super prodigal

Chapter 2 The word trash is not a good word.

Hades and the underground management officials all retreated, leaving a few underground "surgeons" who gave Zhang Qiong anesthesia.

There was a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, a burst of drowsiness hit him, and his eyes slowly closed.

In a daze, it seemed as if a big hole had been opened in his head, and a chip had been implanted.

When the chip was organically connected with the brain organs, he seemed to have been electrocuted, his whole head was short-circuited, and he fell into a coma, and finally a wisp of soul floated out of his body.

Floating, floating, floating out of the extremely dark underworld, floating up to the clouds in the blue sky, and finally floating directly into a luxurious villa.The large chandelier on the roof of this villa is all inlaid with diamonds, the walls are inlaid with gold and silver, and the cabinets are full of agate and porcelain.

Zhang Qiong was sitting on a huge Simmons bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked at everything with satisfaction.

"Well! Yes, this is really a good pregnancy. My father is not a king, at least he must be a prince."

Just when Zhang Qiong was in high spirits, two people walked by the 40 square centimeter bathing pool outside the villa.

A woman's voice came from far away, "Dad, you are going to marry me to that poor fool, you are selling your daughter!"

"Oh? Poor fool?" Hearing this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled disapprovingly.

He thought, "In this life, I'm sure I'm not a poor fool. In this life...haha, let's enjoy the glory and wealth, enjoy life, and let's squander, prodigal, huh huh!"

Thinking about it is a bit impatient.

……

outside the villa.

In addition to the father and daughter, a middle-aged woman's voice came from the aisle. She grabbed a tanned boy by the ear and cursed angrily: "Chen Xiaoliu, you have to learn from Zhang Qiong, the prodigal son of the Zhang family. Madam, I peeled off your skin, cramped your tendons, and broke your legs!"

Zhang Qiong, who was lying on the big bed, glanced at the mother and daughter outside the window, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and thought: "Who are they? How can anyone curse a child like that?"

However, after thinking about it, "Hey? No, my name is Zhang Qiong. I'm the one who won't say it, right?"

Muttering to himself: "No, I have to go to hell and ask Hades what's going on!"

This was overheard by the woman and the man walking out of the window, and the woman stomped her feet angrily and said, "Dad, did you hear that? For business to marry me to such a waste, you are equivalent to selling your daughter, I can't accept this fact at all."

The man wearing a jazz hat, a small goatee, a cane, and a briefcase on his waist smiled at the woman and said, "Hey, my dear daughter, isn't it good that the fool of the Zhang family is dead? We can just annex their family." All the business."

After listening to her father's words, the woman stomped her embroidered shoes on the floor tiles several times, then pointed at the old man with a finger like bamboo shoots, and said coldly, "Dad, you! You...he's dead , What should they do with so much money? Who will spend it? Who will live in such a big villa, and who will inherit his family’s so many companies? "

Hearing this, the old man laughed convulsively, "Oh, daughter, what you said, of course it belongs to our father and daughter, his sick child, you work hard and try to send him to the west at the end of the month , from now on, this family property will be ours, and then you can find a bunch of men if you want!"

Zhang Qiong listened to the loud discussion of his father and daughter outside, and he glanced at the luxurious yard outside his house.

In the yard, the swimming pool, gymnasium, parking lot, and even the golf course, the TM plane, and the rocket launch site are all under construction. It seems that his status is at least a prince, or he is definitely a cosmic security, but what he wonders is that the woman said that he Is it a waste?
Trash is not a good word.

(End of this chapter)