Wen Qiong stared at the roses that were soaked at the bottom of the cup, and said in a low voice: "Since this is the case, uncle, there is no need to send Xiu Qingyan out of the country." ”

"But...... He always ......" Xiu Zheng'an paused and said, "You don't have to be treated like this by him. Although your mother and I were not at home some time ago, I can know what happened with a little thought. ”

In Xiu Zheng'an's eyes, this matter is quite embarrassing. His own child is too domineering to the person he likes, if the other party is someone else's girl, he may not be so nervous, but when it comes to his own daughter, he must be cautious.

"He didn't do anything to me either." Wen Qiong's ears were red, and she explained in a slurred manner: "Me and him...... Let's just let it be, uncle, can you? ”

Saying these words almost exhausted all her strength, and when she finished speaking, shame and guilt welled up at the same time, and her face flushed.

Xiu Zheng'an looked at Wen Qiong in surprise. Wen Qiong was very white like her mother, her skin was flushed like snow, and she was very shy, coupled with that wandering gaze, Xiu Zheng'an instantly understood. It turned out that it was not Xiuqingyan's unrequited love, but Wen Qiong had not fully accepted him, and the road ahead was still long.

Xiu Zheng felt relieved and felt that it must be a very beautiful thing for the girl in his family to become his daughter-in-law. Her son has spent his whole life pampering her, and he doesn't have to be afraid of being raised and snatched away by another family's stinky boy.

"If he harasses you again, you have to take the initiative to tell me, and I will help you teach him a lesson." Xiu Zhengan reminded.

"Okay." Wen Qiong still hung her head.

Xiu Zheng'an smiled slightly and patted her shoulder gently. His palms are broad and warm, and the mature breath of a man comes to his face, which makes people feel particularly secure.

Wen Qiong said in a low voice, "Thank you, uncle." ”

She came out of the study, and Xiu Qingyan leaned against the opposite wall, waiting quietly.

Wen Qiong stopped, looked at him, and said, "Uncle told you to go in." ”

"Hmm." Xiu Qingyan answered and glanced at her again.

After Wen Qiong finished speaking, she went upstairs in three or two steps. Xiu Qingyan saw that she completely disappeared at the top of the stairs before entering the study.

Xiu Zheng'an stood behind the desk, playing with a cigar, and slowly raised his eyes when he saw him come in.

Xiu Qingyan was inexplicably stunned in his heart, and shouted in a low voice: "Dad." ”

"Son, how long has it been since I hit you?"

"Five years."

Xiu Zheng'an opened the drawer and took out the leather whip, his expression indifferent, "This time, I will not show mercy." ”

Xiuqingyan didn't say anything.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"Yes."

"Will you still do it in the future?"

Xiu Qingyan is silent, of course she will be guilty, kissing her is so intoxicating, even if she is whipped, it is worth it......

Ten minutes later, Xiu Qingyan gritted his teeth and came out of the study, his back slightly arched, and slowly moved upstairs. When he stepped on the last step on the third floor, he stopped, looked in the direction of Wen Qiong's room, and saw that the door was tightly closed, and he took a deep breath.

When he was about to reach his room, Wen Qiong's door suddenly opened, Xiu Qingyan's back stiffened, and his steps accelerated.

Wen Qiong opened his mouth and shouted to stop him, "Xiu Qingyan." ”

Xiu Qingyan cursed in a low voice, licked his teeth, and replied, "Is there something wrong?" ”

In the corridor, only the sensor light above Xiu Qingyan's head lit up, and Wen Qiong trotted over with a homework book. Xiu Qingyan subconsciously turned around and pressed his back against the wall, but when he touched the wound, he forcibly swallowed the pain he was about to blurt out back into his stomach, pretending to be careless.

Wen Qiong handed him the notebook, "I don't know how to do math, you can help me look at it." ”

The teacher talked about this question today, Wen Qiong didn't understand it at the time, she came back to solve it for a long time and was still confused, and the teacher forgot all about it. This was a very important topic, and she could only ask for help from Xiu Qingyan.

"I'll see." Xiu Qingyan took the homework book and lowered his head to flip through it.

Wen Qiong saw that the light here was not very good, and said, "Let's go to the living room, shall we?" I'm going to turn on the lights. ”

"No need, come here." Xiu Qingyan held the book in one hand and pulled her back with the other.

Wen Qiong staggered and hit his arm, and as soon as he retreated, he touched his back again, and could only purse his lips and endure it. He took Wen Qiong's pen, "For this question, you convert X to ......"

He spoke quickly, but clearly, and Wen Qiong nodded as she listened carefully.

