May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

The continuous incidents severely hit Little Fatty's self-esteem. He also grew up in the compound since he was a child, but his grandfather died early, and his family had no say in the army for a long time. He played with Meng Ping since he was a child, and he was as close as a brother and never thought of the future. But this time the incident made the little fat man suddenly figured it out, and he couldn't continue to be confused.

"Boss, look, although we have participated in so many and such big things, we have no right to speak at all. You heard what the army commander said just now. To put it bluntly, the height of things is beyond our reach. I’m in position, so I can’t do anything but watch."

The little fat man continued to Barabara talking about what he had thought about for two days. After speaking, he asked as if summing up: "Boss, do you know why we all admire the Young Commander and the Living Hades so much?"

"..."

Meng Ping didn't speak, and the little fat man didn't expect to get his answer. He said to himself: "Because they have the strength! I have heard that their combat effectiveness and talent are so good that they are against the sky. The next duel relied on the upper-level commanders and their front-line combatants. Don’t think I don’t know that the clues that the commander got were still reported by the King of Lives. So they seem to be extraordinarily important, and we seem to be extraordinarily important. It's an eyesore."

"Yes!" Meng Ping's handsome face was gloomy and pale, but his lips were as red as blood. He also didn't want to be a spectator outside of the matter, a waste that didn't even have the opportunity to participate.

Meng Ping gritted his teeth secretly and said to the little fat man word by word: "In less than three years, Meng Ping stomped my feet. I want these four or nine cities to shake three times."

"Boss is great." The little fat man's eyes brightened and he applauded happily. "Boss, it's great that you can figure it out."

"Little fat man, we have no power or power, no fighting power or talent. It doesn't matter. As long as we have money! Now we don't speak much because we don't have enough money, and we can't kill people." The reason why I am willing to join the army and choose to do business. Money can make ghosts grind, but when you don't have money, you can grind them.

The little fat man was fascinated by Meng Ping's narration, dreaming about what it would be like to be rich enough to kill people in the future.

"Boss, is it really okay?"

"Of course you can." Meng Ping nodded firmly, "Go ahead! Buy some fruit and see how Du Xiaosong is. I want to sleep for a while."

"Okay! Boss, I will come to accompany you when I'm done."

"You use it!" Meng Ping raised his hand to stop.

The little fat man's happy smile slowly solidified, "Okay!" Then he went out dejected. He knows that what the boss really wants in his heart is his sister-in-law, but the sister-in-law has become someone else's wife. The boss may not get it in his life, so he can only miss it in his heart.

No wonder the boss changed so much when he came back this time, and he couldn't see the previous shadow all over his body.

In the ward, Meng Ping leaned on a large and soft pillow, closed his eyes and cast a small shadow from the light on the ceiling. He took a deep breath and curled up unconsciously.

The pain in his chest made his brows furrowed, and his curled body trembled slightly.

Someone has been forbearing in him just now, and has been deliberately pretending to be nonchalant. In fact, the entire ribcage is like being twisted into numerous pieces by a sharp knife.

He pursed his lips in pain, the sweat beaded down, and he endured hard.

Love can be painful, but pain can make a man grow up overnight. No one knows what Meng Ping will look like in the future, as the once unruly young master has faded away from the past.