Song Cheng's gaze turned to me, my scalp was numb, and I didn't even dare to look at him, so I hurriedly looked away.

Shen Youyou looked at me in surprise: "You?"

I inhaled hard, nodded forcefully under Song Cheng's burning gaze.

She was silent for a few seconds before handing me the whip.

I quickly took it and squeezed it in my hand.

The leather whip is moderately soft and hard, and I don't know what is wrapped on the outside. I tapped on the back of my hand, and it hurt a bit.

"Who is this?" In the video, the man asks indifferently.

"Dad, this is one of my employees." Shen Youyou explained.

I quietly raised my eyelids, and saw a little bit of the man's appearance from the side of the computer screen, his temples were gray, he looked old, his face was not angry and arrogant, and he looked more serious than the previous Jiang Ju.

"Okay, it's up to you to fight." He poked the crutch in his hand to the ground and said in a deep voice, "Thirty lashes, give me a hard beating, I don't believe that he doesn't have a long memory." ”

When I heard so many whips, my hands and feet were cold with fright, and my lips trembled to intercede.

"If you want to fight, what are you grinding?" Suddenly, Song Cheng raised his head and yelled at me, scaring away my little guts.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on my back, and I quickly raised the leather whip in my hand and threw it at his back.

He still has marks on his back from my fingernails when I was emotional. Especially in the shoulders and lower back, there are countless wounds and bruises that I have scratched.

At this time, it looks simply shocking.

The first whip missed, and my heart trembled terribly.

Although the tail of the whip only swept over his back, he shrunk his shoulders in pain.

I gasped, and I couldn't get the second whip down, and the hand holding the whip was shaking all the time.

"What's the wrong with you, can you do it all in one sitting?" Song Cheng suddenly raised his head and yelled at me.

I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes slightly, wanting to release the water, but I didn't dare to do it too obviously, and it was very difficult to finish the thirty lashes.

Thirty lashes were all blown, and my clothes were soaked with sweat.

Song Cheng was no better, his back was full of beads of sweat, mixed with deranged whip marks, and he looked extremely terrifying.

He propped his hands on his knees, gasped a few breaths, looked up at the camera, and said with a mocking smile, "Now you're satisfied?"

"You bastard!" The old man was furious, and his crutches stretched out towards the screen, as if he was going to poke Song Cheng in the face through the screen.

"Dad, are you angry with Xiaocheng again?"

Just then, a man in a wheelchair appears behind the screen.

The person who was so angry just now that he blew his beard and stared at him immediately suppressed his temper, turned his head to the person and said, "Why are you here, not to let you have a good rest."

"I heard you're angry with Kojo, can I not come?" The man smiled and comforted, "Xiaocheng is still young, and he will be sensible in two years." ”

"He's still young? It's twenty-four! The old man shouted angrily, "How much did you do for your family when you were twenty-four, and what about him?" Messing with trouble all day long, I haven't done anything serious. ”

I stood stunned, still holding the whip in my hand, watching Song Cheng's shoulders collapse.

He gasped for breath twice and suddenly stood up from the ground.

His father was stunned for a moment, and then yelled, "You kneel down for me."

Song Cheng glanced at him coldly: "It's all fought, what else do you want?"

"You look like this, are you worthy of your mother?" The old man looked at him with hatred, and suddenly his eyes caught a glimpse of me, and he immediately scolded fiercely, "What you can't see, get out." ”

I was so excited that I quickly put the whip back on my desk and ran out of the office in a disgraced state.

When I got to the door, I didn't want to leave.

When the door was closed, I secretly left a crack and stood by the door to eavesdrop on the movement inside.

But the voice was not so loud that it was almost impossible to hear.

I leaned against the wall, feeling the sweat all over my body sliding down my body, and after a while, I was cold.

I moved my almost stiff finger joints, and I knocked on the back of my hand just now, and now it hurts hotly.

I can't imagine what Song Cheng will hurt after the thirty lashes.

Even if I tried my best to control the force, the wind that came out of the whipping could not deceive people.

I wanted to wait for Song Cheng to come out and see if the injury on his back was okay, but after standing for more than half an hour, he didn't come out.

The girl in the lounge downstairs shouted for me to go down, and as a last resort, I hurriedly went downstairs and explained to the waiters who were active on this floor, so that they could see Song Shao come out and tell me.

It wasn't until about nine o'clock in the evening that he received news that Song Shao had come out and was rushing to his own office.

I hurriedly left what I was doing and hurried upstairs.

Unexpectedly met Li Xiaomo halfway through, and she also ran towards it in a panic.

