The keyboard was placed in front of him, and Sheng Yunye knelt down with great self-awareness. His neat and well-shaped body was tight and straight, outlining his superior and smooth waistline.

Mu Qiqi glanced at him and admired her husband's kneeling so seductively for half a minute before she said, "Explain."

Sheng Yunye was already frightened by the strong oppression formed by his wife in half a minute. The angry Qibao did not dare to offend him. Now when he heard his wife speak, he quickly explained: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

Mu Qiqi: "..."

Mu Qiqi picked up a pillow and patted the man, and said fiercely: "Explain it well."

Mr. Sheng felt aggrieved: "It was indeed a misunderstanding. That woman slipped on purpose, and I had already stepped back. She even fell on me, and I finally threw her out!"

After saying that, Sheng Yunye still looked a little proud, with his chin raised and his eyes looking forward to praise.

Mu Qiqi picked up a pillow and threw it at him: "Do I know this is fake? If this were true, would you still be kneeling on the keyboard? I would have taken you to the Civil Affairs Bureau!"

Mr. Sheng smiled and coaxed his wife: "I knew Qibao was the smartest."

Mu Qiqi did not accept this trick. She hugged the pillow with a straight face and said in a serious tone: "Last time about Ye Qier's scandal, did I say that there will be a next time and I will not be lenient."

"I promise there won't be a next time, Qibao, please spare me, okay?"

"You've only done this twice in three days. If you don't let your memory grow longer, I'm afraid it will develop to three times a day in the future."

Mu Qiqi's serious scolding made Sheng Yunye feel pain in his palms and buttocks, but he still had a glimmer of hope. After all, there was no ruler here.

He was a little thankful that his straight kneeling figure relaxed a little.

However, he still saw too little of the world. Mu Qiqi took out a wooden clothes hanger from the closet and stood in front of him.

"Why were you laughing just now? You thought I couldn't beat you without a ruler?"

Sheng Yunye: "..."

"I was wrong."

"With bad attitude and this scandal, one mistake is twenty times, and two mistakes are fifty times in total. I will give you a lucky number, and it will be sixty-six."

Sheng Yunye felt that it was necessary to hire a math teacher for his wife, but now was obviously not the time to talk about this. He was more concerned about where he would suffer in the next ten minutes.

"Hit, where?"

"Strike first."

Sheng Yunye felt chilled. He hit first, then he would hit later...

Mu Qiqi held one end of the clothes hanger and said calmly: "Open your hands."

Sheng Yunye carefully spread his hands and gritted his teeth to accept the punishment.

The clothes hanger is an item similar to a triangular shape. It is made of thicker and wider wood. When the top of the hanger hits the palm, the contact area is larger and more painful.

Thirty-three strokes were completed quickly, and Sheng Yunye's entire palm became red. His broad palm trembled slightly due to pain, and it hurt just to look at it.

Soon, the other hand also finished typing.

Sheng Yunye couldn't help but blow on the palm of his hand.

"Wife, it hurts."

Mu Qiqi was very ruthless: "The beating is not over yet, I will shout after the beating."

Mr. Sheng:(.?︿?.)

Mu Qiqi placed the pillow she used to hit Sheng Yunye in front of the man and asked him to lie down.

Immediately, he swung the clothes hanger and hit it hard. The left and right buttocks had thirty-three flaps each. The force was exactly the same and he was precise.

Mu Qiqi feels like she is the Duan Shui Master of the new era.

After the beating, tears welled up in Sheng Yunye's dark eyes. His back was burning and uncomfortable, and he wanted to rub it but didn't dare. What was even more sad was that the palms of his hands were not much better either.

The triangle at the top of the clothes hanger is equivalent to two ridge marks when you hit it, which is double the pain.

Fortunately, the torture was finally over. Mr. Sheng knelt down pitifully, waiting for his wife to fall into disgrace.

"Has your memory improved?"

"It's grown!" As soon as he opened his mouth, the man's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of crying.

When he was beaten just now, he couldn't help shouting several times. Fortunately, his wife didn't dislike him. Even a soldier like him felt ashamed of himself.

"As long as it grows up." Mu Qiqi nodded, as if she heard the sound of a child downstairs.

Sheng Yunye also heard it.

He couldn't help but feel lucky that his wife beat him quickly, otherwise his screams would have been heard by the children.

That would be even more embarrassing.

"It's not enough to have a long memory." Mu Qiqi's expression remained serious.

Sheng Yunye was so frightened that he stopped breathing.

How else should his wife punish him?

Now his knees hurt, his palms hurt, buttocks hurt...

Seeing Sheng Yunye tense up with fear, Mu Qiqi couldn't help but soften her voice: "Recite the family rules again."

"Oh." Sheng Yunye, a tough man, breathed a sigh of relief. Then he recited the family rules carefully.

"First, you are not allowed to lie. You must set an example for your children. Lying will be punished."

"Second, you are not allowed to go to the bar without Qibao's permission. You will be fined if you go. If you drink alcohol, it will be double."

"Third, when Qibao is not at home, you are not allowed to leave without your consent, especially leaving the child at home and going out on your own."

"Fourth, you can't hurt yourself anymore."

"Fifth, the bed must be warmed at half past ten."

Why is Brother Yun Ye’s slightly hoarse voice so much more magnetic and beautiful??

Mu Qiqi didn't hear enough and asked him to recite it again.

"Now add the sixth article, keep a distance from the opposite sex, keep yourself clean, and don't give the media a chance to capture and spread rumors."

"Okay." Sheng Yunye nodded. He must have kept this family rule in mind.

Mu Qiqi glared at him: "What did you promise to do so quickly? Just memorizing it is not enough. Copy the family rules and consolidate them."

Copy, copy family rules?

The richest man who is already twenty-seven years old and is the largest plutocrat has to be punished like a primary school student by copying, or he should kneel down and copy. Sheng Yunye's expression is full of helplessness.

He now regrets that he just threw the blonde woman out of the room. He should have thrown that woman off the earth!

Mu Qiqi moved a chair over, with a thick notebook and a pen on it.

Looking at Sheng Yunye with an annoyed expression, Mu Qiqi had a hint of smile in her eyes: "First copy the sixth family rule sixty-six times, and then copy all the family rules twenty-two times."

Sheng Yunye: "..."

How on earth did my wife come up with these magical numbers?

"I'm going out to see the kids. You can write well." Mu Qiqi patted Sheng Yunye on the shoulder and left immediately.

She deliberately did not close the door tightly, and Sheng Yunye could clearly hear the sound of the child talking to her father-in-law and mother-in-law.

His palm was completely swollen, and the way he held the pen caused every trace of pain. In order to make his handwriting look neat before copying, the man wrote Mu Qiqi's name twenty times to practice and adapt.

Downstairs, Situ Feng saw his daughter walking downstairs and said in a loud voice: "Girl, let your husband go back and live first. The party the day after tomorrow will be crowded and may cause trouble."

Mu Qiqi was stunned for a moment, "Now?"

I'm afraid the man upstairs who just got beaten won't be able to leave.

"Today is too late, the children are tired, let's do it tomorrow."

"Okay." Mu Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief for Sheng Yunye.

The man upstairs who had just been beaten and was being punished was already so aggrieved that he was about to cry.

Let’s have a banquet, why should we separate from my wife...

Wouldn't this cost him his life?


Chapter completed!