This story begins with my dad going to jail!
In Cell No. 79, the new prisoner was fast asleep.
She had no idea that she had become Barbie Q.
The corners of his mouth were raised, and it was obvious that he was having a sweet dream.
It turned out that he was dreaming about the only son in nine generations.
"Hey, put your fingerprints here."
In the dream, there was a two-year-old child wearing a diaper, with big black eyes that were clear and bright.
Faced with the call of his old father, he was so young that he had no idea how dangerous the world was.
The kind old father smeared red ink on his fingers and pressed clear fingerprints on a letter of guarantee.
"My name is Zeng Qi. I made a resolution at the age of two to be considerate of my parents when I grow up and give my handsome father 10 million in pocket money every year."
After pressing his fingerprints, the middle-aged man smiled and put away the letter of guarantee.
Just as he took out the second letter of guarantee and was about to continue, a cold snort sounded: "Zeng Mishan, you are unworthy of being a father. Your son is only two years old, and you let him owe tens of millions in debt. Be a human being!"
A beautiful woman raised her eyebrows and was very dissatisfied with her husband's behavior.
The Son of Man has never looked for a mountain!
Bullying the weak is extremely excessive.
Then, she snatched her son away and took out the letter of guarantee...
Oh my god! Zeng Mishan’s eyelids were fighting, and his wife was even more ruthless, asking for a small target.
The child seemed to have sensed something. His dark eyes looked at his parents pitifully, and then he burst into tears.
From now on, there is one more chosen worker in this world!
When the prisoner dreamed of this, the corners of his mouth were almost split to the back of his ears.
Suddenly the dream changed and my son was already five years old.
No matter how hard it is to raise a son or daughter in poverty, you must not make yourself suffer.
Zeng Mishan decided to cultivate his son's skills in flirting with girls from an early age.
The future betrothal gift is too expensive and it is too difficult to find a wife. Zeng Mishan, who is very careful with money, gets a headache whenever he thinks about his son's house, car and betrothal gift.
At this time, Zeng Mishan, who was shopping with his son, found a slim young lady passing by them.
"Oh, sister, you are so beautiful, except for your hair, you have legs." Zeng Mishan used cheap compliments to win the beautiful woman's shy smile.
The five-year-old child, with fair skin and tender skin, said in a baby voice, "Daddy yyds."
At this time, another young lady passed by.
"Beautiful lady, do you like reading?"
"I like it, what's wrong?"
"It's okay, uncle likes to see you too."
The beauty was stunned for a few seconds, covered her mouth and ran away, her face flushed.
The child waved his hands and looked at his old father with admiration...
The dream changed and the son was fifteen years old. He was tall and handsome.
But the smile on Zeng Mishan's face gradually faded, because his unfilial son actually tore up the debt guarantee letter, and the debt was all his own.
It wasn't torn at all.
The brat wants to shirk his debt!
Zeng Mishan felt offended.
Treason! Treason! Treason!
Oh my god...I'm so mad!
At this moment, the dream disappeared, and Zeng Mishan woke up with a start. He was dazed and confused, his brain forcibly turned on, and his consciousness was connecting...
What's that smell? It's so bad?
His nasal cavity was filled with a foul smell, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable and his stomach acid was churning.
I love it!
Could it be that my son is playing a prank on me with the fart bag again?
Judging from the degree of fuming, the amount of hydrogen sulfide used this time is quite sufficient.
Hydrogen sulfide, the main component of stinky farts, is a nightmarish smell that stinks like rotten eggs, as anyone who has experienced it knows.
Zeng Mishan had a son in his old age, a 15-year-old son named Zeng Qi.
In the rebellious period.
A typical middle school boy.
Because of the letter of guarantee, I felt unbalanced and often played pranks on myself.
Treason! Treason! Treason! Zeng Mishan almost spit out blood.
I silently said to myself: My own child, my own child, I am not angry, I am not angry.
No, it stinks, I can’t bear it anymore. When I wake up, I’m going to beat the shit out of him!
He wanted to make the rebellious son kneel down and beg for mercy:
"Dad, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again next time."
"Dad, please forgive me. I will be your good boy from now on."
"When I grow up, I'll make a lot of money for you to spend, and then I'll find you some girls."
Ahem…Forget about the young lady, my wife will definitely not agree with me helping the matchmaker to boost my performance.
Hmm... He thought about it and decided that since his son was so sensible, it wouldn't be a bad idea for him to soften his heart and give him a lighter beating.
After thinking about it, he opened his eyes and looked around.
Huh?
Zeng Mishan was stunned for a moment.
My vision is a little blurry and I don’t know where my glasses are.
Looking closely, I saw a concrete wall with a window high up and a closed iron door behind me...
Holy shit! I have a bad feeling about this.
Looking around, Zeng Mishan found himself lying on the black floor with a smelly wooden barrel in the corner.
Holy shit! Where am I?
He looked down at his clothes. He was wearing a yellow vest and heavy shackles on his ankles.
He looks just like a labor camp prisoner.
The air suddenly became quiet...
He half closed his eyes and said calmly, "I must have had a nightmare!" Then he lay down confidently.
Three seconds later, he sat up again and slapped himself three times.
If Mr. Luo Yonghao were here, he would definitely say: Well...an incredible slap in the face, I’m familiar with this!
Holy shit! This isn't a dream!
Zeng Mishan's buttocks seemed to be equipped with springs, and he bounced up with a whoosh. He looked around and vaguely saw something hanging on the wall.
Zeng Mishan, who was severely myopic, took a closer look and thought: Oh shit, am I going to jail?
It turned out that what was hanging on the wall was the "Code of Conduct for Inmates in Prison No. 79."
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