Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"But it's different now. I have Xiaojiao. I have to think about the future. I have to think about Xiaojiao. Xiaojiao had a hard life before. She raised her younger brother by herself, and then she went to do that. One line, how many bitter tears are there?"

"I spent a lot of time slowly approaching Xiaojiao's heart. To be honest, it is much harder than Fighting Four King Kong. I love her, really love her, and I am willing to spend my whole life loving her. "

"Whenever I get angry, I think about Xiaojiao. If something happens to me, who will take care of her?"

"My words are rough, but I think you can understand. This is my first job. I really rely on my own ability to make some money, plan my future life, and give Xiaojiao a stable home."

"So without knowing it, I took this entertainment city as the cornerstone to realize my dream."[

"The entertainment city is full of customers, so my job will continue, and I am getting closer to my dream; the entertainment city is empty, and my job may be lost..."

That night, Jin Ren babbled a lot, some of which I understood, some of which I didn't understand, some of which I raised my hands to support, and some of which I couldn't agree with.

The next morning, after the rain, the Firework Lane was extremely cold, with a faint cool breeze blowing through.

Han Bing's boyfriend's famous car, I probably won't be able to afford it in my whole life.

I opened the door and sat in, only to find that Han Bing was also in the back row, instead of sitting in the co-pilot position as before.

Moreover, the atmosphere seemed particularly weird, and the air was filled with the atmosphere after the quarrel just now.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

On the way to Shi No. [-] Middle School, the atmosphere in the car seemed to be frozen.

It's cold outside, and it's even colder inside.

No one spoke, and no one made a sound from the beginning to the end.

My throat was itchy, and I didn't dare to cough lightly, so I could only swallow hard.

A 10-minute journey feels like 1 years.When getting out of the car, Han Bing didn't even say a word, and slammed the door hard, and the car turned around without stopping a step.

...the cold war started.

"What happened?" I couldn't help asking when I stepped into the school gate.

"We broke up." Han Bing could almost scrape icicles off his face.