Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

"Don't leave then you don't have to enter this house again! I will treat you as if you don't have this son!"

When I said that when the two remarried, Ji Yangkun opposed it, but he was not so angry.

This time Ji Shaoheng's approach really hurt their hearts.

Ji Shaoheng knelt his lips and knelt there, holding his waist. The beautiful facial features were devoured by the shadows. The hands hanging down on the side were tightly held together.

"I won't be able to divorce this marriage. If you stay in this house and you find it unsightly, then I will take her and Tongtong to move out."

With tears, Xie Suling said to Ji Shaoheng: "Do you have to be mad at your dad to be reconciled?"

Ji Shaoheng didn't want it either, but he couldn't help it, no matter how he was asked, but it would never work if he was divorced.

Ji Yangkun was furious and told the housekeeper: "Go and take the whip from my study!"

Several people's faces changed, and even Ji Shaoheng's pupil shrank suddenly.

The butler stood still: "Master..."

"Go!" Ji Yangkun spit out a word with an irresistible command.

The butler looked at him, and then Ji Shaoheng. He couldn't help it, so he had to go upstairs to take down the whip and hold his hands in front of him.

Ji Yangkun took it, got up and walked towards Ji Shaoheng, with a vicissitudes of meaning on his majestic face.

Although Xie Suling was also angry with Ji Shaoheng, but seeing Ji Yangkun want to hit his son, he couldn't help but stepped forward to hold him and tearfully said, "Do you really want to hit him?"

Ji Yangkun's hard face was a chilling chill: "He didn't even take our parents in my eyes, do you still care what he does?"

"But...but..." Xie Suling said two words in a row, "but", but she lowered her eyebrows and shed tears, saying nothing.

Ji Yangkun waved her away and walked step by step to Ji Shaoheng, his sharp pupils full of sadness.

"Do you know anything wrong?"

Ji Shaoheng pressed his lips tightly and nodded.

He did overdo it, but he couldn't help it.

Ji Yangkun snarled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Shaoheng lowered his head and couldn't see the emotion in his eyes: "You shouldn't be deceived, there's such a big noise."

Ji Yangkun's strong voice was not high or low, but it made people listen to the chills that oozed from the bones: "What else?"

Ji Shaoheng clenched his fingers tightly: "Should not threaten Uncle Chu."

"What else?" Ji Yangkun's voice raised the mark.

Ji Shaoheng knew that he forced him to admit to marry Fang Yaqing, but he closed his lips and said nothing.

Ji Shaoheng saw him silently and said angrily: "I ask you what else you have!"

Ji Shaoheng lowered his head, and his thin lips twitched slightly: "No more."

Ji Yangkun's face was full of anger, and a pair of sharp eyes made people look at the cold, and the hand holding the whip was shaking with anger.

He took two steps to the side, came behind Ji Shaoheng, raised his right hand and hit it.

With a snap, the whip fell on Ji Shaoheng's body, and his face suddenly turned white, clenching his teeth.

Ji Yangkun was on the head, and his hand was not too small. The whip fell down, it was a pain.

Ji Yangkun raised the whip in his hand: "If you think about it, is there any more?"

This whip was like riding a horse when he was young, and he used it to store it, but he didn't expect it to be used on his son today.

Ji Shaoheng took a breath in pain and grinned his teeth, but his eyes crossed a decisive color, and he straightened his back: "No."