January 12th. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The entrance of Unhai University.

Han Wenshi and Zhang Tu stood at the school gate to take a taxi, and in the cold wind, their faces were red from the cold.

Suddenly, Han Wenshi's eyes lit up, he pushed Zhang Tu, and said in a low voice: "look, the one in pink clothes is the goddess of Lao Fang when he started school." ”

Zhang Tu's head shook and hurriedly looked over.

"What, that's it, it's far from Lin Nuannuan's sister-in-law, okay, don't talk nonsense, just like that......"

"I'll rub, you be quiet!"

Han Wenshi hurriedly pulled Zhang Tu, this thing's voice is too fucking loud.

Fortunately, Chen Wenting was talking to Chu Zhongyuan at this time, and neither of them heard it.

"Woo, woo!"

The engine of the sports car roared, and the sound exploded.

A Porsche supercar slowly drove out of the campus, as if accumulating power, and the dark black supercar body was straight on the road.

A second later.

"Buzz!

A huge wave of sound exploded at the gate of the clouds, and the supercar accelerated sharply and galloped away.

Han Wenshi and Zhang Tu glanced at each other, envious and emotional.

In the same dormitory, why is the gap so big? People drive tens of millions of supercars and hug their school-level girlfriends.

This school girl is not one of those glamorous sluts on the outside Internet.

This school girl, without makeup, is a hundred times stronger than those PS retouching goddesses.

On the side of the road, Chen Wenting's eyes were slightly gloomy, and she puffed out her mouth, barely suppressing the emotions in her heart.

Chu Zhongyuan on the side was a little surprised, his eyes were full of surprise, and he said: "Who is this sports car? so handsome? It seems that there was a ...... on campus last semester."

Chen Wenting's eyes were stunned, her mouth moved, and she didn't squeak.

............

The new year is about to begin.

Fang Cheng has been home for more than a week.

In the morning, on the Nanmu dining table, there are mapo tofu, seaweed egg drop soup, ten steamed buns, and a large bowl of rice.

In the living room, Fang Cheng's figure stopped and warmed up.

He walked to the table and asked in amazement, "Mom, in the morning, eat mapo tofu?"

Dark breakfast!

Fang Cheng secretly slandered.

Mother Chen Rong laughed three times, she was too happy these days, she was a little forgetful, and said complacently: "Son, don't you practice martial arts in the morning, Mom will think about making you some protein." ”

"Oh. ”

"What's the matter? You don't usually like to eat mapo tofu the most, didn't you even say that you wish you could eat it every day. ”

"Ugh. ”

"Why aren't you satisfied? Why don't you pick out the peppers for you?"

"It's fine. ”

"Then why are you in a daze, hurry up and sit down for me to eat, stinky boy, it's the other way around. ”

“......”

Fang Wendao sat down at the dining table slowly, looked at his wife Chen Rong, and stared at his son Fang Cheng for a long time.

Fang Cheng's senses are so sharp.

Even if he lowered his head to eat, he could detect his father Fang Wendao's gaze.

"What's wrong Dad?"

Looking at his son Fang Cheng, who was still immersed in eating, Fang Wendao chirped, swallowed a mouthful of seaweed, and said:

"Xiaocheng, dad has a high school reunion today. ”

"Oh. ”

"Do you want to go?"

Fang Cheng's eyes showed surprise, and he swallowed two mouthfuls of tofu: "Why am I going, Dad, your class reunion, it's not good for me to go." ”

"Okay. ”

Fang Wendao nodded and took a bite of the steamed bun.

Chen Rong looked at it and laughed from the side, the old couple had lived for more than 20 years, and she could see at a glance what Fang Wendao was thinking.

Didn't you just want to lead your son to show off in front of his classmates.

I just want to see the shocked and envious looks of my high school classmates.

The class reunion was originally a way to reminisce about the past of youth, however, people are not in the same situation, and it was a gathering to recall the age of innocence, but it has more of a taste of showing off their wealth.

Fang Wendao swallowed the steamed bun.

He didn't do it specifically to show how good his son was.

It's just that...... This class reunion was attended by more than 30 high school students, and they all discussed...... With their own children.

One table for adults and one table for children.

This is a more naked comparison.

What kind of car, house, these are not interesting in comparison, Fang Wendao's group of classmates directly threw out the hole card: children.

The advantages and disadvantages of the next generation are the key to the victory or defeat.

After pondering for a while, Fang Wendao gave up the idea of letting his son Fang Cheng go.

It's really nice to be better, to be better.

But as soon as the son left, he crushed the situation, and he didn't have much energy.

............

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Hiltu Hotel.

The only five-star hotel in Linjiang City, it is also the place where Fang Wendao's classmates gathered.

At this time, the parking space in front of the main entrance of Hiltu was already full of people, and at a cursory glance, there were about forty or fifty people.

It's all adults with children, a middle-aged man or a middle-aged woman, with a young man or a fair girl.

A black Bentley drove up.

Everyone couldn't help but glance at it, but they didn't think it would be their high school classmates.

After all, they are all classmates, and they still have contact with each other, and I haven't heard of any classmates who have made a fortune and become a big official.

"Bang. ”

The car door closed, and a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses stepped down.

"Old Fang!?"

"Wen Dao, isn't that Wen Dao?"

"yes, it seems like he's it. ”

Fang Wendao was wearing a dark blue suit, which simply blinded the eyes of the students.

Some people gasped, some people sneered, some people had stiff eyes, all living beings were in various forms, and the red dust was rolling, Fang Wendao looked at it at a glance, and he had a plan in his heart.

He smiled slightly, walked up to his classmates, and said with a smile: "Hello classmates, it's been a long time." ”

"Yes, yes, you haven't been to the class reunion for many years. ”

"Wen Dao, this is a successful career? Why, finally have time to deign to come to the party. ”

"How is Lao Fang doing, it's good......"

A group of middle-aged people were very lively, and when they saw a Bentley, they couldn't control the shock in their hearts.

People are not confused when they are forty, and they know the destiny of heaven at fifty.

They are all forty-six or seventeen, and they are already close to knowing the destiny of heaven.

At this time in life, they also understand more and more the meaning of a Bentley, which represents not only a luxury car, but also an invisible identity, status, and level.

Fang Wendao replied one by one, very decently.

Fang Wendao looked at more than twenty young men and women, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch a few times, did this really bring his own children?

One of them was a middle-aged man, with a bloated body, but quite powerful.

"Old Zuo?"

Zuo Zhuang collected hehehe, the fat on his face almost squeezed his eyes into a slit, and said with a smile:

"Lao Fang, I have worked hard for half my life to toss a small company. You're amazing, you're driving a Bentley, what are you doing now? ”

Hearing this, the voices of the people suddenly weakened.

First, because Zuo Zhuang's small company, with assets of 30 or 40 million, is the best among his classmates.

The second reason is that they are also very curious, what does the old classmate Fang Wendao do, and he can afford to drive a Bentley?

Fang Wendao shook his head and smiled: "Hey, someone else sent it, I'll work as soon as I do it." ”

Someone else's delivery?

Fool it!

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, not believing Fang Wendao's words at all.

Zuo Zhuang closed his eyes and thought it was Fang Wendao's modest words, so he didn't ask anymore, and planned to wait until the dinner table to test it.

Thinking of this, Zuo Zhuang patted his big belly and asked with a smile:

"Lao Fang, where is your son?"