January 12th.

At the gate of Yunhai University.

Han Wenshi and Zhang Tu stood at the school gate to take a taxi. The cold wind was blowing, and the two of them were so cold that their faces were red.

Suddenly, Han Wenshi's eyes lit up, he pushed Zhang Tu for a while, and whispered: "Look, the one in pink is the goddess of Lao Fang's school start."

Zhang Tu's head was shocked and he hurriedly looked over.

"What, that's the guy? It's far from Sister Lin Nuannuan, okay? Stone, don't talk nonsense? Just like that..."

"Damn it, you can speak softly!"

Han Wenshi hurriedly pulled Zhang Tu. This guy's voice was so fucking loud.

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

"Buzz, woo!"

The sports car engine roared and the sound exploded.

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

One second later.

"Buzz! Woo!"

The loud sound exploded at the entrance of the Yunda Gate, and the supercar suddenly accelerated and galloped away.

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

They are from the same dormitory, why is the gap so big? They are driving a supercar of tens of millions and holding their school beauties-level girlfriend.

This school beauty is not the charming bitch on the Internet.

This school beauty, without makeup, is a hundred times better than those ps photo editing goddesses.

On the side of the road, Chen Wenting's eyes were slightly dark, and she bulged her mouth, barely suppressing her emotions.

Chu Zhongyuan, who was standing beside him, was a little surprised, and said, "Who is this sports car? So handsome? It seems that he appeared on campus last semester..."

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

…………

The new year is about to begin.

It has been more than a week since Fang Cheng returned home.

In the morning, on the Nanmu dining table, there were Mapo tofu, seaweed egg flower soup, ten steamed buns, and a large bowl of rice.

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

He walked to the dining table and asked in surprise: "Mom? Is it early in the morning, eat Mapo tofu?"

Dark breakfast!

Fang Cheng secretly complained.

My mother Chen Rong laughed three times. She had been too happy these days, and she was a little overwhelmed and said proudly: "Son, you are practicing martial arts in the morning, so mom is thinking about making some protein for you."

"oh."

"What? You don't like to eat Mapo tofu the most, and you have said that you want to eat it every day."

"Well."

"Why are you not satisfied? Why would you pick out the peppers for you?"

"fine."

"Then why are you stunned? Hurry up and sit down for me for dinner. It's a bad boy, it's a big deal."

“…”

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

How sharp is Fang Cheng's senses?

Even if I lowered my head to eat, I could still notice my father Fang Wendao's gaze.

"What's wrong, dad?"

Looking at his son Fang Cheng who was still burying his head to eat, Fang Wendao smacked his lips, swallowed a mouthful of seaweed and said:

"Xiaocheng, my dad has a high school class reunion today."

"oh."

"Do you want to go?"

Fang Cheng looked surprised and swallowed two mouthfuls of tofu: "I'm going? Why are you going? Dad, your classmate reunion, it's not good for me to go."

"All right."

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

Chen Rong was laughing at the side. The old couple had lived for more than 20 years. She could tell what Fang Wendao was thinking at a glance.

I just want to take my son to show off in front of my classmates.

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

Classmates’ reunions were originally a way to miss the past of youth, but the right and wrong of people were originally a gathering to recall the innocent era, but there was a taste of showing off wealth and comparing.

Fang Wendao swallowed the steamed buns.

He didn't mean to compare and show how powerful his son is.

But... more than 30 high school classmates attended this class reunion, and they all agreed... with their children.

There is a table for adults and a table for children.

This is a more naked comparison.

What kind of cars, houses, and these are boring. Fang Wendao's classmates directly threw out their trump card: children.

The advantages and disadvantages of the next generation are the key to comparing the outcome.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Wendao gave up the idea of ​​letting his son Fang Cheng go.

Being better and more outstanding is indeed very comfortable.

But once my son left, he even crushed the situation and had no motivation.

…………

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Hilto Hotel.

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

At this time, there were already people standing next to the parking space in front of Hiltu's main entrance. A brief look showed that there were about forty or fifty people.

They are all adults with children, a middle-aged man or a middle-aged woman, a young man or a slim girl.

A black Bentley is coming.

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

After all, they are all classmates and they have contacts with each other. I have never heard of any classmate who has made a fortune and become a high-ranking official.

"Bang."

The car door was closed and a middle-aged man walked down, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Lao Fang!?"

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

"Yes, it seems he is."

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

Some people gasp, some people smile flatteringly, some people have stiff eyes, all kinds of sentient beings are rolling in the world, Fang Wendao looked at it and had a scheming in his heart.

He smiled slightly, walked to the classmates, and said with a smile: "Hello, classmates, it's been a long time since we met."

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

"Wendao has achieved success in his career? Why, I finally have time to condescend to the party."

"How is Lao Fang doing recently? It's pretty good..."

A group of middle-aged people were very lively. When they saw a Bentley, they could not control the shock in their hearts.

When a person reaches forty, he will not be confused, but when he is fifty, he will know the destiny of heaven.

They all look like forty-six or seven, and they are already close to knowing destiny.

At this time of life, they will find out the meaning of a Bentley more and more. This represents not only a luxury car, but also an invisible identity, status, and level.

Fang Wendao responded one by one, very appropriate.
To be continued...