Xiu Qingyan finally finished speaking, beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead, fortunately, the light was dim here, so that he could hide it, but his back was against the wall, and he couldn't hold on. He stuffed the homework book and pen back into Wen Qiong's hand, "Okay, go back and review." ”

"Well, thank you." Wen Qiong took it and glanced at him, and found that his nose was faintly sweaty, and those deep eyes were also looking at her, and the two of them were entangled in their eyes. Wen Qiong's ears were hot, and she asked, "Are you hot?" ”

"Hot."

"Oh, then you can go back to your room."

"Hmm." Xiu Qingyan nodded slightly.

After Wen Qiong finished speaking, she left this somewhat ambiguous environment with her homework book. Xiu Qingyan was still standing in the distance and watched her walk into the room, until he couldn't see her, then turned around and pushed the door open.

As soon as he entered the room, Xiu Qingyan immediately lay on the sofa, almost hurting him to death.

Xiu Zheng'an only whipped him three times, maybe he hadn't eaten a whip for too long, and he became delicate, so it hurt so much after only three whips. Xiu Qingyan lay on his stomach for a while before he sat up, found the medicine box, unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles, and he struggled to take off his shirt and throw it aside.

Wen Qiong didn't know another English question, she walked out of the room, and happened to meet Shang Jing who came up from the second floor, Shang Jing was carrying a medical kit in her hand.

Shang Jing pulled Wen Qiong down, "I just ...... It seems to have heard that Xiu Qingyan was beaten. ”

"What?" Wen Qiong was stunned for a moment, she looked down at the small medicine box.

Shang Jing said: "I'm not sure, it's just that the door of the study is not closed tightly, I glanced at it, and your Uncle Xiu seems to have hit Xiu Qingyan." ”

Wen Qiong suddenly thought of the way Xiu Qingyan was leaning against the wall just now, and it wasn't so hot in the corridor, how could he sweat? She took the medicine box in Shang Jing's hand, "I'll take a look." ”

Shang Jing nodded, "Hmm." ”

Wen Qiong held the homework book in one hand and the medicine box in the other, walked outside Xiu Qingyan's room and knocked on the door. A slightly hoarse voice came from inside, "Who?" ”

"It's me."

“……”

After a while, the door opened, and Wen Qiong's hand holding the medicine box was behind her back.

Xiu Qingyan stood in front of her topless, with tight muscles and smooth lines......

Wen Qiong's cheeks instantly turned red, "I still have a question, you can help me talk about it." ”

Xiu Qingyan hesitated and took two steps back, "Come in." ”

Wen Qiong went in with her hands behind her back, smelling the faint smell of medicine in the air, and the table was empty. She took out the medicine box and grabbed Xiu Qingyan's hand, visibly feeling his muscles tense.

Wen Qiong raised her head and asked, "You were beaten?" ”

"Who said that?" Xiu Qingyan immediately denied it.

"yes, show me the back."

"Aren't you here to ask?" Xiu Qingyan didn't let her look at it, and pulled her to sit on the sofa, "What are you doing with the medicine box......

"You're pretending again?" Wen Qiong threw the homework book on the table and said lightly: "I still know why you were beaten." ”

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Xiu Qingyan's face, and he gritted his teeth, "So what? You won't be naïve enough to think that if I was beaten, I won't have any thoughts about you in the future, will you? No, I'm going to get worse. ”

As he spoke, Xiu Qingyan pinched her chin and got closer, and the two looked at each other, and they both saw themselves from each other's pupils. Wen Qiong blinked, subconsciously looking away, but Xiu Qingyan gently kissed the corner of her mouth, "Wait for you to become an adult." ”

Wen Qiong slapped his hand away, a little annoyed, "Is this the only thing you have in mind?" ”

"And you." Xiu Qingyan licked the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly.

Wen Qiong glared at him fiercely and pushed him, he leaned back and hissed.

Wen Qiong grabbed his arm, "Don't be reckless, take medicine." ”

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Xiu Qingyan got up and lay on the bed, "Don't get the potion on the sheets." ”

Wen Qiong rolled her eyes silently.

Xiu Qingyan has three whip marks on his back, and his skin is open, which shows how ruthless Uncle Xiu is. Wen Qiong took the cotton swab and didn't dare to start for a while.

Xiu Qingyan turned his head sideways and saw her in a daze, "Come here, rub the medicine, my sister." ”

Wen Qiong walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and carefully smeared his wounds. Xiu Qingyan couldn't help but snort. He also had two shallow scars on his back, which were not very obvious, but it was obvious that he had suffered.

