Young Master Zeng finally chose to let the driver pick him up. He endured the weird looks from the bar staff. After the driver came to pay, he exploded as soon as he got in the car.
"What on earth is that old immortal doing? What trouble did I get into? Wait, I will make my grandparents scold him to death for daring to freeze my card."
The driver drove silently and ignored the drunken man in the back seat.
As soon as he got home, he shook his shoes angrily and yelled: "I'm back -"
"Come up here when you come back. I'm in your room." Another roar came from upstairs.
Young Master Zeng rushed upstairs and saw his double-door door wide open. He rushed in angrily. The moment he saw his father, he cursed: "You old man, what are you doing?" Freeze my card, believe it or not, I asked grandpa to freeze your card too!”
"Hey, what are you talking about, you little brat! Do you know how much trouble you got me into?"
"What's the trouble? Why didn't I know?" Young Master Zeng threw himself onto the bed.
"Originally, it seems that you have become more stable recently. Your grandfather said that you should go to the party to meet more people, so I let you go. I never thought that you were just pretending to me."
"I'm just pretending. I went to the party. Oh, I left before the party was over. Is this trouble? The organizer is too trivial!"
Hearing his son's useless words, Zeng Daren was so angry that he wanted to take a belt and give him a good beating, but he was afraid of being scolded by the old man. He breathed heavily and asked, "Did you make a bet with someone else?" million?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Young Master Zeng asked lazily while lying on the bed.
"Did you lose the bet and run away?"
Mr. Zeng sat up and said, "The woman who complained actually came to our door?"
"You bet, just bet. If you can't afford to lose, why are you betting? It's going to bring shame to our Zeng family! Now your grandfather doesn't care about you."
"Impossible, how could grandpa ignore me for such a trivial matter."
"Is this a trivial matter? I can't even afford to bet one million. Who would dare to cooperate with our Zeng family? Your grandfather said that I will punish you this time. They will not interfere. You haven't seen your mother. Are you all here?" Zeng Daren felt a little relieved when he thought that the old man had let him discipline his son, but the old man also added "no corporal punishment", hum, there are many ways to punish, no corporal punishment No corporal punishment, although he has wanted to spank this brat for a long time.
"That's right, where's my mother?" When I see him drinking, the person who usually helps him sober up so he doesn't have a headache the next day doesn't show up today
"Your mother has returned to her old home, and no one will care about you now!"
Mr. Zeng lay back on the bed, "Tsk, it doesn't matter."
Zeng Daren's expression was ferocious, and he tried hard to control his urge to go up and beat people up. He didn't say any more nonsense. Knowing that there was nothing more he could say at this time, he turned around and walked out of the room, locking the door.
Yes, he locked the door from the outside, using a steel chain and a steel lock to lock the door tightly from the outside.
If I don't take the opportunity to teach this brat a lesson this time, he won't be called Zeng Daren!
So the next day, Young Master Zeng woke up after a full sleep and was about to go out for a walk, but found that the door could not be opened. He pulled hard but still could not open the door. He was so angry that he kicked the door hard, but it hurt his feet.
"Someone! Come quickly - old man, old guy? Old man! Dad -"
"Where's the soul?" His father's voice finally came from outside.
"Why are you locking me up? Let me out quickly! I even made an appointment with someone to go horse racing today."
"Horse racing, just in time. I haven't loosened my muscles for a long time."
Mr. Zeng banged on the door hard and shouted hysterically: "You old man, don't touch my horse!!!"
"I heard that our young master Zeng is very good at raising horses. It just so happens that Mr. Hu is also a horse lover. I wonder if he wants to sell your horses later to make a living and see if I can make a living. million."
"How dare you! Oh, let me out, I'm going to kill you!"
"Bye bye" The footsteps outside became farther and farther away, and soon there was no movement.
Master Zeng received deep malice from his father. He spun around in the room like crazy, threw things, and then tried to climb out of the window, only to find that a security net was installed.
He yelled for a while, then suddenly thought of his cell phone, and hurriedly looked for it, but couldn't find his cell phone after rummaging through it.
"You old bastard, if you dare to sell my horse, I will definitely kill you!!"
Only his voice echoed in the room, and there was no other sound.
The frustrated Master Zeng could only fall down on the bed and silently pray that his beloved horses would not be betrayed by that bastard, otherwise he would really go crazy.
As time passed, Master Zeng became hungry, but what was even more painful was that he was afraid that his horse would be sold.
Finally, he heard footsteps outside. Master Zeng quickly got up from the bed. His feet felt weak and he almost fell. He didn't care that his legs and feet were weak from hunger. He leaned against the door and shouted outside: "Dad, Dad?"
