Domineering husband: wealthy baby wife

"Xiao Cong, it doesn't matter if Dad gets hurt a little bit, but if Xiaotian is gone, you won't have a younger brother anymore." Rong Shaoze said again.

Xiao Cong bit his lip tightly, feeling very embarrassed.

"Don't hesitate, come on!" Rong Shaoze shouted sharply, Xiao Cong felt a pain in his heart, shouted loudly, and attacked him.

He punched Rong Shaoze hard in the stomach, and the man stepped back a few steps, his face still relaxed.

Lin Xinlan closed her eyes abruptly, her heart hurt like a knife.

"Come again!" Rong Shaoze stood firm and waved to Xiao Cong.

"Father, why didn't you fight back?!" Xiao Cong clenched his fists and asked sadly.

Rong Shaoze glanced at Yuan Ye and said with a smile: "You are my son, I will not shoot at you. Besides, some people just want to see me being beaten, so it would be so boring if I fought back."

"Haha..." Yuanye applauded appreciatively, and smiled happily: "You're right, I just want to see you being beaten up by your own son. Rong Shaoze, you really know my feelings very well." Mind."

Rong Shaoze sneered: "Your purpose is to torture me. I can't fail to see this. Xiao Cong, keep beating and don't stop."

"father!"

"Do you want to see your brother be thrown to death by him? Hurry up! Remember, don't be merciful!" Rong Shaoze said with a dark face, unable to refuse.

Xiao Cong had to listen to him.

Because the wilderness will definitely fall Xiaotian to death.

Even if Xiaotian is dead, he still has his mother, grandma, and master in his hands...

He can also threaten them with their lives.

Xiao Cong had no choice but to attack Rong Shaoze one by one.

He was crying, tears blurred his vision, but he couldn't stop, and if he stopped, he would piss off the demon.

Rong Shaoze stood still and let Xiao Cong hit him.

His body fell heavily on the ground, and his chest felt tight. He pressed his thin lips tightly, swallowed the blood in his throat back to his stomach, and slowly stood up again.

"Again!" he said firmly.

"Ah—" Xiao Cong yelled, and ran over. Two fists hit him in the stomach one after another. After dozens of punches in a row, Rong Shaoze finally couldn't hold on anymore and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

"Father!" Xiao Cong cried until he was exhausted. He stopped beating him, even if he was killed.

He hugged Rong Shaoze's body tightly, buried his face in his arms, and cried very sadly.

Lin Xinlan's teeth had bitten her lips, and there was a sweet smell of blood in her mouth.

She watched their father and son being tortured, her heart felt like someone was stabbing fiercely with a knife, she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to die.

Why, God wants to torture them like this?

Yuan Ye put his hands on the railing, condescending, watching with relish.

"Don't stop, keep going!" He said endlessly, as if he was enjoying a very exciting performance, but the performance was interrupted suddenly at the most critical point, which made him unhappy.

"Xiao Cong, continue..." Rong Shaoze pushed him away forcefully, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said with a normal smile: "Dad just vomited a little blood, he is fine, you continue."

"I won't hit, Dad, I won't hit again!" Xiao Cong shook his head violently, tears splashed everywhere on the ground following his movements.

Rong Shaoze stroked his head, and said softly: "Xiao Cong, when you were born, Dad was not by your side.