Even if Fang Zhe knew this definition, it wouldn't hurt him. He didn't want to be a good person. He positioned himself as a common man with a moral bottom line. Just like a certain "master" said in his own words, he just wanted to seduce a few more women in his life.
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In contrast, Fang Zhe also strives to leave a strong mark in certain aspects of the manufacturing industry. Isn't this sublimation?
Human beings, life is not just for a lifetime. When you have the ability to be happy, then you have to be happy.
Fang Zhe doesn't make money by attracting attention, so his moral standards don't need to be so high.
To be honest, I don’t know since when, people in this country have greatly reduced their moral requirements for wealthy people.
I really don’t understand this kind of logic. People are already having a great time, yet they don’t have strict requirements on him (her).
One of the main reasons for this phenomenon should be the literary and art circles.
Two hours had passed since the Spring Festival Gala when Fang Zhe came down. You can still watch the Spring Festival Gala now. I don’t know since when, the Spring Festival Gala has become unhappy. The three women looked at them, but they didn’t mean to move. In the end, they still
Yun Jue said: "Tea?"
Fang Zhe nodded. The eldest master must carry on his airs. It’s not that he likes to carry on airs, but it’s just that other than airing, nothing else is appropriate. The atmosphere is still a little too weird. I thought it was okay at first, but now I find it awkward.
very.
Being thick-skinned is a must. I don’t feel embarrassed about things like embarrassment, it just embarrasses others.
He quickly adjusted his mentality and said with a smile when he took the tea cup: "Thank you, I will keep vigil tonight, who will accompany me?"
The three women looked at each other, and finally it was Yun Jue who said, "Me."
Such a happy decision!
At eleven o'clock, Guo Yurong and Qiu Xiaoyou, who actually didn't like watching the Spring Festival Gala, left together. Fang Zhe, who pretended to watch the Spring Festival Gala but was actually in a daze, returned to his soul: "Are you ready for the firecrackers?"
"What are you thinking about? We won't let them go off. There will be a fireworks show at midnight." Yun Jue picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee to refresh herself.
Fang Zhe said no more, got up and walked to the balcony to look outside. The whole city was lit up with lights, and various lights intertwined to create a gorgeous night. Not far away was the rolling river. Looking from this position, it seemed more parallel to the river.
"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes..." I heard the song from the Spring Festival Gala, and it was the right moment.
"What are you thinking about?" Yun Jue suddenly stood behind him and pressed close to him.
"I'm thinking that under every lamp, there are a group of different people reading at the same time."
"Why did you suddenly become a philosopher?" Yun Jue behind him couldn't help but laugh. Once upon a time, he was like this too.
They all came from literary youth, so they naturally have similar experiences.
"Twelve years have passed, time flies so fast." Fang Zhe was thoughtful, but Yun Jue whispered: "I miss Yun'er."
Fang Zhe paused for a moment. He really didn't have much contact with this daughter, probably because he was busy.
"Discuss it with your mother and take it with you in the future."
"Forget it, without a child around, my mother can go crazy."
The two of them stood like this without saying a word. They didn't know how long they chatted. Suddenly, there was a roar from the river, and clouds rushed up into the night sky, blooming with short-lived splendor. More and more fireworks were lit.
, a long section of the river bank has become a world of fireworks. Each firework is different, just like the white flowers competing for beauty in spring.
"It's so beautiful, but it's too short-lived." Yun Jue sighed, let go of Fang Zhe, and lay down in front of the glass window to watch.
"Compared with a person's life, this kind of man-made beauty is naturally short-lived. But from another perspective, in the context of the entire history, an individual's life is also short, and in the context of the entire earth's history,
The time of human existence is also very short. So, work hard and find a path that suits you, either to live a wonderful life, or to live a comfortable life. Or, you can have both."
After the fireworks ended, the sky returned to silence. Fang Zhe turned around and said, "It's getting late. Go back to bed and leave tomorrow."
There is floor heating in this villa, so it is very comfortable. The only uncomfortable thing is that I am embarrassed to smoke.
Fang Zhe, who was addicted to smoking, went out specially and smoked a cigarette before coming back.
Yun Jue was already lying on the bed, wearing autumn clothes and long trousers, and posing in a sultry pose that showed off the beauty of her body as much as possible.
After receiving the signal, Fang Zhe could only grit his teeth secretly. He might not get up late tomorrow.
"What, you want to have two children?" Fang Zhe responded positively, and Yun Jue showed a lazy smile: "Ang!"
The elasticity of this dress is so good, everything that needs to be squeezed out can be squeezed out. It seems that the installation of floor heating was premeditated!
In the future, I will also have a house with floor heating, otherwise the winter in Songjiang will be too terrible.
An idea flashed through his mind: Fang Zhe had no intention of treating this place as his home base.
In another room, Qiu Xiaoyou and Guo Yurong each held wine glasses with a little melancholy on their faces.
"I recently saw an old Chinese medicine doctor who was very good. I will introduce you to him later." Guo Yurong reminded him lightly through the bright red color in the wine glass. Qiu Xiaoyou hummed: "There are some problems that Western medicine cannot solve at all.
We are not young anymore."
"Haha, Yun Jue has been working hard to have another child." Guo Yurong also felt very uncomfortable. This time he came to celebrate the New Year, it was actually a gesture, a gesture of never giving in on certain things. In this regard, Qiu Xiaoyou's thoughts were
They are consistent, but both have a serious flaw.
"I will stay in Songjiang for a long time next year. As long as he is in Songjiang, I will not leave. I don't believe it." Qiu Xiaoyou gritted his teeth and whispered. Guo Yurong looked dazed and said: "Well, Songjiang is also involved.
company's."
On the morning of the first day of junior high school, Fang Zhe woke up a little late, and his steps were a little sluggish. Although he had been insisting on exercising, time really does not forgive people. The dividing line of thirty is a big difference between passing it and not passing it.
Qiu Xiaoyou and Guo Yurong were both having breakfast. Their suitcases were placed aside. When they saw Fang Zhe, they simply waved: "Good morning."
"Well, morning." Fang Zhe said as he came forward and hugged each other. As a result, there were two more marks on both sides of the face.
Yun Jue was not angry when she came out of the kitchen. She had lost the benefit and she should let others gain face.
"What time is the flight?" Fang Zhe raised his head and asked. Yun Jue smiled and said, "If you're not in a hurry, the flight is at 2 p.m."
No matter how uncomfortable the climate is in the Imperial Capital, you always go there during the Chinese New Year. While drinking lean meat porridge, Fang Zhe said to Qiu Xiaoyou: "You should pay close attention. This year's memory chips must be realized."
Self-sufficient." He turned to Guo Yurong and said: "The focus this year is system projects, targeting tablet computers and future mobile phones."