One weekend at the end of November, Xiong Dawei and three girls from 301 chatted in the room.

He held the guitar and sang affectionately: "It seems like a dream, we met so briefly..."

To remember your wallet.

He and Wei Liang once had 900,000 yuan, but now there are only 200,000 yuan left.

Five hundred and sixty thousand cute little money was taken away from them by greedy capitalists.

Weakness is original sin.

The three girls listened very seriously. After the song ended, they gave applause considerately.

The phone suddenly rang. Wei Liangfu hummed the song just now and answered the phone, and his face suddenly showed the expression of a strange uncle.

It must have been called by his girlfriend.

Then he heard Wei Liangfu shout in a high decibel voice: "What? Say it again!"

The four people next to him were trembling with the voice. Xiong Dawei and the three girls turned to look at Wei Liangfu.

I saw this guy, as if he had seen a ghost, his face was panicked, his lips were shaking, and his sweat was falling.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, don't cry, I'll go back immediately, and I'll go back today!"

Wei Liangfu's voice was trembling.

Xiong Dawei also became nervous, stared at the fat man and asked, "What's wrong?"

The three girls were even more panicked, as if something bad had happened.
Chapter completed!