Depraved

I always thought that after so many years, I should have grown up. I never thought that I would still be helpless when I met such a plundering person.

I'm still so useless.Rather than hating them, I hate my weak and incompetent self more than ever, but I also like to vent my anger on others, because it is too difficult for me to admit my weakness.

Then be friends, be friends.Of course it's best if you are willing to follow me.Besides, you told me that you would help me with Zhang Chenfei's matter.Sometimes you really don't know whether you are really stupid or not. At this time, shouldn't you take advantage of the fire?Let the situation develop first, and wait until the building is about to collapse before coming out to turn the tide... Isn't this the best way to gain my gratitude and trust?You should know, although I will know the plan behind your back, but I will still be grateful to you.No way, that's who I am.

Just think you're a good person, even though I know it's not that simple, but I'm too lazy to think too much about it.I can't figure out what is going on in the minds of these people who are born to be foxes.In the past few days, thinking about how to deal with Yi Shuang's sudden return to China has made my brain ache.

"Okay, you're fine, and of course I'm fine too." I laughed, Yanyan.

I may never be able to put myself in the position to understand what Fang Ting was thinking.Just like when he is smiling at the moment, I only know that he is probably not very happy, but I have never been able to know how much of his unhappiness is irony and how much is hatred.Now, I have learned not to think.If he agrees, that's good, and I can slowly overcome him in the future.

"That's good. Fang Ting, don't you plan to entertain the friends who came to visit the class?"

"...Where do you want to go?"

In fact, it didn't go anywhere.He accompanied me on the set for a whole day of filming, and he left the studio when night fell.

I didn't go for a big meal, but just found a cleaner street shop.An open large white porcelain bowl, beef noodles with chopped green onion in clear soup.I always think that people like Mu Shen are suitable for cutting steak with a knife and fork, but I didn't expect him to use chopsticks to pick up noodles.

After eating and drinking enough, there is warmth in the body.He and I walked slowly along the street back to the hotel.

Pedestrians are scarce.The lights are dim, and the little flying insects are swarming under the lights.

He opened his mouth first: "I'm leaving tomorrow to go abroad."

"Ah."

"If you need help, just say, after all, we are still friends, right?"

"it is good."

"Fang Ting, I really like you, maybe I used the wrong method at first... I'm sorry."

Fang Ting didn't know what to say, so he simply shut up.

Mu Shen saw his uneasiness, lowered his head, and changed the subject: "The filming of "Chang'an" is more than halfway through, let me know when it's finished, and I'll clean it up for you when I go back."

"Okay." Fang Ting raised his face, looked at Mu Shen squarely, and smiled at him.

In the shadows at the corner of the street, a faint light flickered.

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Slightly short (p_q), gain weight the day after tomorrow