Ji's old house

Not only did Huan Li not take Rong Yi back to Ji's house, but was taken over by Rong Yi and entered the police station. Ji Gong Ji Zhiyi had already received the news.

Now, Huan Li is standing beside her, and there is no fear on her face. Even if the Huan family has fallen, the foundation of the century-old family has not been lost.

This is also the reason why Duke Ji agreed to Huan Li marry into the Ji family.

Mr. Ji, who was like an old fox, sat in an old rocking chair, shaking and shaking. Next to him, a servant who served tea brewed a pot of Biluochun for Mr. Ji.

Huan Li bent down, picked up the small teacup, and handed it over respectfully, "Tonight, my daughter-in-law is reckless, please punish me."

There is nothing we can do about it, but if we fail, there is no excuse to say that we will take the initiative to admit our mistakes and accept punishments, which will make us more transparent.

"From the third family, you have always been smarter than the old family, and the second family, this time, you are indeed reckless." Mr. Ji took the tea handed over by his daughter-in-law and in front of the servants, he would not be embarrassed. "Apart from being reckless, do you know where you were wrong?"

Huan Li lowered his head and received the teachings, "I don't know, please give me advice."

"No, you know very well." Mr. Ji took the tea, but did not drink it, and put it back on the desk that was level with the rocking chair. When Huan Li Yuguang saw it, his always calm expression finally felt a little panic.

"You are very smart," as Mr. Ji closed his eyes as the rocking chair slowly shaking, another servant who served him closed his eyes.

The thin blanket on his arm gently covered Mr. Ji, the head of the Ji family, who was like an old fox, seemed to be asleep.

In the quaint old house of Ji's family, there was a faint fragrance of flowers. Outside, the moon was hazy, the tree shadows were swaying, and it was quiet. The only "climb" sound of a rocking chair was rolling through my ears.

Huan Li had a thin layer of cold sweat on his back.

"Daughter-in-law, I know my mistake."

Her little thoughts were not hidden from her father-in-law who held the entire Ji family.

After a while, when Huan Li felt that she was about to stand up, Mr. Ji said lightly: "Well, go back."

Let Huan Li let this matter go for the time being. Next, let’s see Huan Li himself.

If a person with the blood of the Huan family has talent, all major families want it, and the Ji family is no exception.

Huan Li slowly retreated, retreated until the door before she dared to turn around and left with her back to Ji Gong.

In the living room outside, there are the sounds of nature and Buddha, and the elegant sandalwood fragrance lingers quietly.

Mrs. Ji has worshipped Buddha for many years, and there is a faint sandalwood everywhere in her old house.

At this moment, Mrs. Ji, a kind-hearted lady, was waiting for her little daughter-in-law to come over with her old hair bun. She sat in a mahogany carving, a mahogany sofa of a certain age. She was wearing a loose cheongsam with a knot on her shoulders, and sat dignifiedly.

Hearing the slight footsteps coming across the wooden floor, the Buddhist beads in Mrs. Ji's hand turned a little faster, until Huan Li appeared, and the kind-eyed old man suddenly raised his head. At that moment, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and even his wrinkles were sperm.

"Kneel down."

In the Buddhist voice that was sober, Mrs. Ji's voice came calmly, as if she was asking "Is the weather good?" Huan Li had already kneeled down.

After many years of worshipping Buddha, he also removed the momentum of the mistress of the family.

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Mi Family

The trembling Mixia came out of the car, opened the fingerprint lock crying all the way, and rushed into the living room, "Dad, mom, I was bullied today, wuwu, I..."

"Kneel down!!" In the living room, Mi's father shouted loudly, but with fear, Mixia's crying stopped abruptly. She saw two strangers standing in the living room, while her parents were sitting on the sofa with their bodies tense, looking very scared.

Misha stopped, and Wuming's fear suddenly climbed into his heart.

"Mr. Mi, you can start." The stranger spoke coldly, his voice as cold as mechanically.

Mi's father stood up while sweating, picked up the belt on the coffee table, and walked towards his daughter Mixia. Mixia retreated, looking frightened, "Dad, dad...you...you...you..."

As his eyes fell on the belt, Misha looked up in disbelief and said, "Dad, you, you, you want to hit me?! I know I'm outside..."

"You still have the face to lift it outside!" Mi's father was so angry that he stepped on his feet and pulled it straight towards Mixia.

Mrs. Mi dared not stop her, and she felt sorry for her daughter. From the second her husband raised her belt, she couldn't bear to close her eyes and not look at her.

"ah!!"

Mixia was hit by the belt, and the position where she was whipping suddenly felt so painful, she cried and screamed, and she couldn't figure out the situation at all, "Dad, you... you hit me, I'm outside...ah...mom...mom..."

Speaking of "outside" twice, Mi's father pulled off the belt again, and pulled Mixia desperately avoided Mi's mother for help, "Mom, mom, dad hit me... wu... wu... mom..."

Never beaten by his parents, nor even scolded him for being harsh. Misha felt so aggrieved that she cried even louder than before.

Seeing that the evil deed who had caused a great disaster and had the face to ask for help, Mi's father was shocked and afraid, and he became even more angry. He pulled down another belt to block Mixia's way.

When Mi's mother saw her daughter suffer, she covered her face and cried.

"Mr. Mi, you are wrong."

The strange man spoke again, and Mixia seemed to have found the key. She was crying and avoided the belt her father plucked, pointed at the strange man, and shouted, "What are you! This is my family...ah..."

This time, it was not Mi's father who taught him a lesson, but a strange man who took the opportunity to teach him a lesson. A steel ball popped up between his fingers and hit Mixia's mouth directly.

In a blink of an eye, Mixia's mouth was covered in blood and her crying louder.

Mi's father gritted his teeth and shouted at the servant next to him who was so angry that he dared not breathe, "Why are you still standing there? Hold her down!"

Your Highness told that all the girls who participated tonight would use a belt to draw fifty, and the boy would hold it and beat it, and the same belt would be drawn fifty, and he would record videos on the spot, and he would need to check and confirm.

"Ah... let go of me...Dad...Mom, you...you...you want to kill me...Ah! Ah!!" Resistance is invalid, struggle is invalid, and protest is even more invalid.

Mrs. Mi did not dare to look and beg for her to leave. The strange man did not say anything, but just glanced at Mrs. Mi indifferently, her eyes as thin as a cold blade, extremely cold.

His Highness ordered his father to teach him a lesson and his mother watched the whole process.

If there is any violation of the order...

Oh

The consequences are at your own risk.

Mixia pressed her to the marble coffee table, Mi's father held up his belt and thrust hard. Mrs. Mi tightened her clothes and cried.

“…30,31,32…40…”

The strange man was calculating coldly. Whether it was Qiao Mixin or the other three boys, there were two strange men in their respective homes to supervise their respective parents.

Qiao Lanxin fainted after thirty strokes. Qiao's mother pleaded for mercy. Can she let her daughter go? The strange man said indifferently: "Since my wife can't bear it, why not let me take action."

If they take action, will their daughter Lanxin still have any activities?

Father Qiao did not stop and continued to smoke.
Chapter completed!