Bo Yucheng's ink pupil was as calm as a pool of water.

His thin lips were pressed lightly, and the beautiful lips were slightly shiny, especially when the aura of his body converged, the whole person looked like a gentle and graceful son.

"How can I calm my uncle?" He opened his lips lightly.

Shi Hongxuan's cheeks seemed to be covered with a layer of cool frost. He looked at the man angrily, but just snorted coldly.

Bo Yucheng slightly converged his jaw and lowered his posture. He was usually arrogant and indifferent. He was determined to kill in the shopping malls, and he was so powerful that he covered the sky with only one hand. This fashion is as good as he is...

"Since my uncle doesn't mention it, then Bo asks for his own family law." The man's Shen Che voice sounded, the voice sounded sonorously, and his eyes were extremely firm when he raised his eyes and looked at the elders.

Even if Shi Hongxuan didn't intend to do anything with him...

He must also do something to calm his elders, otherwise it will be difficult to marry a girl from him in the future.

"Family law?" Shi Hongxuan sneered, his voice icy, "I dare to ask Shi's family law before he married my daughter?"

Bo Yucheng slowly raised his jaw and narrowed his eyes slightly. "In the Bo family, if you do something wrong, you have to get ten whips in front of the elders of the chaebol. Uncle can calm down, I get twenty whips."

Hearing this, Shi Hongxuan's eyes flashed for a moment.

He frowned tightly, as if he did not expect that he would behave like this, "Twenty whips? Boy, sure?"

Ten whips can kill a man if he is cruel.

If it weren't for a person with poor physical fitness, he would probably be sent to the hospital directly after the whipping, but he was actually twenty lashes!

"Then, please do it yourself." Shi Hongxuan glanced at him deeply, and put his hands behind him with a cold snort.

He wanted to see if he could hold it, and what he could do for his precious daughter.

Bo Yucheng nodded slightly to him with great politeness.

Immediately he went straight downstairs to leave the villa, standing erect in the Shi's garden, with cold lips, "Well of music."

"Boy." Wen Le turned off the wall immediately.

Bo Yucheng raised his chin slightly, his slender fingers slowly straightened his neckline, he slowly opened his lips and said, "Get the whip, here, now, twenty whipping."

Upon seeing this, Wen Le suddenly widened her eyes in shock.

He was guarding outside the villa, not knowing what happened in this short period of time, and looked at the man incredulously, "You...you let me give you twenty whips? Are you sure?"

"OK." Bo Yucheng spit out two words sonorously.

Even if the whipping cannot completely let Shi Hongxuan calm down, he must do it to the extreme.

Wen Le looked at him complicatedly, "But..."

"No, but, go get it right away!" Bo Yucheng's ink pupil was a little cold, and he couldn't hold his beak when he whispered.

Wen Le looked at him crying, but stopped talking.

This is not a question of whether there is any but... the main reason is how dare he do it? Let him personally slap his father a full twenty lashes? If he borrowed his billions of courage to encounter this, he would have to be shocked!

"Hurry up." Bo Yucheng's voice was extremely cold.

He squinted his eyes and stared at Wenle closely, his brows were filled with impatience, and his brows were also completely indifferent.

Wen Le bit his head and fetched the whip, but his arms were trembling when he held it in his hand, and he dared not do it...

"Hands." Bo Yucheng lifted his lips and spit out a word coldly, as if he was determined to suffer these twenty lashes.

Wen Le closed his eyes and bit his scalp and raised his whip.

"Papa--" A clear, loud and sharp whip sounded.

The man's precious white shirt was instantly whipped, and the clear and terrifying bloodstain instantly dipped out blood, and the cold white skin turned outward, but he stood there erectly.

Bo Yucheng remained unchanged, "Go on, there are still nineteen whips."

Wen Le's hand holding the whip was a little weak, especially the sharp whip sound made his heart surprised.

"Hey--" The whip kept falling on the man.

Bo Yucheng's waist was always straight, his lips were pressed into a line, and he gritted his teeth and did not make any painful screams. It seemed that the whipping did not matter to him.

But only the dense cold sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

The cold sweat slowly slid down the smooth lines of the cheeks, condensed in the firm jaw, and slid down the straight neck into the white shirt...

"It's a good backbone." Shi Hongxuan narrowed his eyes.

He was standing in the villa at the moment, staring at the man in the garden by the window, and seeing that he had indeed been whipped solidly, the chill in his eyes and the anger in his heart dissipated a lot.

As a housekeeper, Ji Lin will naturally be awakened by such movements.

He also looked at the man who was being flogged through the window, and sighed, "Master Bo is also attentive to the young lady."

Otherwise, no man would be willing to receive twenty full lashes for this little thing, and would not even scream for pain or stopping.

Bo Yucheng's white shirt was soaked in blood, but his black suit pants were ironed so tightly. The scars on his body did not make him feel embarrassed at all. The precious and pure temperament did not disappear at all, but a little bit was added by the scars. Perseverance.

"Boy, two... the execution of twenty lashes is over."

Wen Le buried his head extremely low, held the whip in both hands and offered it, secretly raising his eyelids to look at the man carefully.

Bo Yucheng squinted his eyes and glanced at the blood-stained whip faintly, and his voice was low and clear and he responded, "Yeah."

"Send Master Bo back." Shi Hongxuan's eyes were deep, "Don't disturb other people, especially the young lady and the young lady."

He took everything Bo Yucheng had done in his eyes, didn't make too many comments, just gave a light command.

Ji Lin nodded, "Yes, I will do it now."

After he said that, he turned and went downstairs, walked up to Bo Yucheng, respectfully bowed his head and praised, "Boy, Mr. told me to send you away."

"Training Ji butler, no need." Bo Yucheng took the whip handed by Wen Le from his side, and gently rubbed the blood on it with his fingers.

He still didn't change his color, his lips were lightly pressed, "Please tell Uncle Shi, Bo will look for a chance to visit his home again someday."

"Please." Ji Lin smiled and spread his hands to indicate the direction to the door.

Bo Yucheng's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly. He raised his jaw and looked in the direction of the girl's bedroom. He could only vaguely see the curtains exposed, but the lights inside were dim and dark.

She didn't even know anything, sleeping in a quiet dream.

"Please keep this matter secret to Lanlan." Bo Yucheng withdrew his gaze. After Ji Lin nodded and expressed his understanding, he saw the scarred man turned and left the villa.

The back is clear and juan but there is no lack of perseverance, **** but not concealing nobleness, the kind of innate aura revealed from the bones, even when it is scarred.