"Dad, I know it's wrong..." Zhao Siqing struggled to run, but he couldn't match Huo Jingchen's strength. He had to admit his mistake.
How can she make things bigger by flattering?
Is Huo Jingchen menopause?
Why is it so unreasonable.
After Huo Jingchen carried people into the box, he kicked the door, and then, without waiting for Zhao Siqing's reaction, he pressed her on the wall, raised his hand and beat her butt.
The pain burst and split instantly. Zhao Siqing was like a cat stepped on its tail, and her eyes were red instantly.
"Huo Jingchen, you bastard!"
"No mistake." Huo Jingchen opens in a deep voice. Well, he can't even compare with Shen Jingzhen.
OK, he always thought that the most important thing to guard against was Jiang Jingming's son of a bitch.
I didn't expect that Shen Jingzhe's silent murmur was the one who gave him a big move.
It's said that he speaks the truth after drinking. He's such a powerful woman.
Even after a few hard blows, Zhao Siqing's little face was red enough to shed blood, and his tears began to crack.
There was no sound in her crying, but her shoulders were all drawn one by one. The light sobbing was very clear in the excessively quiet box.
Knowing that she has a thin skin, Huo Jingchen's anger was relieved after beating her for several times.
Turning her around and looking at her tearful face, she whispered, "do you want to be a big brother's woman?"
Zhao Siqing is biting the lip, his eyes are red.
But even if you hate this bastard, she is afraid to say half a word.
On Huo Jingchen that pair of dark black eyes, gently shook his head, tears said that fell down again.
Zhao Siqing is not a person who loves crying. He doesn't hurt her much, but is too ashamed.
She's not a child. How can he beat her like that.
She has never been beaten like this since she was a child.
At the thought of this, Zhao Siqing was even more aggrieved. Tears flowed in her eyes. She wanted to divorce, but she couldn't.
Huo Jingchen wiped the tears on her face and whispered, "I think you want to be beaten."
Zhao Siqing, biting his lip, pushed him away and turned to the sofa.
But where Huo Jingchen would let her go, he directly pulled people back into his arms and whispered, "next time, I'll pick up my pants and beat them." When Zhao Siqing heard this, his eyelashes trembled and a layer of water mist came out.
"Don't touch me You stay away from me. " She struggled to avoid Huo Jingchen, with a dull pain in her ass.
Huo Jingchen wiped the tears on her face, but did not let her go.
"I don't want you..." Zhao Siqing sobbed, thinking that he actually beat her, he didn't want to talk to him.
Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little and whispered, "it's too late, don't fail."
Zhao Siqing's eyes fell silent and he was still sobbing.
Huo Jingchen coaxes for a while, and Zhao Siqing's mood finally calms down.
Seeing people coax of almost, Huo Jingchen can't help but say again: "Shen Jingzhe has my good-looking?"
"No, but he sings very well." Zhao Siqing said in a low voice and swore in his heart that if Huo Jingchen dared to beat her again, she would clean up and go back to her mother's house.
Huo Jingchen frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "I sing well."
"Then I haven't heard you sing."
"In a moment." Huo Jingchen's lips are light and his black eyes are deep.
"Really?" Zhao Siqing asked in a low voice. Her eyes and nose were red. The white, white, tender and tender girl couldn't be pitiful for a while.
Huo Jingchen couldn't help but feel a little hurt. He kissed her on the forehead and whispered, "really."