The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered - Chapter 1236

  Chapter 1236 Baili (7)

   “It’s just an illegitimate child, and you still want to come back and fight for the family property? Do you think you are worthy?”

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  A cup full of boiling water hit the left face of the seven-year-old boy.

  A large blister appeared on his left face in an instant, which was shocking.

   He gritted his teeth, eyes filled with tears, and tried his best not to scream.

   His body was trembling uncontrollably, indicating that he was in terrible pain now, and his left eye couldn’t even open.

  The elegantly dressed woman kicked him in the stomach, kicking him out like rubbish.

   “Go away! It’s bad luck to see you!”

   “Isn’t this why I brought him back because you couldn’t give birth? If you could give birth, why should I?” A man’s voice sounded beside him.

“Now that technology is so advanced, who can’t have a baby? You don’t love me at all! You went out to find a mistress and gave birth to an illegitimate child, and you dare to bring it in front of me and scream, I think you are really courageous!” The woman’s sharp voice stimulated Teenager’s eardrums.

  The next second, the boy who was so numb in pain was lifted up by a man.

   “Okay, okay, I’ll throw him out right away, don’t shout so loudly.”

  The man picked up the little boy and led him away from the big house.

  …

   After an unknown amount of time, he was thrown into a dump full of broken machines.

   “Hey, I want to raise you too, but as you can see, if people don’t accept you as a bastard, then there’s nothing I can do.” The man said that he couldn’t be blamed for it.

  The young man lying on the ground in a daze suddenly sneered, “I can’t control my lower body, and you are really good at venting your incompetence on your son.”

  The provocative tone stopped the man who was about to leave, “What did you say?”

  He turned his head and glared at the young man on the ground, “I gave birth to you because I wanted you to bring rights to me and bring you back to inherit the family property. Who would have thought that people would look down on you **** at all!”

  Youth: “A trash who only makes excuses.”

   “Bastard! If you are useless, you should die!” Enraged by him, the man turned around and stepped on his left face which was covered with blisters.

  The boy was still provoking unconvinced, “I let you give birth to me?”

   “Then you will die!”

  The man kicked him out, picked up a piece of broken copper and iron on the ground and threw it at him.

   “…”

   After not hearing anything for a while, the man turned around and left feeling unlucky.

  …

  As soon as he left, an old man who was over fifty years old sneaked out from the side, muttering: “Who is it, why are you so ruthless?”

   While talking, he went to dig the boy out of the trash.

  The boy was hit with blood on his head, and the burn on his left face was stepped on again, and the blisters burst, which should be scars.

  The old man groped for the young man and he still had a sigh of relief. He lifted him up pitifully and brought him back to his research institute.

  …

  After several days and nights of treatment, the boy finally woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a room where even a mouse would be too poor.

   There is a pile of experimental equipment next to it, and an old man is researching something with his back turned to him.

  He is not dead yet.

  He didn’t speak quietly, but the old head looked back at him as if he had noticed something.

   “Oh, wake up? Get up and go home quickly when you wake up.” His dilapidated place can’t afford two people.

   “I don’t have a home.” The boy turned over, apparently stuck on the bed and refusing to leave.

   “Hey, you kid…” The old man wanted to say something, but suddenly realized that, listening to the conversation between him and that man, that man seemed to be his father?

   So, he was lost by his father? Then he really had nowhere to go.

   After a moment of silence, the old man asked again, “Do you have a name?”

   “No.” The boy answered very simply.

  The old man fell silent again, staring at the back of the boy’s head, wondering what he was thinking.

   After a while, he said: “How about this, you call me Master, I will give you a name, and teach you to do research, what do you want?”

  The boy who was still turning his back to him immediately sat up, and shouted at him expressionlessly, “Master!”

  Old man: “…”

  Suddenly think this guy is a chicken thief?

  He looked at the young man a little uncertainly, and then said: “Well, my surname is Baili, and you take my surname. Seeing that you are destined to me, you will be called Baili Yiyuan from now on.”

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   This is a hundred ** away, and a hundred miles 1-6 is ahead.

  (end of this chapter)