The lost beauty

About three or ten minutes later, Wei Jin came to Mo Yufeng's room on time, and saw Mo Yufeng sitting on the desk busy with work at a glance.

Mo Yufeng looked very serious when he was working, with focused eyes, thin lips slightly pursed, and a meticulous demeanor that made people unbearable to be disturbed.

At the same time, Mo Yufeng raised his head and saw Wei Jin at the door. The child was closing the door slowly. Seeing this, Mo Yufeng's heart was slightly touched. This child has a lively mind and is smart. If he polishes it well, he will never worse than yourself.

Soon Weijin walked to Mo Yufeng's desk and stood up, but Mo Yufeng didn't intend to pay attention to him, and kept writing something on hand.

It took about 10 minutes before Mo Yufeng raised his head and looked at Wei Jin with scrutinizing eyes, "Did you think about what I asked you to do just 10 minutes ago?"

"There is a problem with the itinerary I made!" Wei Jin replied carefully.

"That's right, you have self-knowledge!" Mo Yufeng admired the son in front of him more and more.

Mo Yufeng pushed the schedule in front of him, "How long did it take you to complete this schedule?"

"About two hours." After a pause, Wei Jin still chose to tell the truth, he really ignored it today.

Hearing Weijin's answer, Mo Yufeng was a little surprised. It is indeed not easy to arrange the schedule of the week so well and properly in such a short period of time, but Weijin also made a fatal mistake. This mistake is Mo Yufeng couldn't be trusted.

"Do you think the details of a matter can determine success or failure?"

"Yes!"

"Then why did you delay the negotiation with Master George by an hour in your itinerary, and the date of going to Milan Fashion Week was also written wrongly."

Wei Jin took the watch and compared the documents. Sure enough, he misremembered the time, and the date was missing a number. In this way, the overall itinerary will be disrupted, and individual itineraries will be delayed or even delayed. Cancel.

"Sorry, I……"

"I don't listen to apologies. I just want to tell you that no one in the business world will give you a chance just because you are sorry. A small mistake often leads to a fatal failure. You are so slack in this seemingly simple job. , making such a low-level mistake, do you think you should?"

"I don't listen to apologies. I just want to tell you that no one in the business world will give you a chance just because you are sorry. A small mistake often leads to a fatal failure. You are so slack in this seemingly simple job. , Make such a low-level mistake, do you think you should do it?" When Mo Yufeng mentioned this, he immediately became stern and introverted, not allowing the slightest compromise.

"No, I was really negligent!"

"What did I say before?"

"You said that if you don't do well, you will bear the consequences."

"Do you think you should be punished?"

"Yes!" Wei Jin lowered her head, as if she was willing to be beaten or punished, very sincerely.

Seeing him like this, Mo Yufeng felt inexplicably soft-hearted, but when he thought about his negligence and slackness, he couldn't get used to it. In the future, everyone in the mall would be smart, and if he set up a random digital trap, Wei Jin would definitely fall for it.

"Go get the things in the second-to-last drawer on the third floor of the bookcase!" Mo Yufeng pointed to the bookcase not far away.

Wei Jin listened and did it without saying a word.

As soon as she opened the drawer, Wei Jin was stunned. Inside lay a yellow-brown cane with three thumb-thick thin vines intertwined. Immediately, her mind recalled the incident of dropping out of school five years ago, when Mo Yu Feng beat him with this cane, which caused him so much pain that he couldn't sleep well for several nights.

Now that I think about it, I'm afraid, and when I see this thing again, Mo Weijin's spine gets chills, so he picks it up with a ruthless heart.

Walking in front of Mo Yufeng, Wei Jin held up the cane with both hands.

Mo Yufeng twisted the things casually, weighed them in his hand, then pointed to Wei Jin, "Hold out your hand!"

"Ah?" Wei Jin was astonished, he thought it was lying on his stomach or propped up, but he didn't expect it to be a hand. Could it be that he was going to write a wrong word like a child and be beaten by the teacher?

However, the mistakes he made were exactly the same as those made by elementary school students. For a while, he was hesitating whether to put his left hand or his right hand.

"Stretch out your left hand, the right hand will still be useful later!" Mo Yufeng seemed to have seen Wei Jin's thoughts, so he made a decision for him.

Now Wei Jin didn't rectify her symptoms anymore, she stretched out her left hand without hesitation, and placed it flatly on Mo Yufeng and the former slaughterer Ren Tu.