"My horse—"
"Mr. Hu liked your black horse very much, but he thought it was too strong, so he took a fancy to your bay-red horse, saying it was docile and suitable for his little daughter to ride." Zeng Daren's very happy voice came in.
"I'm sorry, uncle, how dare you sell my girlfriend!" Zeng Shao yelled.
"Little bastard, don't have such a strong taste. Let your great grandfather be buried in peace!" Zeng Daren has obviously found a way to restrain himself, and he is always angry with this brat.
"You return my red moon, you return my red moon..."
Hearing the miserable cry of the brat, Zeng Daren was simply stunned. He paced at the door with a look of surprise on his face. After the crying inside subsided, he said, "I haven't sold your Red Moon yet."
The crying inside stopped suddenly.
"But," Zeng Daren deliberately protracted his tone, "it depends on your performance."
"Tell me, how do you want me to behave?" Master Zeng asked without hesitation.
"First write a thousand-word review."
Master Zeng was stunned. He had never written anything like this before, but for the sake of his beloved horse, he bravely agreed, "Okay, but there is no pen and paper in the room."
Soon paper and pen were stuffed through the crack of the door.
"Dad, I'm hungry." Young Master Zeng, who had never properly called "Dad" since he came up with his own ideas, finally couldn't help but lower his attitude and no longer put himself on a high pedestal just for a bite to eat. Like a little ancestor.
It had been too long since he had heard his son say "Dad" in a normal way. Zeng Daren almost opened the door and let people out, but in the end he held back and decided to wait and read the self-criticism written by his son. Have you realized your mistake
So, Zeng’s father could only calm down and said, "I will give you food after you finish writing the self-reflection letter."
Master Zeng, who had not even written his exam essay well, bit the end of his pen and thought hard about the self-reflection letter.
After a while, Zeng Daren, who had been waiting outside for so long that he almost fell asleep, heard a sound coming from inside.
"Is Dad here? The review is ready."
"Put it out and let me take a look."
"No, you have to promise not to sell my Red Moon first."
Zeng Daren raised his brows and said viciously: "You brat, I understand, now the initiative is not with you, but with me!"
It was quiet inside, and two pieces of paper were pushed out from under the door.
Zeng Daren did not pick up the self-examination letter on the ground first. He loosened the chain that locked the door a little and asked his bear son to open the door. When the chain was straightened, a gap appeared between the two doors that could allow his arm to be retracted. Zeng Daren opened the door. Pushed the ham bun in.
"Just give me this?"
"Don't want to eat? Then don't eat." Zeng Daren just finished his words, and the bread was pulled inside with a swish.
Listening to the sound of his son devouring the food, Father Zeng picked up the self-examination letter in a good mood, and saw that it read crookedly:
Dad, I was wrong. I shouldn't have made a bet with a girl. The next time I meet her, she dares to accuse me if I don't beat her to death. Don't think that I don't beat women. Once I do, I will be scared even myself. No, it’s too cheap to beat her up. I want blablabla... (omitting a thousand words of various torture methods)
Zeng Daren felt that his brain was hurting. He gritted his teeth and said to the naughty child who had finished eating the bread: "Keep writing. When I get up tomorrow morning and I haven't received a satisfactory review, I will sell a good price for your Red Moon." It's the price." After saying that, he turned around and went upstairs to his room.
"Hey! Come back, I'll write, I'll write right away, don't sell my Red Moon! Dad—"
After closing the door to isolate the howling from downstairs, Zeng Daren took out his mobile phone and made a call. After the person on the other end answered the phone, he said: "Miss Xu, I'm sorry to bother you so late. . I have done what you suggested, but my son is really difficult to discipline. Although he is a little resigned, he still does not realize his mistake. What should I do next? "
"Then let's continue to lock him up until he wants to take the initiative to admit his mistake."
"It's like this..." Zeng Daren recounted roughly what happened that day, "Do you think I should lie to him tomorrow and say that his little red horse was sold?"
"You don't need to say anything, and don't say anything when he asks, just let him guess on his own. You can show your concern for his other horse appropriately to make him misunderstand that you are targeting his horse again. He wants to If you change your mind, you will try to show that you have changed your mind, and what you have to do is to guide him to persevere on the road of reforming his evil ways, even if he is just pretending, let him keep pretending."
"Okay, thank you so much, Miss Xu. If this brat in my family can change for the better, I will definitely thank Miss Xu."
"No, I just want him to apologize to me."
"Okay, I'll ask him to apologize to you later. Then I won't disturb your rest now." (To be continued)