"Old Zhang, do you need to work so hard?"
The muscular man leaned against the wall, holding an unknown cheap beer in his hand and thinking about it.
Suddenly he laughed, and his brown-black eyes narrowed——
"Those born in the year of Dog just work while wagging their tails."
Illegitimate son, crybaby CEO, x Thousand-Faced Lover Killer, irritable and vulnerable
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Zhang Sang, a miserable prodigal in his early thirties who is still on the road.
He was a bastard when he was a child, and his biological mother and nominal father randomly found a "human tooth" and sold him for 368.5 Yuan, which was enough for his poor family at that time. After all, he had always been cheap.
First, he was bought to Southeast Asia. It may be a rare lucky thing. He didn't have his heart and soul ripped out, but he became a pickpocket. Later, he stole from people he shouldn't have stolen from. It was a blessing in disguise that he was taken away and raised as a thug doing dirty work.
In the end, the leader, like him, offended the people he shouldn't have offended and died. Unwanted wild dogs like them became "homeless" again.
Later he picked up a child and was also robbed.
Later, he did everything, good and bad, all dirty work. There was nothing to say. After all, he couldn't get on the stage.
Only he knows why he is so cheap - he has always been a leech that relies on other people's approval and needs to survive.
This kind of life lasted until he picked up the "child" again while vacationing in a corner of no-man's land.
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"You don't love me, my dear. With all due respect, what you love has always been your fantasy of freedom and mother at that time. What you love is one thousandth of my disguise."
"I like to fulfill one's fantasy of love - but nothing more."
Maybe he really had a moment of affection, but it was only for those ridiculous three weeks - 21 days and 6 hours.
Intention: Can you see through my inferiority and ugliness and hug me tightly?