Xiao Lang came back to his senses, there was no expression on his indifferent face.

"Turn on the TV."

"Yes!"

Di Sheng turned on the TV hanging on the wall of the study, and the screen flashed, showing an old man in his fifties.

He was sitting in front of a large desk, wearing a white shirt and a black vest.

He is Xiao Lang's father, Xiao Zibin.

Xiao Zibin was leaning on the leather swivel chair, with a cigar between his fingers, his face full of vicissitudes was cold and expressionless.

A pair of eagle eyes are sharp and cold, like a knife, so sharp that people dare not look directly at them.

Xiao Lang stood respectfully in front of the TV, and bowed respectfully at ninety degrees: "Father, what instructions do you have?"

"Xiao Lang, you did something wrong, don't you know?" Xiao Zibin asked coldly.

Xiao Lang's eyes flickered, and his complexion turned a little pale.

He didn't straighten up: "Father, I know that I didn't follow the plan. Please give me a little more time, and I promise to complete the task next time."

The man in the picture raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes became sharper and darker.

"Why didn't you listen to Dr. Song, why didn't you let that girl recover her memory?"

"..." Xiao Lang still maintained the posture of bending over at [-] degrees, he pursed his lips and did not defend himself.

At this time, all excuses are useless.

"Father, I won't do it next time."

"Xiao Lang, do you know? You wasted a lot of my time."

"Sorry……"

"We've been preparing for so many years, and now we must not fall short. Xiao Lang, please remember, you can't act emotionally at any time!" Xiao Zibin's voice was faint, but somehow gave people a feeling of suffocation and danger.

Xiao Lang whispered: "I see."

"Okay, I'll give you another chance. Go learn a lesson and don't be confused next time." After Xiao Zibin finished speaking, he turned off the video chat.

Xiao Lang straightened up, pursed his lips, and raised his hand to unbutton his shirt.

His slender fingers slowly unbuttoned him, then he took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, revealing his firm, wheat-colored upper body.

"Go get the whip." He knelt down and said calmly to Di Sheng behind him.

"Master..."

"You want to disobey the order?" Xiao Lang's voice was still not fluctuating.

"Yes!" Di Sheng turned around and fetched the whip.

The whip is made of cowhide, and it can be wound several times around the hand, which is very strong.

Standing behind him holding the handle of the whip, Di Sheng looked at the faint, criss-crossing welts on his back, hesitating and daring not to make a move.

Xiao Lang lowered his eyes and said lightly, "One hundred times."

"Master, there are too many!"

"Let's hit it!" If you don't hit a hundred times, your father will not be satisfied.

This time he disobeyed his father's order and prevented Jiang Yufei from recovering his memory, which had angered his father.

How can he calm down his father without making a hundred blows...

If my father hadn't lost his temper, he wouldn't have given him these things, and he'd have sent someone else.

Others would not have the slightest bit of kindness towards Jiang Yufei.

In order to do his best to protect Jiang Yufei, he could only grit his teeth and endure the hundred blows...

"Stop dawdling, start quickly!" Xiao Lang said in a deep voice.

Seeing that he insisted, Di Sheng had no choice but to raise his whip and beat down hard!

"Crack-pump-"

The sound of the whip echoed in the study, which made people shudder and shudder.

However, the sound insulation effect of the study is very good, people outside will not hear the sound inside.

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