The little girl Tan Ming was a monkey who was born into a wrong human womb. Her bones were stronger than those of other babies when she was born. She completed the evolution from monkey to human - walking upright - in a little over ten months. When she was one or two years old, she was already running around everywhere and became a nuisance to the family.

On Saturday noon, Sanpang and his family of three came to Wei Qian's house.

Sanpang held his troublesome daughter with one arm, and Tan Ming was like a fat mouse without a tail, holding his arm with all four paws, swaying as he walked, treating her father as a swing.

Lin Qing was jogging after the father and son, carrying something in her hand. But the chattering maid said in surprise, "Fatty, watch out for her, don't let her fall!"

Sanpang picked up Tan Ming and threw him up gently. After that, he caught him with both hands while the mother was screaming. He shook the little girl who was laughing so hard that she was jumping up and down: "Can Dad throw you down?"

Tan Ming was so happy that he was blowing bubbles.

Sanpang freed up one hand and handed it to Lin Qing: "Wife, if you can't take the things, give them to me."

Lin Qing raised his foot and kicked him on the butt: "Just take care of your kid, don't be so conceited!"

"I have a daughter but he doesn't. If I don't show off, who will?" Sanpang whistled and rang the doorbell, his breath sinking, "Your Third Brother has arrived..."

Before he could finish his shout, the door was opened from the inside.

Wei Zhiyuan took the things from Lin Qing's hand, stretched out his finger to make a "shush" sound, and whispered: "It's not up yet."

The fat man was stunned: "It's almost half past eleven, and he hasn't gotten up yet? Is he going to stop attending court early from now on?"

Lin Qing heard his prodigal husband start talking nonsense again, so he quickly raised his fist and hit him on the back. There was a muffled sound, but it was quite loud. Tan Ming climbed onto San Pang's back, looked down curiously at the source of the sound, grinned with his teeth still half grown, and clapped his hands in joy, meaning: This sound is nice, give me another one!

Sanpang bent down and put down his unfilial daughter, letting her run around the room. Then he walked to Wei Zhiyuan's side, glanced at Wei Qian's closed bedroom, and asked in a low voice: "I asked him to go - hey, there is nothing inappropriate for children in the room, right?"

Wei Zhiyuan didn't even blush, he glanced at Sanpang with a half-smile, which made Sanpang quite embarrassed.

Seeing that he was embarrassed enough, Wei Xiaoye said slowly: "How can that be possible? He was grading papers until three o'clock last night. It just so happens that he has nothing to do today, so he can just sleep."

After Wei Qian resigned, he returned to school and worked as a teaching assistant while studying for a master's degree.

Think about what their Chairman Wei looked like back then? His shirts were always ironed, and he wore a suit and leather shoes that would never go two days without being polished. Wherever he stood, he was a typical example of a beast in human clothing.

Now, after years of wandering, he has finally returned to his original nature. He wears a large vest and shorts every day when he goes out, and a pair of flip-flops on his feet, so he doesn't have to wash his socks. He walks with a clattering sound without ever lifting his feet.

Can such a big change happen in the same person?

After many days of thinking without success, Sanpang finally came to a conclusion - school is a place that destroys people.

After hearing what Wei Zhiyuan said, Sanpang said in surprise: "Why is he so busy? Just for the two dollars salary of an assistant teacher? He shouldn't need that, right?"

"Busy for nothing." Wei Zhiyuan took out the candy box and placed it in front of Tan Ming, saying, "He is really a loyal user of ours. He started playing games since he came back yesterday afternoon. He played until half past twelve. Finally, I forced him to lie down and sleep. He lay there for less than five minutes before he jumped up again and said that he had to record the grades today, and the midterm test papers had to be corrected. He also had to register the transcripts and send them to the teachers. He was busy until midnight. I have never seen someone who can cram so hard at the last minute. What did he do before?"

I don't know why, but when I saw Wei Zhiyuan complaining and scolding his brother with a gloomy face, Sanpang's mood suddenly became inexplicably sunny.