I was stunned for a moment, I didn't take her seriously, I didn't expect her to go to the first floor with me.

When he came out of the elevator, Song Cheng happened to be in the hallway.

He was draped in the shirt, which was thin, soaked with sweat, and the red whip marks on his back could be seen.

"Song Shao!" Li Xiaomo felt the wind on the soles of his feet, ran towards him quickly, and grabbed Song Cheng's arm.

"Get out of the way." Song Cheng roared impatiently and threw her away directly.

"Song Shao, I'll help you." Li Xiaomo stubbornly hugged his arm and followed him behind his ass with high heels.

Song Chengden was furious, grabbed her arm and threw it back, and said hatefully: "I can't understand people's words, do you?"

Li Xiaomo's eyes turned red, and he stood in place helplessly.

My throat was so dry that I took two steps forward and grabbed his elbow.

"Didn't I warn you," he glared at me when he looked up, and when he saw my face, his voice suddenly froze, and he said in displeasure, "What are you doing here?" ”

"I'll take you back to the office."

"No, Lao Tzu has legs, you can get out of here, I don't want to see anyone."

I didn't listen to him, grabbed his arm around my neck, put one hand around his waist, and dragged him in the direction of the office.

Song Cheng scolded and scolded, scolding me for being nosy, and scolding me for being in the way, as if no matter what I did, nothing could satisfy him.

I didn't talk to him, I helped him into the cubicle, threw him up, and locked the door with my hand.

"What are you doing?" He glanced at me and laughed coldly, "Didn't you call someone to pick me up in the morning, and now who are you pretending to show me?" ”

I was angry and distressed in my heart, and yelled at him, "Show you, do you want to see it?"

He looked away, a look of disgust.

I went into the bathroom and put a basin of hot water and grabbed a towel to wipe my back.

When he came out with the basin, Song Cheng had already dragged off the shirt on his body and threw it directly on the ground.

I didn't feel anything when I hit him just now, but after a few hours, all the whip marks on his back were up, and I felt how terrible it was.

My scalp almost exploded, and it took me several mouthfuls of saliva to muster up the courage to look at his back.

When he dipped the towel in hot water and wrung it out, and when he put it on his back, his body trembled visibly.

I asked him, "Does it hurt?"

"You dare to ask?" He yelled angrily, "Why did you get it when you hit me?" ”

My eyes were hot, and I suddenly wanted to cry, so I sat behind him and muttered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Song Cheng snorted coldly, grabbed the sheet with both hands, and said angrily: "I'm sorry for the use of a fart, some people are wolf-hearted, it's really not worth it."

I knew he was scolding me and blamed me for calling Shen Youyou.

But how long can the two of us hide in that little apartment?

He once said that if he wants to take back everything from the Song family, can we just rely on us to hide in Tibet and snatch everything back?

I can see as an outsider how much his father loves Shen Youyou and Song Liang, and for this little son, it is simply a stick education, and if something goes wrong, he will use any family method to serve.

"Did he beat you again after I left?"

Song Cheng shook his head and snorted disdainfully: "In front of his eldest son, of course he won't take such violent measures, just punish me for kneeling."

Hearing him mention Song Liang's tone, he felt that the relationship between their brothers was not good.

But before, I remember that he still respected Song Liang quite a lot.

"Is your eldest brother treating you badly?" I couldn't help but ask him.

"Okay, why not?" Song Cheng smiled coldly, "Which time is not an afterthought." ”

I put the towel back in the hot water and wrung it to wipe the sweat from his lower back.

I heard him say: "Every time I make a mistake and get beaten and scolded, he always shows up after my dad has finished beating and scolding, and falsely advises my dad not to be angry." My dad also ate his set, saying that this should be the case between brothers.

In fact, I know that he just looks down on me. Look down on me as a junior. But if he doesn't look down on me, why did he harm my mother in the first place, why did he admit me back? ”

I choked in my throat and didn't know how to comfort him.

He said that as long as I have the ability, half of the Song family's property will be mine in the future. But in fact, he still favors my eldest brother in his heart. Just like back then, he married Yoyo to my eldest brother. ”

I couldn't help but pause with my hand holding the towel, and sat on my knees in a daze, feeling cold in my heart.

In the end, the topic returned to Shen Youyou.

I inhaled hard, trying not to get myself emotionally upset, and hurriedly wiped his back well.

There were anti-inflammatory drugs in the drawer of the cubicle, and after giving him the medicine, Song Cheng suddenly grabbed my wrist and said in a deep voice: "During this time, you'd better not come to me."

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