From methamphetamine to heroin, to injection, it only takes only a short period of months
Chen Qingnan and Song Min often hugged each other and took drugs openly at home
The son was watching TV. They lifted their sleeves without hesitation, found the blood vessels, and injected heroin into each other.
Injection is more cost-effective than sucking, because it goes directly into the blood, so you only need a fraction of the usual amount to reach the wonderful paradise
After falling back to the mortal world, the world will rotate, just like the end of the world is coming. Starting sex at this time can reduce this lonely and boring contemplation
Chen Qingnan slowly discovered that his son often hid behind the crack in the door, which made him feel very upset.
He felt that his concerns were almost fulfilled a long time ago, and his son might become a slut like him.
What the hell are you always peeking at? Get back! Chen Qingnan yelled, and Chen Muyang immediately closed the door.
The father outside the door was still cursing: I knew you were going to see your father fuck your mother at a young age. Why? Will you become a rapist when you grow up?
What did you say to your son!
Please be quiet for me. After that, it was my mother's weak moan again.
Chen Muyang's peeping seemed to be a torch, igniting the violent emotions in Chen Qingnan's body.
He is not well educated and only knows that children will be obedient only if they have to beat them. So when his son does something that makes him dislike him, his hand will be waved uncontrollably.
Once, Chen Muyang stood in front of the TV with enthusiasm, imitating Ultraman's handsome movements. When Chen Qingnan saw this mentally retarded and childish behavior, and the disgusting and strange monsters in the TV scene, a nameless anger suddenly rose in his heart.
Chen Muyang suddenly fainted. He was pushed away by his father. Before he could react, he was slapped on his face again.
He looked at his father's forehead with blue veins and found that he could not cry even if he cried. He covered his little face and was stunned for a moment. Then he passed over his father and ran back to the room without saying a word. He was spanked by his father with a belt. He still couldn't cry, and he felt that his butt hurt so much, his face hurt so much, and his whole body hurt so much
Song Min ran over to stop her husband, and then said coldly to Chen Muyang: Don't watch any messy TV, don't make your father angry, be good Ah
The unhappiness of life, the unhappiness of life, all turn into treacherous violence
The little Chen Muyang often huddled in the cold corner of the wall, and his shrinking look made Chen Qingnan disgusted. He was even more angry when he saw him watching the messy cartoons. He often swung his arm for no reason to slap him.
The beating day after day made Chen Muyang feel numb, but why?
When he saw his father's angry look, he thought of an ugly monster, and he felt that there was a big black monster living in his heart.
Chen Muyang always doesn’t understand why his father always gives him an injection? Why do he always give himself an injection? Those white powders seem to be very important to him?
Chen Muyang, who was sitting on the bamboo mat, happened to see a dead fly caught in the bamboo strip.
He lay down without doing anything and began to dig dead flies into the cracks. His thin and translucent wings were blown out by the wind as lightly as feathers.
Feathers, feathers! White, white! Powder, powder!
Chen Muyang was barefoot, rummaging through the cabinets, and finally came across a small bag of heroin treasured by Chen Qingnan on the bedside table.
He took a break and ran to the toilet and poured the white flour into the toilet.
The monster comes out again, it is laughing, it waving its tumor tentacles and laughing constantly, laughing so hard that it almost burst into dark and dirty tears.
Chen Muyang, who did not consider the consequences, was finally picked up by Chen Qingnan and beaten up. This was the first time he had a nosebleed.
The little boy noticed the wet rust smell near the human body, and touched the human body with his dirty hands. The warm blood gushed out the whole finger.
He was frightened in an instant when he saw his angry father's eyes as wild dogs barking at people, and he burst into heart-wrenching crying, as if he had returned to his infancy when he knew nothing.
The boy's eyes gradually flashed with resentment, and a vague curse rolled in his throat.
When his son's flesh fist hit his arm, Chen Qingnan slapped him again without hesitation: Who the hell are you hit? Do you dare to hit you?
I don’t know if I hate my son or this son who has his own blood. Every time I hit my son, he always thinks in his heart: What kind of children do you have if a useless person like you? He is still a little slut with bad water. In the future, he will become a useless person like you. Maybe he will even leap his parents. What should he do if he is useless dog breed?
Let's kill
Look, this brat is still stubborn
Beat him to death, beat him to death!
Fuck me, and even sang against me, and beat me to death!
Song Min tried to stop him, but her husband pushed him away in a mess. She leaned against the sofa in confusion and timidly, witnessing her son crying hysterically with nosebleeds. Finally, she turned her head guiltily, but her son's unwilling pity eyes floated in her mind.
Gradually, she found that her son's eyes changed when he looked at her. Sometimes he looked like a cockroach, with disdain in his eyes; sometimes he looked like a puppy asking for love, surfing the traces of maternal love on her body.
Later, Chen Qingnan beat her son a lot, so Song Min was too lazy to care about it. She felt that her son probably had grown up and would not kiss her anymore.
If you don't kiss me, then forget it, you'll be beaten by your dad. If you beat me, you might be able to calm you down.