Wei Zhiyuan looked through the contact information of nearby restaurants and asked Sanpang: "How about I book a table?"

"Why book a table? We're all family, don't do that." Sanpang dodged Tan Ming's little paw that was stuffing candy into his mouth. "Taking such a naughty kid out to eat is not enough for her to be annoying because she's jumping around all the time. Let's cook it ourselves. Your sister-in-law loves to tinker in the kitchen."

Wei Zhiyuan agreed immediately: "Okay, I'll help her."

Sanpang rolled his eyes, and while the two of them were busy in the kitchen, he picked up Tan Ming and whispered, "Let's go and lift your uncle's quilt."

Since climbing up the roof to remove the tiles and other similar things, little Tan Ming has never refused anything. She grabbed a piece of chocolate in one hand and was taken away by her father without any objection.

Sanpang tiptoed and pushed open the door of Wei Qian's bedroom. Although the curtains in the room were not drawn, fine sunlight had already seeped in through the gaps. The person on the bed didn't care about the glimmer of light at all. He just occupied a narrow strip of space against the wall, without moving at all. He was naked on the upper body, and the quilt was wrapped around his body, very tightly, from the ankles to the neck, revealing a small piece of shoulder. At first glance, this outfit looked as ethereal as a charlatan in ancient Greece covered with a bed sheet.

San Pang counted on his fingers and realized that eight hours had passed since three o'clock. Since Wei Qian started wearing open-crotch pants, he had slept for

Eight solid hours?

This guy lives a comfortable life.

Sanpang felt quite unbalanced, so he threw his secret weapon Tan Ming on Wei Qian's bed.

Little boy Tan Ming loves sports and has an unusually high height and weight. When he landed on the ground with a bang, he made a hole in the soft bed surface.

Wei Qian was startled by her "light" landing. He took a lazy look at first, then stared at the squatting creature for a moment, then sat up suddenly: "Fuck, it's alive!"

The living little creature used its hands and feet and pounced happily towards Wei Qian, bringing up a fierce gust of wind. Wei Qian had not yet woken up from his nap, and instinctively stepped back a little to cushion the impact. He reached out to take the human body's weight missile and was hit by two chocolates.

When he brought the little thing to his eyes, Wei Qian was delighted: "Girl, why is it rounder? We can't follow in your father's footsteps!"

Sanpang: "Get lost!"

Although Wei Qian had left the company for more than a year, as a shareholder he would occasionally stroll around and still had great prestige in the company. Even though he was wearing slippers and shorts and looked like he had just been to a bathhouse, many old employees could not help but stand at attention when they saw him. Even the baby's mother, Lin Qing, would become a little more virtuous when she saw him.

But this kid himself had no idea what kind of freak he had become due to genetic mutation. He was extremely presumptuous in front of Wei Qian. Not only was he not afraid, he seemed to like "bullying" him.

Tan Minghou climbed onto him, stood up unsteadily, and practiced walking on the tightrope using his two long legs.

Sanpang: "Tan Ming, come down, is there anyone who plays like you?"

Tan Ming was even less afraid of this unreliable father. He stretched out his chubby little fists towards him and stomped on him happily.

Wei Qian had no choice but to stretch out his hand against the wall to prevent her from falling and hitting her head on the wall when she lost her balance: "Okay, you're not even two years old yet, and you've already punched your dad and stepped on your uncle. When you grow up, you'll definitely be a good and competent bandit with a bright future. Hey, this naughty kid, what are you doing!"

The naughty kid reached the finish line, squatted down calmly and tickled the soles of the great prophet's feet.

Sanpang saw that the midterm exam papers on the desk were all spread out and thrown on the table by Wei Qian like toilet paper, and the pens used to mark the papers had not yet been capped.

Sanpang couldn't understand a single word of the theoretical basis of the experimental design, but he understood Wei Qian's blood-red marks of deduction. After the deduction, someone seemed to be unsatisfied, and just like writing "read" in the company, he wrote the two words "fart" in a flamboyant manner.

