "That's exactly what I meant." Chen Zheng said.
Purpose: urban cool writing, have fun