Chapter 732: reality 15

Chapter 732 Reality 15

Affected by the game, she couldn't remember the situation of the two of them.

"Everyone played together in the last round of the game."

Fu Anan sat on the bamboo and rattan chair and opened her mouth, motioning for Zhang Yuanyuan to feed herself a piece of orange.

The next moment, what Fu Anan got was not an orange, but an ear twist.

It was her grandma standing by and staring at her,

"Your sister Yuanyuan just came out of the hospital when she was sick, how dare you sit and let your sister Yuanyuan stand?!

Still eating oranges?

Will you eat fried meat with bamboo strips? "

"Don't eat, don't eat."

Fu Anan stood up with her ears held.

The seat became Zhang Yuanyuan's, and all the orange peels that were not thrown away were in Fu Anan's hands.

"Tell grandma what Yuanyuan wants to eat, and grandma will ask grandpa to make it for you."

Grandma Fu spoke softly to Zhang Yuanyuan, and even touched her head lovingly.

When Grandma Fu left, Zhang Yuanyuan was still giggling.

This obvious difference in treatment made Fu Anan, the granddaughter, a little upset.

"It's almost time to go, don't stay for dinner."

Fu Anan opened his mouth to chase away people.

"Tsk, I'm here to ask you to attend the class reunion. Isn't it Chinese New Year? Someone in our junior high school held an alumni reunion."

Although Zhang Yuanyuan is two grades older than Fu Anan, the two of them went to a primary school, a junior high school, and a high school.

"Alumni association...not going."

You don’t even know who it is, so what are you doing?

boring.

Fu Anan directly refused.

There is no such desire to socialize.

Zhang Yuanyuan grabbed Fu Anan's hand and wrapped her tightly around her,

"I heard about Liu Xinhui. I have been at odds with her since I was a child, and I want my sister to support me."

"I will support you? What can I support?"

Fu Anan was half-dragged by Zhang Yuanyuan, and got into her tricycle parked by the side of the road.

In fact, she just wanted Fu Anan to accompany her.

Anyway, there is no need to give money, just eat and drink for free.

"Grandma Fu, I'll take An An out for a while and come back in the afternoon, don't cook our lunch at noon."

It takes more than two hours to drive from the village to the hotel in the city, just Zhang Yuanyuan's tricycle. To the back, she was constantly bombarded with phone calls.

At this time, it is in H city, and the lobby of a certain three-star hotel is completely rounded off.

A slightly fat man in a suit and leather shoes stood in front of the door, surrounded by a group of compliments.

This is today's protagonist.

Wang Dadong, went out to make a living after graduating from junior high school.

Later, I started a company and made nearly 200 million yuan in the past two years. It was the best among the junior high school students in their class.

When he was young, he was never ridiculed by those adults and students who were good at studying.

This time, holding a classmate reunion in his hometown is one aspect, and the most important thing is to slap those who looked down on him in the face.

He looked around a group of people in public, and finally stopped at the man wearing glasses on the periphery. He walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder enthusiastically, "Oh! Lao Feng, where have you been recently?"

The man whose name was called had a professional smile on his face,

"Just work as the manager of a local jewelry store, and you are the best boss."

"Hahaha, good jewelry, I will come to you when I buy jewelry in the future."

Wang Dadong said in a loud voice,

"You are the classmate in our class. You are handsome and good at studying. People who used to have a crush on you can line up the stairs from the door of the classroom. You are a man of the hour!"

"Then thank you Mr. Wang for taking care of the business."

Listening to Wang Dadong's words, Feng Kai kept a smirk on his face, raised his glass to Wang Dadong,

But what I think in my heart is: wealthy locals, nouveau riche.

(end of this chapter)

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