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My daughter got married, and her husband-in-law sent me a wedding budget sheet. I don't care too much about the price. I only get married once in my life and my two children are happy. Just when I was about to transfer the money, I discovered that there was actually a one-million-dollar confinement center fee in the budget sheet. I called my son-in-law suspiciously. . .

As soon as I won the fitness industry award, a woman with a big belly cried at the door of my company, saying that I always gave up. The fake daughter sister was full of concern: "Brother, it's okay for you to be romantic in normal times, but if you mess around and cause death, it's too much. If this is spread to dad's ears, I'm afraid I won't be able to inherit the family business, and your company will not be guaranteed." The pregnant woman also held on to my clothes, heartbroken: "Yao Zheng, you can't just pat your butt and leave. He is your biological child. If you do this, you will be struck by lightning." In the gym. Customers gathered around me and pointed at me: "I didn't expect such a handsome man to be a big liar. Sure enough, your appearance cannot follow your facial features." "We demand a refund of the membership fee! We must make him bankrupt to see if he will still have money to play with women in the future!" Looking at the indignant guests, the pregnant woman crying in tears, and the gloating sister, I silently turned my ID card in my trouser pocket. There is no way, I am the queen. But, what kind of pig brain came up with making me happy to be a father?