Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Another whip fell, and the flames in Ji Yangkun's eyes became more and more prosperous, and asked again, "Is it true?"

Ji Shaoheng's face was pale, he clenched his teeth tightly, and when the whip fell, there was no muffled noise.

He slowed down for a while, and waited for the severe pain from the whip to fall on his body before releasing his teeth and saying, "No."

Ji Yangkun originally just wanted to teach him a lesson, as long as he spoke, he shouldn't have happened.

Seeing that Ji Shaoheng was so stubborn for Fang Yaqing, his chest hurt and shivered.

There was an angry expression on his face. He raised his hand and dropped it, one after another, without asking Ji Shaoheng anything.

In the quiet living room, a "pop" sound sounded one after another, and the people who listened were startled.

Seeing that Ji Yangkun was fighting hard, Xie Suling was so distressed that she couldn't care about Ji Shaoheng deceived them, and her tears pleaded.

"Sir, don't fight anymore. If you fight like this, his body can't stand it."

With the sound of the whip hitting him, Ji Wenqing also watched the eyelid process jump: "Brother..."

Ji Yangkun said in anger: "None of you should plead with him, this kind of unfilial son, let me kill him today!"

When Ji Yangkun hit the first whip, Shen Youran couldn't bear to look at it and turned his head.

After a few whips, she groaned, her voice was not loud, and there was pain in her.

In this case Ji Jinchuan also expected that although he still had a faint expression, his black eyes felt a trace of regret.

At this time, Ji Yangkun was upset, saying that he could not hear anything. If he asked for pleading, it might be counterproductive.

So, his thin lips moved, and he said nothing, but his fingers tightened involuntarily.

The butler looked a little unbearable, but after all, he was a servant, so dare to ask for mercy.

After the Ten Whip, Xie Suling couldn't help it anymore, stepped forward and held Ji Yangkun, tears in her eyes.

"Master, enough, don't fight anymore, these ten whips are enough for him to remember."

Ji Yangkun looked at his little son. He was no longer kneeling straight like before, his body slightly bowed, his face pale as snow, cold sweat on his forehead, and a few strands of broken hair were wet.

Ji Wenqing also stepped forward to plead: "Brother, are you sure you want to kill him?"

Ji Yangkun shook his hand with a whip twice, and his face was full of pain: "I'll worry about killing him!"

Ji Jinchuan glanced at Ji Shaoheng, seeing that he couldn't hold it anymore, and said slowly: "Dad, the family rules are set by me. If you disagree, you should object to it from the beginning. Now you fight and fight, it's almost enough. "

The butler also said: "Master, except this time, the second younger master is quite filial. This is already the case. It is useless even if you beat him up. These injuries are enough for him to lie in bed for days. Don’t Fight again."

"Dad..." Shen Youran couldn't be indifferent and had to plead for Ji Shaoheng, but she was interrupted by Ji Yangkun's Shen Sheng as soon as she shouted.

"Okay, don't talk about it!"

Ji Yangkun was angry, but in the end he was his own son, and he could never be killed.

He looked at Ji Shaoheng, whose face was as white as snow and his expression was painful: "Do you know anything wrong?"

Ji Shaoheng's back pain caused by erosion caused his teeth to tremble, and he nodded heavily.