Chapter 215 The belt in his hand is pulled down at his back
The little guy looked at his own father who was holding the belt in front of him and was about to pull it off at the next moment. He pursed his lips stubbornly and remained silent.
A burst of anger rushed to Huo Yanxi's forehead: "Speak to me!"
The little guy simply closed his eyes, pretending not to hear and not responding.
"Okay... I want to see if your bones are stronger or my belt is stronger!" Huo Yanxi was furious, thinking that the brat smashed the urn last time, and it's hard to say what he could do this time.
Something happened!
He pushed the brat down, made him lie down on the sofa, and whipped his back with the belt in his hand: "Don't tell me!"
The force of his blow was so strong that the little guy frowned in pain!
The little guy bit his lip and refused to make a painful sound.
His stubborn look is just like Ye Ruge's, which is really annoying!
Huo Yanxi raised his hand and wanted to whip it down again!
Finally, someone at the door shouted angrily: "Stop!"
After Su Nanqiu heard the housekeeper's report, she hurried back from the garden. As soon as she entered the room, she saw him beating her precious grandson with a belt!
"Huo Yanxi! Do you want to die?" She walked over in a few steps, pushed him away, and immediately leaned over to see her good grandson.
"Ting Shen, my poor little guy, are you okay?" Su Nanqiu nervously checked his whole body and saw that the clothes on his back were torn!
She immediately helped him sit up and took off his shirt. When she looked at his back, she saw a bruise from the belt!
The bruise is so deep. How heavy was Huo Yanxi's attack? How painful was the child?
But this kid had a sullen face and didn't shed a single tear!
He didn't cry, but Su Nanqiu was so distressed that she almost cried!
"Housekeeper, hurry up and call the family doctor!" Su Nanqiu ordered immediately.
"Yes..." The housekeeper turned around to make a phone call.
Huo Yanxi finally spoke up: "Don't call the doctor! If this brat doesn't hand over the jar today, I'm going to beat him!"
Su Nanqiu glanced at him coldly: "What jar?"
"Did this kid hide the jar on my bedside table or lost it somewhere? I asked him to hand it over but he still refused!"
Su Nanqiu stared at him coldly in disbelief: "You beat your own son for a broken jar?" He was simply crazy!
"What broken jar? You know what's in the jar!" Now there is only a jar in his eyes and heart, and he can't live without a jar!
"I know, isn't it Ye Ruge's ashes? Can dead people compare with living people? Besides, you didn't care that much when she was alive. Now that she is dead, how can you pretend to be affectionate?" Su Nan Qiuhao
Unkind sarcasm.
Huo Yanxi was silent this time, and his expression was frighteningly gloomy.
Su Nanqiu got angry when she saw him like this, especially when she saw the injury on her sweet grandson's back. She took the belt from his hand and slap bang!
She slapped him several times: "Does it hurt? Do you think it hurts? How can you hit my good grandson with a belt?"
Huo Yanxi stood there motionless and allowed her to hit him.
"I want him to tell me where the jar is?" He said in a cold tone, still insisting on this matter.
"Let me tell you where the jar is. He didn't hide it, I gave it away," Su Nanqiu said.
Huo Yanxi was surprised: "Is it you?"
"Yes, it's me. I don't want to see you talking to yourself in front of an urn every day like a lunatic! So I sent it to the temple and asked the master in the temple to chant sutras to it to get rid of its violence.
Angry." Su Nanqiu said.
Huo Yanxi heard this and walked away.
"Where to go?" Su Nanqiu asked coldly.
"Temple." He dropped the words without looking back and couldn't wait to get the jar back.
He didn't even look at his injured son. Su Nanqiu shook her head angrily and helplessly.