《I didn't want to be reincarnated》-- 0001 Don't drive after drinking

In the magnificent private rooms of Jianye International Hotel, a group of well dressed men and women were pushing cups and exchanging cups, their faces and ears flushed as they drank.
Mr. Chen, please take care of your future business
Mr. Chen, I'll give you another toast. Feel free, I'll do it
Mr. Chen, I wish you a prosperous future with abundant financial resources
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The protagonist on the table is called Chen Hansheng, and basically toasting or flattering is related to him.
I don't know which woman is so lucky to marry a man like Mr. Chen
A blushing woman picked up her glass and said coquettishly.
At the age of 35, Chen Hansheng was at the peak of a man's energy, experience, and abilities. His social status gave him a relaxed and relaxed attitude, coupled with his excellent conversation, which often attracted women's attention.
Miss Zhang doesn't know yet, Mr. Chen hasn't gotten married yet. He's the real diamond king, "someone immediately chimed in.
That must be because Mr. Chen has too high an eye for us common rouge fans
The woman replied with a smile, then handed over a business card with both hands. As her gaze flowed, water dripped out and she said softly, "Mr. Chen has a great business, but we also need to find a balance between family and career
Chen Hansheng politely took the business card, but as soon as they touched, he suddenly felt an itch in his palm. It turned out that Miss Zhang extended her index finger and gently slid it in her palm, then gazed at him affectionately.
Chen Hansheng smiled and sat down calmly.
After the entertainment ended, most of the people at the table felt drunk. As the beautiful woman surnamed Zhang left, she reluctantly glanced at Chen Hansheng.
Chen Hansheng understood and made a gesture to make a phone call, which made her smile.
The subordinate walked over and said, "Mr. Chen, I will take you back
No need
Chen Hansheng waved his hand and said, "I bought a new house in the opposite community, and I can drive it back myself, which is less than 100 meters
After his subordinates left, Chen Hansheng slowly walked back to the Land Rover and leaned back on the leather seats, revealing deep fatigue on his face.
After every social interaction, besides having a stomach full of alcohol, my mood is always inexplicably suppressed, and there is even a sense of helplessness and emptiness.
People in the Jianghu cannot help themselves.
Whoa
Chen Hansheng exhaled heavily with a foul breath. If he used vulgar money to evaluate happiness, in fact, he was already happier than most people and should not complain too much.
When he turned on the car stereo and fastened his seat belt to start, Chen Hansheng suddenly felt a hard object in his pocket. It turned out to be the beautiful business card of Miss Zhang during the social event.
Zhang Mingrong, the name is quite good
Chen Hansheng smiled and lightly flicked the exquisite business card, sliding through an arc in the night and falling to the ground, before the Land Rover tires mercilessly crushed it.
The fame and fortune market of adults always involves playing tricks, and whoever takes it seriously is a fool.
In a Land Rover, the melody of 'Five Hundred Miles Away from Home' wafts back and forth.
If you miss the train I'm on
If you cross my train
You will know that I am gone
You will know that I have left my hometown far away
You can hear the whistle blow
You can hear it roar with anger
A hunted miles
Leaving for a hundred miles
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The lyrics of this song are far from Chen Hansheng's current life, but the artistic conception deeply infects him, frequently using numerals and repetition to express the hardships of life's journey.
Throughout history, people who have left their hometowns to seek a living may be rich or poor, but whether they are rich or poor, the sorrow of separation in their hearts is forever indelible.
It's been a long time since I saw my parents, why don't we go see them all night
Thinking about it this way, under the influence of the aftertaste of foreign wine, Chen Hansheng instinctively turned the steering wheel.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light shone from the side, and with a loud bang, Chen Hansheng knew nothing.
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Han Sheng, wake up quickly. The bus is about to arrive
In a daze, Chen Hansheng was awakened by a voice, his eyes shining with sunlight, and his head tingling with alcohol.
Damn it, we must definitely not drink so much alcohol next time
Chen Hansheng frowned and cursed.
Yesterday was the last class gathering in high school, and everyone drank a lot. Besides, it doesn't matter if you're feeling down and drunk in love
The speaker was a young man around 17 or 18 years old, with a chubby figure and dark skin. He grinned again and said, "I have long advised you not to confess to Xiao Rongyu. You insisted on giving it a try while the college entrance examination was over. What was the result
I like her so much, and you are just a useless ghost
The black fat man gloated and saw Chen Hansheng's eyes staring straight at him. He was still a bit unhappy and said, "You're angry when you say something bad about Xiao Rongyu
We are playmates who grew up together, and you and she have been high school classmates for three years. I suggest treating last night's incident as a memory and letting it drift away with the wind
Watching him continue to nag, Chen Hansheng couldn't help but interrupt, "Who are you
Me
The young man's face was first surprised, then turned into anger. After the vehicle arrived at the station, he picked up Chen Hansheng's footsteps and got out of the car, saying loudly, "Broken love is not amnesia. I am your good brother Wang Zibo, will you forget your name is Chen Hansheng
Wang Zibo
Chen Hansheng does have a good friend named Wang Zibo, but he is currently not in China.
Isn't Wang Zibo in Iraq
Son of a bitch, Chen Hansheng. Iraq is so chaotic now, and the Americans are preparing to attack Saddam. Are you cursing me to die early
This time, Chen Hansheng stopped speaking because he was staring at the reflective glass on the bus stop in a daze. The reflection on it was also a teenager, familiar but unfamiliar, with a little furry beard on his mouth.
The sky is azure and cloudless, the road is still muddy, and the flying dust is clearly visible in the sunlight. The barber shop on the roadside is playing high pitched speakers recklessly.
Accompany you to watch the meteor shower fall on this earth, let your tears fall on my shoulder
Combining the scene in front of him with the songs playing in the streets and alleys, Chen Hansheng suddenly felt a bit dizzy. This clich é d scene happened to him, and suddenly his stomach surged again. Chen Hansheng couldn't help but walk to the roadside and vomit.
Wang Zibo didn't dislike it either. He walked over and patted his back to comfort him, saying, "Just spit it out and you'll be fine
After everything in his stomach was vomited out, Chen Hansheng gradually regained consciousness, and Wang Zibo's current image finally overlapped with his memory.
Where are we going now? "Chen Hansheng raised his head with difficulty.
Go to the school to get the admission letter
Now that Wang Zibo is no longer strange, his strange act of being a friend comes from last night's never-ending confession.
In this way, Chen Hansheng really remembered when he went to school with Wang Zibo to get the admission letter. He was a regular second tier student, while Wang Zibo was a first tier student.
This year is not 2019, it is 2002.
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