However, even so, Ming Baishang was still able to use the only day he was awake in those seven days to deal with all his work, communication and other problems, and he showed amazing abilities.
Therefore, in the past few months, not only has his career not shrunk, but his business territory has also expanded, threatening many large international business organizations, and many people have turned against him.
His wealth is accumulating, but he doesn't care about it at all. He doesn't even know how much money he has.
Because of this, British newspapers loved him even more. News about his decadent private life always appeared every day.
Every time he goes to a bar, he has his personal bodyguard on hand inside and outside the box, but no matter how drunk he is, no one dares to stop him. It is said that the only person who catches up to talk to him is his very handsome and precocious son.
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All his debauchery was like a blooming poppy, which not only did not diminish his reputation, but instead caused people to have countless romantic fantasies about this handsome, promiscuous and talented oriental businessman.
People began to make up stories about him, saying that he was hurt by love, and from then on he only languished for his lover.
Everyone talks about it.
But Mingche knew that his father was not a wild and carefree young man as described in the newspapers. On the contrary, he was using this method to destroy himself. He was burning his own life, just like a man who practiced martial arts until he misfired.
People who are possessed by demons may die from alcohol at any time.
"Daddy, it's time to go home." Cheche walked over and took the wine bottle from Ming Baishang's hand.
He was dying. He drank so much strong wine that his stomach was burning.
He knew that it was right for him to stay with his father. If he were not here, his father would be even more depraved now.
Because no one can control him.
"Go away, I want to drink, I want to drink." Ming Baishang snatched the bottle back, reached out and pushed his son away, causing Cheche to fall to the ground violently.
Ming Baishang just opened his eyes, turned over, and fell asleep again.
Cheche was so painful that tears flowed out.
"Daddy, wake up quickly. I'm Cheche. Let's go home." Cheche got up again and used his tender little hands to pull Ming Baishang's big hand hard, trying to pull him up, but
Ming Baishang remained motionless.
Cheche was sweating profusely. He had no choice but to stop. He couldn't ask Uncle Lumer or other bodyguard uncles to help. They could protect daddy's safety, but if he got close to daddy, daddy would beat him severely.
them, or fire them.
But it's different when he comes. Although his father doesn't pay attention to him, he subconsciously knows that he is thorough.
Cheche wiped the sweat from his forehead. He asked Uncle Lumer to get a wet towel. Then he sat next to Ming Baishang and wiped his face. After wiping his face, he straightened his clothes and hair.
, and beard, and then he lay on Ming Baishang's body, patted his back with a small hand, and hummed something like a lullaby in his mouth.
Slowly, he also fell asleep, and both father and son fell asleep on the chairs in this dark, chaotic, and noisy bar.
When Lu Mo saw it, he turned away and held back the tears in his eyes.
Young Master Che is so pitiful. He was sent abroad to study at such a young age, and now he has the task of taking care of the young master. If the young mistress knew about it, she would definitely be heartbroken.