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I used to be a rich second generation, I was rich, I was still handsome.

I'm a veritable rich and handsome.

I've always drunk milk with a glass and a pour-over.

I've always bought two cars, smashed one, and drove one.

I sleep with girls, and I always sleep two.

Even if it's Viagra, I take two at a time.

For this, I was taken to the hospital several times for gastric lavage.

Thankfully, thanks to my dad's huge financial backing, I didn't die.

Of course, as a rich second generation, I am not without troubles.

I feel like I'm full of strengths, but the only downside is my name.

Speaking of this name, I am full of resentment towards my dad.

At one point, I suspected that I wasn't my father's own.

It must have been sent with a phone bill.

I remember one time I went to the Public Security Bureau with my father's household registration book to change my name.

How did I know that my father had been in ambush at the Public Security Bureau for a long time, and there were spies.

Within three minutes of my steps through the gates of the Public Security Bureau, my father took me home.

That time I had a heated argument with my dad.

I shouted to my dad, "I don't want to call Dou Bi." ”

My dad slapped me in the face, and said to me even louder: "What's wrong with Doubi, let me tell you, you're determined to be Doubi in this life." ”

That time I paid the price of lying in the hospital for half a month.

However, it didn't work for eggs, and I still called Doubi.

It made me even more convinced that I must not have been born to my father.

In order to strengthen my idea, I secretly went to the hospital for a paternity test after I was discharged from the hospital.

However, what I didn't expect was that my dad was simply a treacherous man, and there were even people from him in the hospital.

So I entered the hospital again, still with the familiar taste and the original recipe.

Not the slightest bit has changed.

This time I was in the hospital for a month.

But it's all worth it.

Because what makes me happy is that I am indeed my father's own.

Of course, while I was happy, I was also puzzled.

Because whose father would give his son such a forced name.

Later, I accidentally learned about it from my mother.

This is my dad's grudge against my grandfather.

Because, my dad called Dou Er Silly.

He did what I did back then, but of course it didn't work out.

At one point, he wanted to kill his father, who was my grandfather.

He has used poisoning, assassination, and all kinds of cruel and vicious methods.

So he spent most of his childhood in a hospital bed.

Later, he was so heartbroken that he swore that since he couldn't deal with my grandfather, he would also give birth to an unlucky child and vent his resentment against my grandfather on that unlucky child.

Unfortunately, I was the unlucky kid.

So, I'm destined to be funny for the rest of my life. If I had a child, he would be dead.

May I never have children!(To be continued)