"That's fine,"

Old Man Yan examined Yan Ci's expression, and realized that it had not yet reached that point, so he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Then it must be changed, and now it must be changed - from today onwards, you will leave me at home, and I am not allowed to go anywhere!" ”

"Impossible,"

Yan Ci immediately retorted, "That's absolutely impossible. ”

"Family law!"

Old Man Yan yelled angrily.

Yan Ci's father glared at Yan Ci with hatred, turned around and handed Old Man Yan a feather duster.

This is not an ordinary feather duster, it is wrapped with wire, and when you pick it up, it is a blood mark.

Old Man Yan has always believed that filial piety comes from under the stick, which of their descendants, especially male descendants, has not been taught by Old Man Yan's duster?

This duster is pumped on people's bodies, although they keep beating the bones, but it hurts to the heart.

"Titicaca—"

Yan Ci knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand and tugged at the placket of his clothes, the buttons collapsed all over the ground, he ripped off his coat, took off his shirt again, and directly pulled out his upper body.

Facing Old Man Yan's stunned eyes, Yan Ci straightened his back again.

This provocative action once again angered Old Man Yan.

"Smack-smack-"

Old Man Yan waved his feather duster and slammed it towards Yan Ci.

Every time he pumped, a terrifying blood mark appeared on Yan Ci's body, and it quickly became red and swollen.

Soon, after dozens of pumps, Yan Ci could no longer see a piece of good meat on the upper half of his body, and the skin was open in many places, and the blood was dripping on the floor.

Yan Ci was covered in cold sweat, gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

"I still don't admit my mistake!"

Yan Ci's father was so anxious that he also roared on the side.

Seeing that this kid's dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, his anger couldn't be controlled.

"Dad, let me come, you rest!"

Yan Ci's father persuaded Old Man Yan to take the feather duster from Old Man Yan's hand, and when he came over, he slapped Yan Ci again.

"Admit your mistake or not, huh? Admit your mistake or not! ”

Every few strokes, Yan Ci's father roared angrily, hoping that Yan Ci would say a soft word.

But the Yan family is all hard bones, and Yan Ci is a hard bone among hard bones.

The blood foam on Yan Ci's body splashed everywhere, but Yan Ci still didn't say a word, but his face was a little pale, and cold sweat soaked his sideburns.

Under his knees, the porcelain pieces had already penetrated into the flesh and blood, and under the pain of drilling his heart and lungs, Yan Ci's back was still so straight.

But there's still stiffness in the straight.

Pulled down like a leather whip, the iron back was also a little stiff because it was deliberately strong.

Yan Ci's father soon became tired as well.

Seeing Yan Ci like this, he was so angry that he turned around and took a pill.

"Shut it up,"

Old Man Yan's voice was full of vicissitudes, but with an unquestionable majesty like a parent, "Locked up, hungry for two days, these rabbit cubs are all full!" ”

said and said, "Find someone to take care of him, confiscate all his communication tools, let him think about it, and if he doesn't recognize his mistake, he is not allowed to let him out!" ”

"Okay,"

Yan Ci's father also couldn't respond, and looked at Yan Ci angrily nodding with his hand, "You just mess around - if you make your grandfather angry, I'll pick your skin!" ”

At this time, Yan Ci's mobile phone rang.

"Turn him off!" Old Man Yan roared angrily.

"Grandpa, I still have a company!" Yan Ci argued.

"Company?" Old Man Yan said angrily, "I don't want my face, what else do you want the company to do?" Your company won't be able to survive without you for a few days? You shut up! ”