The lost beauty

Wei Jin naturally understood Mo Yufeng's action. He looked up at Mo Yufeng, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes, as if he was a little uncertain.

Mo Yufeng hasn't touched him for a long time since he was ordered to go home by the school and beaten up by him.

Mo Yufeng stared at him without giving in, his majesty remained the same as before.

Wei Jin stretched out her hand to pull out the belt, and then waited for the hair to fall.

Mo Yufeng directly threw a loud whip in the air, "Get down!" Wei Jin shivered with an angry shout.

Wei Jin didn't struggle needlessly, what should come should come, he bent down slightly on the back of the sofa, his hips were raised high, this posture made him a little uncomfortable.

Weijin held his breath and concentrated, waiting for the pain to penetrate his body, but Mo Yufeng's next actions made him conditioned to escape.

Wei Jin noticed that Mo Yufeng was taking off his pants, "You can't do this, I'm not a child anymore..."

"Do you want to resist?" Mo Yufeng didn't talk nonsense with him, he directly held down his pants and pulled off his pants, and pulled them down to his ankles, "Lie down, dare to move twice!"

Feeling a chill on his buttocks, the only fig leaf was gone, Wei Jin felt desolate in his heart, but his face and neck were involuntarily hot, he buried his face in his arms as if desperate, "You hit me, I accept the punishment!"

"Pa——" Mo Yufeng hit with all his strength the first time, and Wei Jin was caught off guard, and bent his knees and knelt directly on the ground.

Mo Yufeng didn't say a word, watching all this with cold eyes, Wei Jin gasped in pain, and then lay back down again, this time he was mentally prepared to wait for the next storm.

"Papapapapapa --" Mo Yufeng saw that he was laying down properly, and gave him another five hard shakes.

"hiss--"

The overwhelming pain swept over him, Wei Jin couldn't help but snorted, his legs were trembling, and his buttocks were also covered with messy red bumps, which were already swollen.

Mo Yufeng used a lot of strength for each hit. He knew how heavy these six blows were, but he was so angry that he didn't obey the rules when he just came back, and angry that he disappeared from playing on such a day.

"What day is it today?" Mo Yufeng asked, without stopping, "Papapa..." Swinging the belt of his rounded arm in a series of swings.

Wei Jin was in severe pain. If he hadn't bit his lip, he would have yelled out a long time ago. When he heard Mo Yufeng's question, he was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered something. As long as that person is involved, he will definitely be beaten. With bruises all over his body, his heart tightened again at the thought of this.

"I don't know!" Wei Jin resisted the pain, and replied with some anger.

It seemed that he could hear the taste in Weijin's mouth, which made Mo Yufeng even more annoyed, "I don't know, I'll let you remember it well today!"

"Clap clap clap-"

As he spoke, he slapped it with the wind more violently, and the sound of the belt pulling meat was so loud that Zhang Bo, who was eavesdropping outside the door, was startled.

"Ah——" this time it was difficult for Wei Jin to shut his mouth, he fell to his knees all of a sudden, and couldn't stand the pain.

Mo Yufeng saw that his swollen buttocks had turned blue and purple, and the hand holding the belt trembled coldly.

After a long time, Wei Jin lay down again, he knew it wasn't over yet.

"Let me tell you, ten years ago today your brother was lost, don't you feel a little bit, and dare not return all night! You let me down!" Mo Yufeng said heartbroken, and the circles of his eyes were red .

Sure enough, Weijin already knew that the beating must be related to this matter.

After so many years, he has had enough, and he doesn't want to live this day and night of atonement and guilt again. If it happens again, he would rather lose himself than Mo Weifei.

Thinking back to today's graduation ceremony, Wei Jin only felt aggrieved and sad. Almost all the parents of the students were present, but Mo Yufeng didn't go. Although he didn't hold out any hope, he was still disappointed by the result.

When he stood on the podium to speak as a representative, he saw the gentle and friendly smiles on the faces of those parents, and then looked at the vacant seat next to his own seat, feeling as uncomfortable as being pricked by a needle.

"I'm sorry, if this incident makes you unhappy, you can hit me until you calm down!"

"What do you mean? Do you think I hit you just to vent my anger?" Mo Yufeng felt that the child in front of him was so strange, he was so close at hand but felt so far away.

Is not it?Because of this incident back then, Mo Yufeng beat him to half his life, and repeatedly reprimanded Weijin not to call him "father"; not long after, he sent Weijin to a boarding school alone.

Wei Jin has been resigned to all of this. He has learned to be good. He dare not call him "Dad" again, nor dare to ask him for anything. He goes to school, and he can bear the rest obediently.

Seeing that Weijin didn't speak, it seemed to be tacit consent, and the anger in Mo Yufeng's heart surged again.

"You kill me!" Wei Jin said quietly but firmly, a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, his hair was wet, and a long and thin old scar appeared on the corner of his forehead. He looked very embarrassed.

"What did you say?" Mo Yufeng was obviously irritated, his hand holding the belt was tightly clenched, and the veins on his arm were clearly visible, "Say it again!"

"Kill me to death! Then you won't see me angry in the future, and you won't find me an eyesore!" Wei Jin shouted as if venting.

"Bastard!" Mo Yufeng gritted his teeth and waved the belt on his hand, "Papapapa..." Every time it hit the bone, it made a terrible sound.

"Uh uh——" Wei Jin couldn't help but kept spitting out, her fingers tightly grasping the sofa, where a hole had been dug out, and silk cotton was exposed.

It seems to be back to ten years ago, that stormy night, it was the first time Weijin smelled the breath of death approaching... It turns out that he hates me so much, he will really kill me...

In a blur of consciousness, it seemed that someone threw himself on him. It was Uncle Zhang's voice: "Sir, please stop! The young master passed out, are you really going to kill him..."