"Boxuan?" Song Yaping froze, she quickly stood up and wanted to go to the door to pull her son and ask him what was wrong.

The three of them were all standing at the door of the Ye family, just like the soup chicken. Under the leadership of Ye Boxuan, Zhang Yi and Xu Caizi were embarrassed, and they also followed the slippers into the living room barefoot.

Isn't there a car? Lack of heart?

Song Yaping adjusted her expression in time, turned her head sideways and peeked at Ye Zhiqing, her face put on a serious look again, quickly sat back in place, and snorted.

Although his expression was not revealed, Ye Zhiqing, who had exactly the same mentality as Song Yaping, also muttered a little in his heart. But as long as he thinks of what this evil son in front of him is doing, he can't get angry.

"Stop!"

Ye Boxuan's footprints had already stained the steps on the first floor, and he paused when he heard this.

"Uncle Ye, Aunt Ye, let Bo Xuan go upstairs, he ......"

Zhang Yi looked at Ye Zhiqing, in order to echo Xu Caizi's words, he felt that he was using the most serious expression in his life, and nodded.

At this time, Ye Boxuan had already climbed to the second floor, no matter how Ye Zhiqing scolded him, he didn't want to listen.

After Ye Boxuan entered the bedroom, he first looked around blankly, and finally his eyes fell on the photo hanging on the bedside.

On it was a 100-day photo of two children looking at each other and smiling.

He remembered nailing a picture frame with a hammer in the summer, and muttering and complaining while nailing:

"It would be nice to be able to record it. Oops, I didn't shoot the naughty little appearance of our son and daughter, forget it, deal with it. ”

How did he come back then?

……

He seemed to just smile and didn't say anything.

100 days to children three years old. They have grown up healthy, they can talk back to him when they make trouble, and Xiaowan'er can be coquettish with him, thinking of this, Ye Boxuan's stumbling footsteps stopped again.

100 days? Has he returned?

Hehe, lo and behold, he is not human, and even his days are chaotic.

Ye Boxuan laughed and laughed at himself, I see.

It turned out that his heart was actually disgusted with those so-called anniversaries.

He dislikes the long-winded summer, and he dislikes how the summer is so much to do, how to be so tossed.

Ridiculously. He had to pretend to be a man, a good man, a good man. He suppressed it and didn't express it, just to show his generosity, he cooperated perfunctorily.

Ye Boxuan unbuttoned his clothes with a wooden expression, one after another......

He also had a damp smell from his body. but fell headlong on the bed.

……

"What?!"

Song Yaping screamed and jumped up. She pointed at Xu Caizi's nose in a gaffe. "Say it to me again!"

Zhang Yi tilted his head and looked at the marble floor, and he took over the words:

"It's true, Uncle Ye, Aunt Ye!"

Ye Zhiqing take a look at this. Look at that, with a serious expression and a sharp look. And Song Yaping immediately sat down on the sofa again.

Her eldest grandson, baby granddaughter......

Song Yaping was short of breath, she clenched her teeth, but the words in her heart still poured out from between her teeth: "Okay! What a Ning Xunyi! I can't spare you! ”

Ye Zhiqing stood up with his hands behind his back, he still held the armed belt in his right hand, he took heavy steps, stood by the window, and said calmly:

"You two, leave first."

……

"Zhiqing!"

As soon as Zhang Yi and Xu Caizi left the Ye family, Song Yaping immediately stood up in a panic and shouted Ye Zhiqing's name.

Song Yaping trotted to catch up, tugging at the corner of Ye Zhiqing's clothes, and she shouted with an unbelievable look:

"Zhiqing! You can't beat your son, you can't beat him at this time, you'll ruin him! ”

Ye Zhiqing waved Song Yaping away with his big palm, Song Yaping stumbled a few steps, but despite the fact that her body was already out of balance, she stepped up three steps in one step and stopped Ye Zhiqing again, this time it turned into a plea:

"Zhiqing, listen to me, no, Boxuan, his father, you can't!"

