Mr. Bai, who was rumored to be cold, decisive and murderous without batting an eyelid, was lying expressionlessly on a beach chair by the swimming pool, sunbathing.
Next to them, there were two hot bikini beauties kneeling on the ground, massaging Mr. Bai's legs. The folding fan in Mr. Bai's right hand kept blowing the cool breeze, and he held a half-smoked Ziyun cigarette in his left hand. If it weren't for the pretty girl next to him, he would look like a seventy-year-old man.
In fact, Mr. Bai is not old.
It's just that this person has experienced many ups and downs in this world, and his heart is tired and old. It is said that 36 years old is in the prime of life, an age when ordinary people are high-spirited, but Mr. Bai already has white hair on the top of his head and thin crow's feet appear at the corners of his eyes.
He looked down at the Ziyun smoke between his index fingers, and suddenly recalled what happened twenty years ago. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he slowly took a puff of the ten-dollar Ziyun. Of course it's not that he can't afford to smoke better quality cigars now that he's worth hundreds of millions, but he prefers Ziyun smoke, which has been with him for most of his life, to cigars.
Maybe he is really old, Mr. Bai smiled sarcastically.
He didn't even know that his adopted son was rebelling under his nose.
Sad? One thing, after all, even a dog that has been raised for more than ten years will still have feelings. But just a little bit. In this perverted family, he has experienced all kinds of messy things. Hehe... What do they mean?
I believe it won't be long before his good son will come with a large number of men to surround this place.