There is a rich second generation in the circle of friends

Zhang Zhang followed Jia Chong and Meng Yifan into the club, still thinking about the name on the plaque at the door, and soon he suddenly realized:

"I understand. The ball with the number 8 on it actually represents the character ball! And the messy character written in the front is not small, but with?"

Jia Chong: "..."

Meng Yifan: "..." For the sake of friendship, I'd better not say anything!This brain circuit is really rare in the world!

Jia Chong patted Zhang Zhang on the shoulder: "Stop worrying about the name of the billiard club, Lao Meng, Zhang Zhang and I haven't had lunch yet, you can order us something to eat."

Meng Yifan raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "What time is it, you haven't had lunch yet?"

"We were going to have lunch, but your call came in, and we missed lunch because of your appointment." Jia Chong mercilessly asked Meng Yifan to blame him and Zhang Zhang for not eating lunch.

Meng Yifan was well aware of Jia Chong's behavior of dumping the pot, but he also knew that his invitation was too sudden, so he had no choice but to accept the pot and go to order food for Jia Chong and Zhang Zhang.

Only then did Zhang Zhang discover the difference between a billiards club and a billiards hall. In a billiards club, you can not only play, but also drink like in a bar and eat like in a restaurant. Many recreational facilities, it is indeed a good place for leisure and entertainment.

Zhang Zhang was not interested in playing billiards, so he sat in the leisure area on the other side to eat, occasionally watching Jia Chong and Meng Yifan who were busy at the table.

After Jia Chong finished his shot, he asked Meng Yifan, who was rubbing chocolate powder on the club, "When are you going back to Fu County?"

"I just came here and you drive me back. My old man never treats me like this."

"I'm just asking, don't misinterpret what I mean."

Meng Yifan laughed: "I'll go back when the task is completed, but I definitely won't be able to go back this week. A friend got married on Saturday, so I have to go there."

"As far as your working status is concerned, it is estimated that you will not be able to complete the task for a while. If there are more young masters like you in the company, who will get yellow shops sooner or later, then the state organs will be able to support your big Buddha. "

"Beetle, don't make me look like a social moth. You didn't see me when I dedicated myself to serving the people."

Jia Chong bent his lips indifferently: "You just said that you will attend a friend's wedding on Saturday, what friend? It can't be your ex-girlfriend."

"Uh... don't worry about your friends, it has nothing to do with you anyway."

"It doesn't matter, Zhang Zhang also went to a wedding on Saturday."

"..." Meng Yifan thought of something, with a look of shit on his face, "No way, Hao Meimei invited him too?"

"He's been together longer than you, why should you not invite him?"

Meng Yifan felt that Jia Chong's words were a bit off-putting: "No, I said beetle, this is not an honorable deed, it seems to be an honor to be invited by Hao Meimei to the wedding."

Jia Chong put down his club and leaned against the ball case: "I didn't mean that, I just don't like the way you said Zhang Zhang."

"Old Jia...you...are not serious about him, are you?" Meng Yifan glanced at Zhang Zhang in the rest area while speaking.

"When did I say that I came here for a fake, and, you should know me, I never do things of the nature of gambling."

That's scary!

"Okay, I'll try to be nicer to him in the future, alas... You said I'm fine, what kind of photos are you posting in your circle of friends?"

Jia Chong snorted and gave Meng Yifan a critical blow: "When I succeed in proposing marriage to Zhang Zhang, I will also treat you to a wedding wine."

"You still have to ask him..." Feeling that his voice was a bit loud, Meng Yifan looked at Zhang Zhang who was sitting in the rest area with sympathy, and seeing that the other party was not paying attention at all, he lowered his voice and asked Jia Chong: "It's fine to be together, you really want to marry a man, don't say your father disagrees, it's your uncle..."

"This is my private matter, no one else can care about it." Jia Chong's voice was suddenly a little cold.

Meng Yifan knew that although Jia Chong went abroad to live with his grandmother and uncle when he was very young, he always harbored hatred for this uncle.

"There's nothing wrong with this being your private matter, but... I know you don't want to bring up the past, but, can your uncle tolerate you being with a man? Your mother..."

"Meng Yifan, you talk too much!"

Meng Yifan looked at Jia Chong's increasingly ugly face, sighed lightly, and didn't say any more.

Jia Chong took a deep breath and picked up the cue again: "At the wedding banquet on Saturday, be careful with your words, he doesn't know about Moments yet."

Seeing that Jia Chong wasn't angry, Meng Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, then changed the subject: "When are you going to tell him?"

"Looking at the timing, he now thinks that I am the one who will marry Hao Meimei."

Meng Yifan raised his eyebrows: "No wonder he went to the wedding, because he wanted to see what 'you' look like."

The corners of Jia Chong's mouth curved again: "Everyone has curiosity. If it were you, you would also want to know what the person in my circle of friends who robbed your girlfriend looks like."

Meng Yifan thought for a while: "You said if he knew that you were the beetle in the circle of friends, and I was the one who robbed his girlfriend, how would he react?"

"Abandon me."

"No way, how far has your relationship progressed? I think you should have established a relationship, how is it? Did you go to bed?"

Jia Chong glanced at Meng Yifan, who was full of gossip, bent over and hit the ball into the hole: "This is my private matter, it has nothing to do with you."

Meng Yifan chuckled: "As a matchmaker, you should pay attention to the progress of your relationship if you have nothing to do, don't you think?"

Zhang Zhang in the rest area had almost eaten, and struggled with his mobile game for a while. Seeing that the two people were having a fierce game, he didn't want to disturb them, so he turned his eyes back to the mobile phone and continued to talk with boredom. The mobile game is dead to the end.

Suddenly there was a sound of glass shattering on the ground from behind. The sound was not low, and Zhang Zhang was very close, so he subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll clean it up for you!"

"Fuck! I got drunk all over, how can I see my friends for a while!?"

"I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it, I, I will clean it up for you!"

Zhang Zhang only saw a waiter in the club with his back turned to him, bending over to wipe a young man's drink. There was a pile of broken glass on the ground beside them.

Inexplicably, Zhang Zhang felt that the back of the waiter who turned his back was somewhat familiar, as was the voice, which seemed to be...