A Rich Family Has an Ugly Duckling ( Chinese Bl MTL Novel )

Chapter 1

Volume 1   

 Chapter 1 

　　The capital is a magical city, where there are not only the portrayal of the hardships of the people at the bottom, but also the sensuality of the upper class.

　　White-collar workers rush to write about this bustling capital, and the tears of Beijing drifters flow into this calm ocean. Living here, you are always forced to appreciate the variety of life.

　　This is an ordinary winter day.

　　The urban village within the Fourth Ring Road ushered in another unremarkable morning.

　　A black briquette was squatting on the corner of the street washing clothes against the cold wind. The hair of this black briquette is very long, and the bangs on the front of the forehead are like a dog gnawed, long and short, and paired with a small black face, it is really funny.

　　In fact, this dog gnawing bangs is the masterpiece of this black briquette. The head curtain is too long, blocking the eyes several times while walking and fell into a solid dog gnawing mud. I had no choice but to use the blunt scissors I picked up to wring it out by myself. The hair at the back is obviously long for a boy, but it can't be cut, it has to be grown long and sold for money.

　　"Little crow, hurry back, that old man of yours has drunk too much again!"

　　Heitan raised his head, looked at the person with dark eyes, and unconsciously lowered his mouth a little because of the bad news he heard, and said sullenly, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

　　Heitan's name is Chen Wu, who just turned seven years old last month. He is black and thin, with dry and yellow curly hair that curls up in all directions. It was a dark bird with the word "wu" in its name, so the residents in the shanty town called him Little Crow.

　　Chen Wu was carrying a plastic basin with missing corners. He had just returned to the small yard of his home, and before he had time to dry his wet clothes, he was used to a strong force.

　　The drunk man grabbed Chen Wu's hair and slammed it against the wall, cursing in his mouth: "I'll beat you to death, a money-losing bastard who doesn't come back for a long time, and wants to starve you to death?"

　　Chen Wu's scalp was so painful that he waved his hands and feet, wanting to resist, but he was born thin, and usually didn't have enough to eat, so he couldn't exert his strength at all.

　　Zhuang Weimin hiccupped, grabbed Chen Wu's collar impatiently, lifted him up with one hand, and inserted the other palm into Chen Wu's pants. Chen Wu's whole body was skinny and bony, except for some flesh on his buttocks. When he was stroked by the rough palm lines, it was like a piece of sandpaper being polished, and the pain was severe.

　　Chen Wu was terrified, he opened his mouth wide and bit Zhuang Weimin's palm. Zhuang Weimin didn't like cleanliness, and was used to rough work, his hands were fishy and smelly, and Chen Wu couldn't open his eyes due to the smoke.

　　He could only close his eyes and clenched his teeth tightly. Zhuang Weimin felt the pain, and kicked Chen Wu's waist. Chen Wu flew out in an instant and hit the ground heavily.

　　Zhuang Weimin's scarlet eyes were full of fierce light, and he kicked Chen Wu fiercely, and kept muttering: "Kill you debt collector! Pay me back!"

　　Seeing that he was still beating, Zhang Weishui from the next door quickly ran over and restrained him: "I can't beat him! I can kill him again!"

　　Zhuang Weimin went crazy after drinking, and when he got mad, he beat his own son with him. After the beating, he calmed down and went back to the room to sleep soundly, completely ignoring his son who was still lying on the ground.