Wen Qiong's hands trembled and asked, "If you do something wrong, will you be whipped?" ”

Xiu Zheng'an looks elegant and elegant, he doesn't look like a person who can use such iron-blooded means at all, and Xiu Qingyan is the only seedling of the Xiu family, and it is too late to protect it, how can he still be whipped?

"When I was a child, I would, but now I don't." Xiu Qingyan snorted lightly, and said: "Our family has a family method of whipping from my grandfather's grandfather's generation. ”

"Honestly after fighting?" Wen Qiong asked curiously.

Xiu Qingyan sneered, "To be honest, the offender will still commit it." ”

“……”

Xiu Qingyan chuckled, "I'll still do it anyway." ”

Wen Qiong's cheeks were slightly red, and her hands were straining.

Xiu Qingyan trembled slightly, his back tensed, "Go on, just like just now." ”

Wen Qiongcai ignored him, he wanted to be abused, could she be obedient?

Xiuqingyan has a wide shouldered and narrow waist, and has a good figure. Wen Qiong only dared to touch the wound with a cotton swab, and occasionally her fingers touched his skin, and she would leave quickly as if she had been burned.

There was another knock on the door, and Wen Qiong wiped the medicine's hand.

Xiu Qingyan had already said, "Come in." ”

Shang Jing poked her head cautiously, and when she saw the picture on the bed, she couldn't help but be stunned, then looked at it again, and was startled again, "Why is Zheng An so heavy." ”

Wen Qiong then remembered that her mother was still waiting for news outside, she stood up and shouted, "Mom." ”

Shang Jing stepped forward to check Xiu Qingyan's injury, and for a while, she took Wen Qiong's cotton swab, "You go and get some more medicine, it's that bottle of spray." ”

"Hmm." Wen Qiong turned around to get it.

With Shang Jing's help, the medicine was quickly improved.

Xiu Qingyan was embarrassed to keep his upper body exposed, and was about to go and get clothes to put on. Shang Jing said: "I just took the medicine, don't wear it yet." ”

Xiu Qingyan was a little embarrassed, and he looked at Wen Qiong. Wen Qiong reacted and glanced at Shang Jing. Shang Jing just treated Xiu Qingyan as a little boy, completely unaware that the other party was eighteen years old.

Wen Qiong picked up the homework book and took Shang Jing's hand, "Mom, let's go out and let him have a good rest." ”

Shang Jing paused, looked at Xiu Qingyan again, and then reacted in hindsight, and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, you have a good rest, your father, your father...... Don't blame your dad. ”

Xiu Qingyan shook his head, "No, Aunt Shang." ”

"Hmm." Shang Jing also blushed a little and hurriedly walked out, Wen Qiong followed closely behind her. As soon as she went out, Shang Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Qiong looked at her and smiled, hugged her, "Mom, it's late, go and rest." ”

"Okay, you go to bed early, too." Shang Jing kissed Wen Qiong's cheek and let go of her downstairs.

Late at night, the villa was exceptionally peaceful, with the occasional sound of cars driving by. Most of the people living in the Longyin villa area are powerful politicians and businessmen, and the quiet and safe environment is the primary condition.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, Xiu Zheng'an was wearing silk pajamas, leaning on the bedside to read a book, and turned another page.

Shang Jing took a shower and walked out of the bathroom wearing the same pajamas as him, and the thin pajamas called her delicate figure. She rubbed the hand cream, walked to the bedside, and reminded softly, "Zheng'an, sleep." ”

"Okay." Xiu Zheng'an closed the book and turned off the light in the room, leaving only a small bedside lamp. Naturally, he reached out and hugged Shang Jing, and then lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

Shang Jing blushed, "I've been to see Qingyan, and his back is quite badly injured." ”

"Huh?" Xiu Zheng'an leaned close to her neck.

Shang Jing is still hiding, "...... in the future" She didn't know how to say it, this was Xiu Zheng'an educating her children, and she didn't interfere more.

Xiu Zheng'an ruffled her hair, teased it, and said softly: "Okay, try to beat him less in the future, right?" ”

Shang Jing's tense body relaxed a little, and the next second she tensed again, frowning slightly, "Actually, if you want to take care of the child, I shouldn't interfere, I am, I am ......"

Xiu Zheng'an raised his hand to cover Shang Jing's mouth, his eyes were smiling, "I know, you feel sorry for my son, I understand." ”

Shang Jing blinked, her eyebrows stretched, especially beautiful in the hazy light.

Xiu Zheng'an kissed her lips and sighed faintly, "In the dead of night, don't talk about that bastard boy." ”

Shang Jing, "......"

Xiu Qingyan upstairs sneezed fiercely, shaking his back with a pain.