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When the confinement nanny pushed open the door and entered, I suddenly heard a child's voice: "Look, sister!" This is our mommy, and she is indeed much prettier than Lin Jiu, a yellow-faced woman! Mommy is so beautiful, I love her! I raised my head suddenly and met the eyes of the confinement sister-in-law who was confused. Just when I thought I was in a trance, a new voice sounded excitedly: [Ooooh, kiss mommy, she is so beautiful! If it weren't for the sake of having a container for a smooth birth, I wouldn't want to stay in this ugly monster's belly! By the way, brother, how about we find a way to make it difficult for her to give birth? This way dad can be shy with mommy openly.

In the fifth year after being admitted to a wealthy family, my parents sent me back to the slums. The fake daughter is still pretending to be the eldest daughter of a wealthy family. "Jiaojiao has been pampered by the Gu family since she was a child. How can she endure the suffering of her biological parents?" "Zhao Di, you are different from Jiaojiao. You are used to hardship. You go back to the filial and filial home of her parents for Jiaojiao." When I was stripped naked in the slum and rushed to the pig pen to sleep, they were holding a birthday party in the villa for the fake daughter who had been raised since childhood. Later, they wanted to take the scarred me back to a wealthy family to cultivate twins. My brother trembled and begged me to stay. My parents also held my hand and said they knew they were wrong. But I never want to go home, I want to find someone. The one who pulled me out of hell and gave me a hug.

Everyone in the company can hear the voice of the cute intern. At the celebration banquet, I declined a toast due to alcohol allergy, but she looked embarrassed. [Should I tell everyone that Su Wanqing smokes and drinks in private? Otherwise, because of her pretending to be innocent, all of us will be spoiled by the CEO. After the manager heard what he said, he immediately ordered all the drinks to be taken away, and all employees were required to drink a pound of liquor. Afterwards, I was sent for gastric lavage and was hospitalized for a full week. When I applied for start-up funds from the company to advance the project, she expressed her opinion again in her mind. [There was no project at all. In fact, Su Wanqing wanted to embezzle public funds to buy gifts for the male anchor. Unfortunately, the company approved the two million and each of us colleagues had to bear the responsibility for her. When everyone heard this, they were frightened and raised objections. In order to realize this project by myself, I went around soliciting investment from clients, but on the way, I was dragged into an alley by a drunkard and humiliated. I collapsed and used my work computer to ask my colleague for help, but her voice echoed again: [She is lying again. In fact, she has no money to book a room with a male anchor, and she wants to trick a colleague into playing a fairy dance. ] In the end, no one came to save me, and I was tortured to death. It's a pity that I will never understand until my death why everyone is so indifferent. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day of the celebration party. This time, I finally heard the intern's voice.

After my grandson was born, I was filled with joy and thought that I would be able to enjoy family happiness. Unexpectedly, the day I came home from the hospital, my daughter-in-law made a rule: she refused to marry her from another generation, and I could not get close to my grandson until he was eighteen years old. I glanced at my infant grandson, and she started crying and fussing over her son. "How many times have I told you to raise children scientifically and refuse intergenerational intercourse! Does your mother want to compete with me for the child? She can only talk to the child after he is eighteen years old." I was doing laundry at home and wanted to show off my grandson's moldy saliva towel. My daughter-in-law rushed over and pushed me to the ground. "I told you not to touch my son's things! Don't you understand that you refuse to be kissed across generations? Don't you want your grandson to be close to his parents?" My son grabbed the saliva towel and threw it in my face: "Mom, why can't you do small things well? No wonder my dad died early. If not, I would have been mad at you." At that moment, I felt cold all over. After working as a cow and a horse for thirty years, the result was that he was deprived of even the right to be close to his own bloodline. In this case, I don't want the next generation of my son.

One month after breaking up, I unexpectedly became pregnant with my ex-boyfriend's child. With a look of disgust on his face, he came to my door with his delicate fiancée and slapped me: "Shameless Guda, how dare you seduce my man at a wine shop after you've been fucking dumped?" His ex-boyfriend also threw a wad of red and green money in my face: "Does a low-class woman like you deserve to be pregnant with my child? Go and get it aborted!" I was about to agree, holding back my tears. Suddenly I heard a childish voice in my belly: [Help, who is this ugly child! This baby's biological father is the only son of the richest man in Hong Kong! Mom, I beg you not to be stupid! The man opposite has asthenozoospermia, so he can't give birth to a child! In the last life, this baby died before he came out to see the world. Mom, you ended up dying on the operating table! Etc. If the child's biological father is the richest man, don't let the wealth that comes to your door go to waste!