The CEO's favorite: don't run away from your sweet wife

Jing Zhenglin was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, he sneered repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, you really have a backbone. I want to see how hard your bones are!"

"Come on, come up with a whip."

Soon, a leather whip as thick as a thumb was delivered to Jing Zhenglin's hand.

"You let her go, you don't need to hold her shoulders anymore, let me teach this ignorant girl a lesson."

Jing Zhenglin gave an order, and the bodyguards holding Yang Yuxi's shoulders quickly retreated to a safe place.

The next moment, the old man who was dissatisfied with her raised his whip and hit her hard on the back.

"Thorn-"

A sharp pain hit, Yang Yuxi felt a burning pain on her back, she bent over in pain, and tears came out.

Even though she was trembling in pain, she still gritted her teeth and refused to beg for mercy.

Her unwillingness to give in made Jing Zhenglin's anger increase hundreds of times.

The whip in his hand fell on her body fiercely one after another.

Soon, Yang Yuxi's clothes were torn, bright red blood seeped out, and the strong smell of blood wafted in the air.

The piercing pain made her want to pass out.

Yang Yuxi fell to the ground in embarrassment, sweat dripping down his forehead in big drops.

Even though her back was bloody, she still refused to give in.

Panting from exhaustion, Jing Zhenglin threw down his whip, and said to the bodyguard at home in disgust.

"Get her away, don't let her die at home, bad luck."

After speaking, he threw down his whip and went upstairs angrily on crutches.

While on the stairs, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Wait a minute. Go outside and let the doctor bandage her wound, and then put her directly on the plane and send her abroad."

This kind of woman must not harm his grandson.

If she can be so cruel to herself, she will definitely hold a grudge, keep it, and there will be endless troubles!

After Jing Zhenglin entered the room, Yang Mingzhu called the bodyguard who was about to carry Yang Yuxi out.

"Miss Mingzhu, what's the matter?"

Yang Mingzhu picked up the whip on the ground and walked up to the dying Yang Yuxi.

"She relied on this seductive and seductive face to confuse her cousin.

If this face is ruined, I don't believe Cousin Mo Chen will still love her so obsessively. "

When she said this, a stern light flashed in Yang Mingzhu's eyes.

The next moment, the whip was flicked vigorously, and there was a bloody mark on Yang Yuxi's face.

The severe pain made her unable to hold back a muffled groan, her body slid down limply, and was pulled up again by the bodyguard's arms.

Yang Mingzhu's whip frantically swung over again, hitting her face one after another, venting the hatred in her heart.

These days she has been too aggrieved and uncomfortable, all thanks to Yang Yuxi.

Yang Mingzhu flicked the whip four or five times, and Yang Yuxi's face was bloody and bloody. It was as terrifying as it could be.

"Look at your ugly appearance now, I want to see how you seduce Cousin Mo Chen."

"I don't think this kind of pain is unforgettable enough. For a woman like you, I certainly won't have a deep memory."

"So, I think it is necessary to sprinkle another pinch of salt on your face, so that you can remember this ecstasy."

"Come on, get the salt from the kitchen."

The weak Yang Yuxi opened his eyes and looked at the mad Yang Mingzhu, his voice was soft but firm.

"Yang Mingzhu, you can kill me here if you have the ability. As long as I live, the suffering I have endured now will definitely be returned to you twice."

Yang Mingzhu laughed wantonly and wildly.

"Hey, that's a big tone. Yang Yuxi, my natal family is the prominent Jing family. You, a woman with no background, why are you fighting with me?"

At this time, the nanny at home had already respectfully handed the salt jar to Yang Mingzhu's hand.

She squeezed a handful of salt with her slender and white fingers, and approached Yang Yuxi.

"Dear sister, you should appreciate the painful feeling of sprinkling salt on a wound."

Fine grains of salt slipped from her fingertips and landed on Yang Yuxi's wounded face.

Yang Yuxi let out a low howl of pain, her face twisted together ferociously because of the pain.

Big tears fell from the corners of her eyes, making her face look shockingly horrified and embarrassed.

Yang Mingzhu happily watched her tortured to death, and smiled sweetly.

"I can't take it anymore? Sister, this is just the beginning. Take it well."

Her hand reached into the salt shaker again.

At this moment, the door of Jing's villa was kicked open from the outside with a bang.

With a murderous look on his face, Jing Mochen rushed in with a dozen bodyguards armed with guns.

Yang Mingzhu's smug smile froze on her face, and she even stuttered.

"Watch... cousin..."

Jing Mochen walked up to Yang Yuxi in a few steps with long legs, and kicked away the bodyguard who was pulling her away.

Yang Yuxi, covered in blood, just fell into his arms.

"Who gave you such courage."

His eyes were almost murderous, and he shouted loudly at Jing Shiqing and Yang Mingzhu.

That fierce look scared Jing Shiqing and Yang Mingzhu to tremble.

Yang Yuxi in his arms groaned in pain, as if the sharpest needle had been pierced in his heart.

Jing Mochen was so distressed that he couldn't breathe.

Now he can't wait to kill all those who hurt his wife.

But he also knew that the most important thing now was to send Yang Yuxi to the hospital first.

He glanced fiercely at the two women in the villa.

"This matter won't just be left alone, Jing Shiqing, Yang Mingzhu, please remember it for me."

After speaking, he hugged Yang Yuxi horizontally, and walked quickly towards the door of the villa.

An angry voice came from the stairs, "Stop them, don't let them go out!"

Jing Zhenglin stood on the second floor leaning on a cane, and sternly ordered the bodyguards in the villa.

Those bodyguards immediately blocked the door of the villa, and said to Jing Mochen respectfully but not humblely, "Young master, I offended you."

Jing Mochen was in no mood to procrastinate here, and ordered to his bodyguard, "Whoever dares to stop, shoot directly!"

The tall and burly subordinate immediately pulled out the gun from his waist and pointed it at the villa's bodyguards.

Jing Zhenglin's face was livid with anger, and he said loudly.

"Jing Mochen, for this woman Yang Yuxi, do you even want to take Grandpa's life?"

Jing Mochen glanced at him lightly, without saying a word, turned his head and ordered to the bodyguard in the villa again, "Get out of the way!"

No one moved.

"shot!"

The next moment, Jing Mochen's subordinates pulled the trigger, and the bullet directly passed through the villa's bodyguard's shoulder, blood was flowing.

"It's the other way around, Jing Mochen, you're crazy, you even went crazy because of a woman."