……

The quilt was lifted.

"Smack!"

The armed belt whipped Ye Boxuan's naked back, and he only moved.

After that, with the sound of whipping and whipping, Ye Boxuan did not move again.

Song Yaping rubbed her hands back and forth as if worshipping a bodhisattva, she was stunned by her strange husband, her face was full of tears.

She muttered to herself: "My son, son, don't hit him, he doesn't feel good, don't beat him, I beg you." ”

At this time, Ye Boxuan's back was already covered with more than a dozen red marks, and he only lay stiffly on the bed, bearing everything.

After Song Yaping was flustered and shocked, she finally broke down and shouted: "Ye Zhiqing! If you hit me again, hit me! Her son was beaten in front of her mother, and Song Yaping felt as if her heart was being gouged out.

Ye Zhiqing's hair was also messed up with the action of vigorously waving the armed belt, but it couldn't mess with his heart.

Because he knows!

Because he knew that if his son didn't wake up again, it would ruin him!

Ye Zhiqing gasped, the one holding the whip pointed at Ye Boxuan, his heart was beating rapidly, and he forced himself to calm down:

"How did you let your daughter-in-law go back to this house? In what way do you face you? You eye-catching bastard!

I see how your parents will be calm when you see summer in the future?

Ye Boxuan, if your family is broken up for this reason, how should you, as a father, tell them about this past when the troubles and Xiaowan'er grow up in the future? ! ”

With Ye Zhiqing's questioning, as the bedroom door closed again, and with Song Yaping standing at the stairs crying, Ye Boxuan's closed eyes finally slipped out of a tear.

From that night on, he lay in bed for three days and three nights, and never got up again.

……

The rain was dripping down the eaves, and the summer lying in bed looked at the roof with blank eyes.

Her eyes were dry, and her wish was to rest today.

She doesn't think about what the children will eat and drink, what she will do tomorrow, what she will do at a certain time, and what she will face next. Then after dawn, be a good mother again.

She only learned about her body today, and she smiled bitterly, it turned out that she was not beaten with iron.

If she tosses it again, it will not be far from her falling, and the most powerless thing for her is that she doesn't even have the courage to fall.

……

Xiao Mao was frying vegetables with an apron on her body, she didn't care about being poured by the rain and taking a hot bath thoroughly, she was busy cooking when she entered the house, they didn't eat as adults, and the children were still waiting with their mouths open.

Serving food out of the house, Xiao Mao was almost angry and opened his mouth to scold.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Qiu sat on a small bench, with two bottles of two pots at his feet, a cigarette in his hand, and a pile of cigarette butts on the ground. When he heard the question, it was as if he hadn't listened, and his face was full of sadness and he didn't say a word.

Xiao Mao is angry, this person doesn't cook or coax children!

She looked at Xia Qiu's back and nodded, trying her best to adjust her emotions.

It is also worthy of the future Mr. Li is known for his calmness and composure.

has already figured out Xia Qiu's sulking character, and Xiao Mao is quite quick and effective to empathize.

Okay, drink, just after drinking, let me listen, and hear what your brother has to say! (To be continued.) )

PS: Am I late? Alas, I'll talk for an extra hour in the future, so that if I send it early, it will be a surprise. I understand the pain of chasing more, and it would be nice if I had saved the manuscript. I recommend the big guy to brush at half past four in the afternoon.

Regarding today's update, to be honest, I wrote with pen and paper yesterday, and I revised what I wrote many times. In fact, there is only one picture in my mind, that is, Ye Boxuan staggering down the road, followed by his brother, and next to a broken jeep driving slower than a bicycle. This has to be put in the video TV series, to put it bluntly, just follow his background, and then with the appropriate music, it can reflect his helplessness of destroying his three views, and as soon as the music sounds, everyone will automatically make up for it. It's the emotional scenes and music in the shootout movie, but I ...... It's so hard, convert into words.