Seeing that Weijin stretched out his hand, Mo Yufeng was not in a hurry to drop the whip, "The punishment is to make you remember the lesson, and I hope you won't make the same mistake again next time!"

After finishing speaking, the whip came against the wind, "Papapapa——" Three whips exploded in the palm of his hand, and Weijin was caught off guard, and his right hand couldn't help holding his left wrist, causing him to tremble in pain.

Before the pain dissipated, Mo Yufeng swung down the three whips immediately. Mo Weijin couldn't bear it and retracted his hand. His clear eyes overflowed with water. Looking at the palms that turned red quickly, Weijin bit his lips tightly, afraid I cried out in pain.

Mo Yufeng didn't criticize him when he saw him dodging, but looked at him coldly. Although he felt a little distressed, since it was punishment, he would definitely not be merciful.

Soon, Weijin stretched out his hand tremblingly again, and Mo Yufeng pinched his wrist this time, which made Weijin startled, but he could only accept his fate and not resist.

Mo Yufeng raised his right hand and hit the same place three times fiercely. With such a big palm and little flesh, it is easy to get superimposed wounds. As expected, Weijin's hand began to become red and swollen quickly.

Seeing Mo Yufeng raised his arm again, Wei Jin retracted his hand uncontrollably, but was restrained by Mo Yufeng's strong hand, unable to move at all, "You...can you stop?"

Wei Jin seldom showed his weak side like this, but he was really in pain, and his hands were burning like salt on the wound.

Mo Yufeng saw that Weijin's lower lip was bitten open, and a smear of red stung his eyes, "Don't bite your lip again, I didn't tell you not to scream!"

"I...uh—"

Before Weijin could say a word, Mo Yufeng slapped the center of his palm with a whip without warning, and then the superimposed wound broke the skin, leaving a scarlet bloodstain.

Only then did Mo Yufeng let go of Weijin's hand, and Weijin withdrew her hand, her arm was still trembling, her left hand was also horrible, and tears had already flowed down unconsciously.

"I'll hit you ten times this time, and double it next time? Do you remember?" Mo Yufeng put down the torture tool and looked up at his poor son.

"Remember!" Wei Jin managed to put her hands behind her back, unable to close the five fingers of her left hand, and curled up slightly behind her back.

"I'll give you 10 minutes to correct the mistake just now, and I'll send it over later!" Mo Yufeng handed the itinerary to Wei Jin.

Mo Weijin took it with one hand, and hurried back to the room to change it without stopping.

When handing over the itinerary to Mo Yufeng for the second time, Wei Jin couldn't help but get nervous. This time he checked it several times to make sure it was correct.

But Mo Yufeng's tense face still made Weijin sweat, he didn't want to be hit by that cane again, it was too painful.

But Mo Yufeng's next words broke Wei Jin's still panicked heart.

"Hand out!" He said coldly without any emotion.

Mo Weijin looked at Mo Yufeng in disbelief, and then stretched out his hand out of anger, thinking that the hand should not be damaged, right?

Seeing Weijin's aggrieved expressions and movements, Mo Yufeng's heart melted. If they get along like a normal father and son, they must be very harmonious and happy.

When Weijin gritted her teeth and was about to be beaten, Mo Yufeng unexpectedly did not pick up the cane at hand, but took out medicinal alcohol, cotton swabs, and ointment from the drawer.

Mo Yufeng carefully washed Weijin's wound with alcohol, and then squeezed out little by little white ointment to apply it.

It was cold at first and soon turned into burning pain. Wei Jin gasped in pain, but seeing Mo Yufeng give him medicine so gently was really unprecedented, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

Seeing that Weijin was distracted, he didn't know what the child was thinking about, and the movements of his hands were deliberately aggravated. Weijin immediately came back to his senses from the pain of this rude movement, and looked at the unclear expression in Mo Yufeng's eyes, His face turned slightly red.

"Okay, I will take the medicine again tomorrow, don't touch the water!"

Mo Weijin returned to her room, looked at her injured hand in a daze, recalled the moment when Mo Yufeng gave him medicine just now, and even figured that Mo Yufeng had his son in his heart.

But he quickly shook his head again. Mo Yufeng is a person who pays attention to his image. He probably didn't want his appearance to be known by outsiders, so he gave himself medicine, and then...

Just like that, Mo Weijin fell asleep amid wild thoughts.