"..." Sanpang was silent for a while, "Won't anyone complain about you at the end of the semester?"

Wei Qian said loudly: "Anyway, no one knows which teaching assistant graded it. At most, the teacher of this course will be given a bad review."

Wei Qian seemed to want to get up. Just as he was about to lift the quilt, he suddenly paused and coughed dryly: "Well, Third Brother, take the child away first. I'll get up and clean up."

Sanpang, who had known him since childhood, was unable to recover from the situation and said heartlessly: "Why don't you just put her aside?"

Wei Qian:...

They stared at each other for a moment, and Sanpang finally reacted. His old face almost turned red. He immediately picked up Tan Ming and carried him on his shoulders and walked out.

Tan Ming refused and twisted around in his arms like a worm, trying desperately to stretch out his claws to reach Wei Qian over Sanpang's shoulders.

Sanpang closed the door again, and Tan Ming let out a loud "Ao" and cried with all his might.

Lin Qing heard the baby crying and poked her head out of the kitchen in the midst of her busy schedule: "Fatty, what did you do to her again?"

Sanpang didn't answer. In fact, he couldn't help but take a sneak peek before closing the door. Wei Qian had already pulled down the quilt a little bit. Sanpang saw the large and messy red marks on the chest and felt like his soul was leaving his body at that moment.

After cutting the vegetables and washing his hands, Wei Zhiyuan came out and took Tan Ming, who was expected to become a famous actor, in his arms and gently hugged her, saying, "What's wrong, little princess? Why are you crying?"

Sanpang listened to the gentle tone and recalled the scene just now in his mind, and he got goose bumps all over his body.

After a while, Tan Ming calmed down and went to play on the balcony. Then Sanpang grabbed Wei Zhiyuan by the collar and whispered through gritted teeth: "Didn't you tell me there is nothing inappropriate for children?"

Wei Zhiyuan blinked innocently: "What do you mean by not suitable for children?"

Sanpang pointed at the door with a red face and thick neck and said: "He he he that that that..."

"Which one?" Wei Zhiyuan looked into his eyes calmly and asked, "Third brother, don't look at anything inappropriate. What did you see?"

Sanpang: “….”

Then, Wei Zhiyuan politely asked for his opinion: "There is a very deep tooth mark on my shoulder, which was bitten by him. It has not gone away after half a week. If you feel unbalanced, I will open my collar to show you?"

Sanpang: "No, Wei Zhiyuan, what the hell do you mean?"

Wei Zhiyuan said as a matter of course: "You are showing off, you didn't even notice this?"

The last sentence didn't sound like something Wei Zhiyuan would say. It was clearly the style of that old rogue Wei Qian. It was a clear example of being corrupted by the company of bad people. The fat man was speechless again.

At this moment, the door opened, and Wei Zhiyuan's expression changed immediately. He said in a voice as gentle as the autumn waters of the south of the Yangtze River: "Brother, are you up?"

Wei Qian wiped the water off his face and raised his eyelids: "Pretend!"

Sanpang inexplicably found the tacit understanding he had with Wei Qian when they were children, and they said almost at the same time: "Why are you pretending to be pure?"

The two people's voices overlapped, which made Wei Zhiyuan's eyes twitch quickly, and he stared at Sanpang's broad back.

Throughout the whole afternoon, he gave Sanpang a meaningful and sinister smile.

This directly led to Sanpang sitting for only a short while after dinner and then running away with his wife and children: "Ma Chunming and Mengmeng are getting married next week, and I'm just here to give them an invitation."

Wei Qian opened the festive invitation, only to see that at the end of the date, there were two chubby little turtles drawn on them, with half a heart on each side of their shells, which came together to form a whole.

Sometimes it doesn’t matter if you choose the wrong person. As long as you are good enough and keep it up, there will always be better people who will come and like you.

"Fools have their own luck." Wei Qian stretched out his finger and flicked the scented paper, making a pertinent evaluation of his president Ma's life.