Sheng Yunye ran to the kitchen and found that his wife had cooked millet porridge for him.

Mist suddenly appeared in the corners of his eyes.

His wife still feels sorry for him.

He feels lucky.

very lucky.

Fortunately, Mu Qiqi did not abandon him.

The man happily filled two bowls of porridge and took out one bowl to feed his wife.

"Master Sheng is so awesome. You can cook it in the blink of an eye?" Mu Qiqi winked playfully, her voice full of admiration.

Faced with his wife's strange annoyance, Sheng Yunye felt so guilty that he did not dare to answer the phone. He could only use the action of blowing cold air to relieve the embarrassment.

The cooked rice porridge was indeed sweet and delicious. Mu Qiqi, who was overworked, moved her index fingers and drank it happily.

After finishing the porridge, Sheng Yunye washed the dishes consciously, and then stood behind the girl, waiting for him to leave.

"Is it time for Mr. Sheng to go back? My place is too shabby to accommodate you." Mu Qiqi stood up and pushed the man out angrily.

Unexpectedly, Mu Qiqi drove him away as soon as she opened her mouth. Sheng Yunye's eyes darkened and he directly carried the girl back to the sofa.

"Qibao, don't drive me away!"

The man knelt in front of the sofa, with a thick, brand-new washboard already lying under his knees.

"Honey, I was wrong."

The ruler was held in the palm of Sheng Yunye's hand and handed to Mu Qiqi.

Mu Qiqi lowered her eyes and saw that she had no intention of driving the person out. If Sheng Yunye left, it would be the real end.

This attitude is quite good, she can barely let go of her anger.

"What's wrong?"

Sheng Yunye's dark eyes showed loneliness and nervousness, and he was so good that he said: "I shouldn't lie to you."

"anything else?"

Sheng Yunye thought for several seconds but couldn't figure it out.

Mu Qiqi glanced at him and reminded: "Family rules."

House rules……

Sheng Yunye suddenly realized: "You shouldn't drink."

"anything else?"

Sheng Yunye frowned, why?

Will he be turned on by his wife?

Seeing that he really couldn't think of anything, Mu Qiqi reminded her again: "Hurt yourself."

"I don't!"

Mu Qiqi picked up the ruler and tapped the two faint scratches on the back of the man's hand: "What are these?"

"This is not. This is what you just caught!"

Mu Qiqi: "..."

It was obviously there before!

The blame-shifting liar!

Mu Qiqi's face darkened, and Sheng Yunye was very frightened: "Okay, I did it accidentally."

"Forget it, you are thick-skinned and thick-skinned, these two marks are nothing."

These tolerant words made Sheng Yunye feel nervous for a moment, and the next second he was brought back to his original state by Mu Qiqi: "But the stomachache has to be settled."

Sheng Yunye: "..."

"Honey, please be gentle, please."

"No." Mu Qiqi was very ruthless. After saying this, the ruler fell hard on her palm.

The familiar pain blooms like fireworks, layer upon layer, non-stop.

Sheng Yunye held his palms in his hands and accepted the punishment obediently.

You deserved it for having lied to Mu Qiqi for so long.

Mu Qiqi's strength was still very stable, and the blow was hard and painful. After a while, the man's palm became swollen, and it was even obvious that his palm was trembling.

Mu Qiqi stopped and asked, "How many times?"

"Eighty-nine."

She nodded and hit eleven more times to complete the task.

The man's palms were completely red and swollen. Mu Qiqi thought for a moment and said, "With these one hundred blows, I'll beat you for drinking without permission and making yourself sick and embarrassed."

"Yeah." His voice was trembling, obviously because the pain in his palms had not been fully digested.

Mu Qiqi picked up the pillow on the sofa and handed it to him, letting him lay down under his belly.

The perky buttocks are slightly raised, the bathrobe slides down the waist and onto the back. The red washboard complements the alluring honey-colored skin, which is extremely impactful.

Sheng Yunye's ears were completely red.

Mu Qiqi didn't say a word and punched him hard.

Sheng Yunye, who felt pain at the first blow, couldn't help but tighten and exert force, which made the knee even more painful.

One beat after another with the ruler, the beating was very rhythmic, the pain came and went, and the whole buttocks and lower body felt burning and uncomfortable.

Sheng Yunye gritted his teeth and tried hard not to scream.

The only sound left in the huge living room was the sound of being beaten. Ten minutes later, the area where he was beaten was completely red, like a burning cloud in the sky.

"How much?"

"One hundred and twenty-four." Sheng Yunye's voice trembled even more violently, with a strong cry.

It hurts so much, my butt and butt no longer belong to him.

"Do you still dare to do it in the future?"

"I don't dare anymore." The all-powerful Mr. Sheng was so obedient.

Mu Qiqi said nothing, and Sheng Yunye lay down obediently, not daring to move at all.

The pain in the back became more and more severe, and the burning sensation was very unbearable.

Just when he could hardly bear it any longer, the new pain completely overshadowed this slight discomfort.

After one hundred and fifty blows, the ruler finally broke into two pieces.

"Okay, I'm angry."

After finally hearing these words, the tears that had been rolling in the corners of Sheng Yunye's eyes finally welled up, as if he was anxious to go on a trip and couldn't stop them at all.

Since he was lying on his stomach, Mu Qiqi had no idea that by the time she asked him to stand up and kneel upright, the special forces king had used his superb professionalism to stop his tears, leaving only wet eyelashes and red eye circles.

This look was quite pitiful, and Mu Qiqi couldn't help but raise her palms to rub his hair.

"Wife..." As soon as Sheng Yunye opened her mouth, the tears she had been holding back came back to the scene, and she cried so hard that she couldn't control it.

Mu Qiqi took out a tissue and wiped his tears. It took three pieces of paper to wipe them clean.

"Honey, I won't lie to you again. Please forgive me, please!" The slightly hoarse voice from crying doubled the pity, and the lowly begging look made Mu Qiqi's heart soften.

But she was still a little concerned. If she didn't talk about this problem, it would make her more and more irritable.

Her tone was full of sadness: "Sheng Yunye, we started with your deception, everything is false. So, how should I trust you?"

"No, it's not like that." Sheng Yunye became anxious and explained hurriedly: "Except for me hiding my identity from you, everything else is true, more true than pearls."

"Zero multiplied by any number is zero." Because it was wrong from the beginning, everything after that is ridiculous.

"Why can't it be addition?" Sheng Yunye knelt straight, carefully grabbed the girl's hand with his swollen and painful palm, and slowly tightened it.

"The fact that I hide my identity is a minus, but our relationship is real, my liking for you is real, I want to take good care of you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Sheng Yunye took out his marriage certificate: "And this one, it's also true."

It was arranged in advance when they got married, and what Mu Qiqi took away was a pair of false name certificates, but the real ones he had kept in the safe.

"Qibao, give me a chance and let me add back the points you subtracted one by one, okay?"

Mu Qiqi didn't know that she was being tricked by Sheng Yunye, but she actually found this paragraph quite reasonable.

Love is a slow and steady process, and she should not choose an algorithm with big ups and downs like multiplication and division.

After she figured it out, her depression disappeared. She smiled brightly at Sheng Yunye and said sharply: "Sheng Yunye, you owe me a thousand points!"


Chapter completed!