Chen Qingnan and Song Min often hugged each other and took drugs openly at home
The son was watching TV. They lifted their sleeves without hesitation, found the blood vessels, and injected heroin into each other.
Injection is more cost-effective than sucking, because it goes directly into the blood, so you only need a fraction of the usual amount to reach the wonderful paradise
After falling back to the mortal world, the world will rotate, just like the end of the world is coming. Starting sex at this time can reduce this lonely and boring contemplation
Chen Qingnan slowly discovered that his son often hid behind the crack in the door, which made him feel very upset.
He felt that his concerns were almost fulfilled a long time ago, and his son might become a slut like him.
What the hell are you always peeking at? Get back! Chen Qingnan yelled, and Chen Muyang immediately closed the door.
The father outside the door was still cursing: I knew you were going to see your father fuck your mother at a young age. Why? Will you become a rapist when you grow up?
What did you say to your son!
Please be quiet for me. After that, it was my mother's weak moan again.
Chen Muyang's peeping seemed to be a torch, igniting the violent emotions in Chen Qingnan's body.
He is not well educated and only knows that children will be obedient only if they have to beat them. So when his son does something that makes him dislike him, his hand will be waved uncontrollably.
Once, Chen Muyang stood in front of the TV with enthusiasm, imitating Ultraman's handsome movements. When Chen Qingnan saw this mentally retarded and childish behavior, and the disgusting and strange monsters in the TV scene, a nameless anger suddenly rose in his heart.
Chen Muyang suddenly fainted. He was pushed away by his father. Before he could react, he was slapped on his face again.
He looked at his father's forehead with blue veins and found that he could not cry even if he cried. He covered his little face and was stunned for a moment. Then he passed over his father and ran back to the room without saying a word. He was spanked by his father with a belt. He still couldn't cry, and he felt that his butt hurt so much, his face hurt so much, and his whole body hurt so much
Song Min ran over to stop her husband, and then said coldly to Chen Muyang: Don't watch any messy TV, don't make your father angry, be good Ah
The unhappiness of life, the unhappiness of life, all turn into treacherous violence
The little Chen Muyang often huddled in the cold corner of the wall, and his shrinking look made Chen Qingnan disgusted. He was even more angry when he saw him watching the messy cartoons. He often swung his arm for no reason to slap him.
The beating day after day made Chen Muyang feel numb, but why?
When he saw his father's angry look, he thought of an ugly monster, and he felt that there was a big black monster living in his heart.
Chen Muyang always doesn’t understand why his father always gives him an injection? Why do he always give himself an injection? Those white powders seem to be very important to him?
Chen Muyang, who was sitting on the bamboo mat, happened to see a dead fly caught in the bamboo strip.
He lay down without doing anything and began to dig dead flies into the cracks. His thin and translucent wings were blown out by the wind as lightly as feathers.
Feathers, feathers! White, white! Powder, powder!
Chen Muyang was barefoot, rummaging through the cabinets, and finally came across a small bag of heroin treasured by Chen Qingnan on the bedside table.
He took a break and ran to the toilet and poured the white flour into the toilet.
The monster comes out again, it is laughing, it waving its tumor tentacles and laughing constantly, laughing so hard that it almost burst into dark and dirty tears.
Chen Muyang, who did not consider the consequences, was finally picked up by Chen Qingnan and beaten up. This was the first time he had a nosebleed.
The little boy noticed the wet rust smell near the human body, and touched the human body with his dirty hands. The warm blood gushed out the whole finger.
He was frightened in an instant when he saw his angry father's eyes as wild dogs barking at people, and he burst into heart-wrenching crying, as if he had returned to his infancy when he knew nothing.
The boy's eyes gradually flashed with resentment, and a vague curse rolled in his throat.
When his son's flesh fist hit his arm, Chen Qingnan slapped him again without hesitation: Who the hell are you hit? Do you dare to hit you?
I don’t know if I hate my son or this son who has his own blood. Every time I hit my son, he always thinks in his heart: What kind of children do you have if a useless person like you? He is still a little slut with bad water. In the future, he will become a useless person like you. Maybe he will even leap his parents. What should he do if he is useless dog breed?
Let's kill
Look, this brat is still stubborn
Beat him to death, beat him to death!
Fuck me, and even sang against me, and beat me to death!
Song Min tried to stop him, but her husband pushed him away in a mess. She leaned against the sofa in confusion and timidly, witnessing her son crying hysterically with nosebleeds. Finally, she turned her head guiltily, but her son's unwilling pity eyes floated in her mind.
Gradually, she found that her son's eyes changed when he looked at her. Sometimes he looked like a cockroach, with disdain in his eyes; sometimes he looked like a puppy asking for love, surfing the traces of maternal love on her body.
Later, Chen Qingnan beat her son a lot, so Song Min was too lazy to care about it. She felt that her son probably had grown up and would not kiss her anymore.
If you don't kiss me, then forget it, you'll be beaten by your dad. If you beat me, you might be able to calm you down.
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