A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 191 Torment
Bloodstains were immediately visible on the smooth and white back.

Meng Jianjia's words were unfavorable, and she let out a scream.

Immediately after the second whip and the third whip, each whip accumulated and suppressed its strength, and the sound of the whip was whistling like wind.Wherever Xia's back was hurt, Meng Yan asked Meng Jianjia to do the same.

Meng Jianjia screamed repeatedly, dripping with cold sweat, her face distorted in pain.

After Meng Yan finished smoking, he lifted his foot to let go of her, raised his eyebrows and said, "Vicious and vicious? Is it the first day you know me? As for what you did wrong, if you don't even know it yourself , you might as well go back and think about it, if you still can’t figure it out, then think that I just want to deal with you.”

Meng Jianjia slid along the wall and sat on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the place on her back where she had just been whipped went wrong.

Although the mulberry whip was not as heavy as after being soaked in water, the scars were not as terrifying as Xia's scarred flesh, and it did not have the piercing pain caused by concentrated salt water; but Meng Jianjia soon felt it in the burning pain. A piercing itch.

Meng Jianjia endured it again and again, until her face turned from white to red, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand to scratch her back.But she knew she couldn't do it.

As soon as the itching came up, it was more hideous than the pain.Meng Jianjia twisted her fingers, sobbed, gritted her teeth and said, "What did you do to me? Why is it so itchy..."

Meng Yan said: "You sprinkle salt into my mother's wound. I think the cost of salt is a bit high, so I made some itching powder." She squatted down behind Meng Jianjia, rubbed her chin and observed the wound on the back. The welts and welts soon turned red and dripped with blood, and he said, "I deliberately controlled my hand strength. Although it was bleeding, it wouldn't be bruised like my mother. But don't scratch it." Oh, if you scratch it, it might crack even more fiercely."

Compared to being beaten to pieces, it would be more torture to be scratched with your own hands.

Meng Jianjia was so itchy that she couldn't bear it anymore, her body twitched, and she really wanted to use her back to rub the rough wall to relieve the itching.

She scratched the wall with her fingers, afraid that if she let go, she would scratch her back.

Meng Jianjia wept blood and said, "Meng Yan, you are so cruel..."

Meng Yan said: "Next time I will be more ruthless, if you still want to try."

After finishing speaking, she turned around, went to the treetop and took out the medicine bag she had grabbed for Mrs. Xia, and left here calmly.

All of Meng Jianjia's senses were concentrated on her back, and she finally endured it to the extreme, and couldn't control it anymore, she stretched her hand to her back, at first she just scratched around the scar to relieve the itching.

But that is tantamount to scratching the itch, and the more you scratch, the more itchy.Later, her hand moved closer and closer to the welt, and then scratched it down, scratching harder and harder.

Meng Jianjia's pain was mixed with a strong joy.Her fingernails were covered with her own blood, and the welts that were not serious at first were all bloody from scratching by herself.

"Meng Yan...I will never let you go...ah..."

It happened that a few hooligans were idly idling in the back alley and happened to pass by here, but there was a woman in disheveled clothes sitting paralyzed by the wall.

Meng Jianjia rubbed her back against the wall, her pale face seemed to be in pain, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up and straighten her appearance. When she opened her eyes and saw these hooligans approaching her, her eyes were full of panic, and she murmured: "Don't ……do not come……"

The gangster couldn't help but look at her with bright eyes, probably because he didn't expect that there was a messy woman here, and she was pretty good looking.

How could they leave just like that, approaching Meng Jianjia step by step with salivating smiles.

Meng Jianjia might not be able to get rid of them if he was free, let alone right now.

Why did Meng Jianjia yell loudly, if she wanted to attract someone at this time, then she would really lose face.Not long after, Meng Jianjia made a sound like crying...

When the two attendants who escorted her woke up, they found themselves lying in a corner.When Meng Jianjia was found in the alley, it was already an hour or two later.

At that time, the few local hooligans had already gone away, and Meng Jianjia was left curled up in a corner, with a debauched appearance.

The faces of the two attendants changed, and they froze in place for a while.

Meng Jianjia knew that when they went back today, they would definitely report to Xu Mingyou what happened today.

Meng Jianjia said sadly: "I can't move anymore, one of you can carry me back to the car."

One of the two attendants came over and carried her into the car.But she hugged him and refused to let go, she leaned straight into the arms of her entourage.

"Little madam, don't do this."

Meng Jianjia stopped moving, looked at the attendant with winking eyes, and clearly felt the change in him. She said pear blossoms with rain: "Don't you want it? Have you enjoyed following the eldest son on weekdays? What's more It's still his woman, don't you want to taste what it's like?"

As soon as the attendant's body froze, Meng Jianjia continued gently, and after a while, he swayed his waist and limbs on him.

The entourage turned against the guests, and the carriage began to shake.

Another attendant stood guard outside, and when the matter was over, Meng Jianjia stretched out his hand and pulled him in again.

After returning to Xu's house in the dark, the two attendants following Meng Jianjia kept silent about today's events.

Looking at the bronze mirror, Meng Jianjia finally saw the scars on her back, which were bloody and shocking.

The itching of the wound never subsided, and when the doctor was invited to have a look, there were fine hairs scattered in the blood and flesh of the wound that had been scratched by Meng Jianjia, which could make the skin feel uncomfortable. She scratched it hard for a while, but it would make those The fine hairs dig deeper into the flesh.

The doctor can only clean the wound thoroughly for her, and wash off most of the fine hairs.There will definitely be residues on the wound, but if Meng Jianjia wants to heal, he can only endure it and stop scratching, otherwise it will be repeated repeatedly, not only will it be difficult to heal, but even if it is healed, it will leave deep scars.

During the past few days, Meng Jianjia's life was like death.

And when Xu Mingyou was away from home, one night in the alley where his house was located, someone put a sack on his head and broke his head in a daze.

When the nursing home of Xu Mingyou's family rushed over, there was no one left, except Xu Mingyou who was wrapped in a sack and curled up on the ground as if he had been beaten.

Xu Mingyou immediately sent someone to track down the group.But the other party came and went in a hurry, how could they catch up.

At that time, Xu Mingyou was sitting in the hall with bruises on his face. After the bleeding wound was bandaged, he was holding an ice pack for cold compresses.When Meng Jianjia came over, he saw his face was ferocious and terrifying.

(End of this chapter)