Like a vigilant little animal, Han Han quickly raised his head: "Dad, are you planning some bad idea?"
Zhan Beihan curled his lips in a bad way and said, "I just have a bad idea, what can you do?"
Hanhan: "..." Yes.
It seems like he can't do anything.
Can't beat again and again.
I can't even scold him.
Hanhan said angrily: "I will file a complaint with my mother!"
The man sneered: "Go ahead."
"I will really go!" Hanhan increased his voice.
Zhan Beihan looked at him thoughtfully: "You said you were going to file a complaint. If I don't do something, it seems unjustifiable?"
"..." The little guy's hair suddenly stood up in alarm.
He quickly jumped off his father's knees and ran out.
Before he could even take two steps, Hanhan's little body suddenly hung in the air. Hanhan kicked his legs hard and was lifted up by the man's collar with one hand.
"Smelly daddy, what do you want to do?" Han Han's eyes widened.
Zhan Beihan laughed, lifted his son in front of him unceremoniously, raised his hand and slapped his little butt twice.
Han Han screamed in pain and instinctively reached out to cover his butt, but was thrown to the ground by the man.
The floor of the study room is covered with a thick blanket, which is silent when stepped on and does not hurt when dropped.
Like a little turtle that had turned its shell, Hanhan rolled twice on the ground, holding his buttocks in pain and bursting into tears: "Dirty daddy, you hit me so hard!"
"Aren't you going to complain to your mother? I will grant you permission."
Zhan Beihan spanked his son and immediately felt refreshed. Facing the little guy's angry little face like a pufferfish, he curled his lips and smiled wickedly: "Why don't you go and wait for me to continue spanking you?
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Hanhan: "..."
Hanhan: "Bah! Stinky daddy!"
The little guy got up from the ground, covering his buttocks. Just as he was about to run, he grinned in pain and limped out the door.
The guard at the door saw his appearance and hurriedly came to greet him: "My young prince, are you okay?"
"Ugh...butt hurts..." Hanhan rubbed it gently, and it hurt.
He sniffed and stretched out his hand to the guard: "I can't walk anymore, please carry me to my mother's yard."
The guard was about to extend his hand.
The man's cold voice came from inside the house: "No hugs allowed, let him walk over by himself."
Guard: "..."
Hanhan turned his head angrily and said, "Dirty daddy, don't go too far!"
The man said: "Scream again and slap me twice."
Hanhan: "..." His face turned red.
When the guard saw the way he covered his buttocks with both hands, he couldn't help turning his head and snickering. It seemed that he had been taught a lesson by the prince.
Things like this happen all the time.
The prince doted on the young prince very much and did not punish him corporally.
But he couldn't stand it anymore, and the young prince always liked to go against the prince. Sometimes the prince would get angry and couldn't do anything else, so he would hit his butt.
After all, there is a lot of meat.
It doesn't hurt even after being hit.
The guard thought to himself, looked at Han Han's wrinkled little face, and coaxed softly: "My young prince, the prince is in a bad mood. Please stop making excuses and leave quickly."
Otherwise, if the prince keeps his word, he will slap him a few more times and his buttocks will be swollen.
No one in Prince Yi's palace dared to disobey Zhan Beihan's order.
In the end, Han Han still limped back to the guest house with her butt in hand.