I don't deserve your love

This is Zhanjia's late night.

There is no bloody storm, but the inside has quietly festered.

In a small, dark room on the second floor, a gust of wind blows in through the window, and the lower corner of the curtain floats gently, flick, flick.

From the beginning to the end, there was no movement behind the curtain, only the two people on the bed were entangled with each other.

Aerial drones sneak in quietly.

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Early the next morning, it was still dark.

"boom."

A loud bang.

The room that had been silent for several hours finally heard the sound again.

Only this time it wasn't as gag-inducing.

Someone went to open the curtains, and Zhang Mingmei was tied up in a chair and fell asleep.

A ray of light came in, revealing the naked bodies of the two on the bed.

Four bodyguards stood on both sides of the door. A frail man in his seventies was wearing pajamas and leaning on crutches. As soon as he stood at the door, he was majestic.

He had been lying down for too long, but when he stood up, he was still majestic and inviolable.

Today's hot search in the middle of the night is Zhanjia's unethical love.

Ha ha.

The aerial photography is not very clear, but you can definitely see the three people in the house.

Two people on the bed, and one person behind the curtain.

Zhang Mingmei woke up drowsily, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Zhan whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

This is a person who has long since given up on family matters, and Zhang Mingmei thought, she can't blame her for bothering him.

After all, it was his son who provoked her first.

Mr. Zhan glanced at the bed, narrowed his eyes in disgust, and then looked at Zhang Mingmei.

Zhang Mingmei clearly felt a murderous aura.

Mr. Zhan looked at her for a long time, only snorted, turned around and said: "Tie up those two damn" bastards and bring them to me. "

"Master, Master?"

After the old man left, one of the bodyguards walked to the bed and called him softly with his eyes down.

Zhan Fei didn't show any sign of waking up, his pretty good figure moved a little, and then he heard the woman beside him snort.

bodyguard:"……"

Zhang Mingmei still didn't speak, just watched quietly.

It's almost dawn.

Will she welcome the first ray of sunshine in the morning?

"water."

Zhan Fei muttered.

The bodyguard frowned. After all, he belonged to the old man. He still had some courage. He went out for a while and came back a few minutes later. He held a basin of cold water mixed with many ice cubes and poured it directly on the bed. On two people.

"what."

Immediately afterwards, there was a mixed scream of men and women.

The two got up at the same time, jumped up several times with their mouths open, and then looked in the same direction.

"Master, please get dressed with your wife and go to the old man's room together."

Seeing him wake up, the bodyguard threw the basin on the ground and left after speaking.

Zhan Fei watched the man leave and then looked to the other side in bewilderment. When he saw Bei Wei, he rolled off the bed: "What's going on?"

Bei Wei turned even paler, "I still want to ask you, what's going on?"

Bei Wei took the quilt with ice cubes wrapped around herself and questioned.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds and then looked at the person who looked at the window together.

She was still in the dark, but her face was even colder.

Half an hour later, Zhan Fei and Bei Wei were bound to the study.

The old man stood at the window looking at the rising sun outside, his brows were full of loneliness and unwillingness.

Could it be that the century-old foundation of the Zhan family was just destroyed in his hands?

He turned his head to look at Zhan Fei, wishing he had another son.

But thinking that Zhan Fei was no longer able to do it before, now that he is capable again?

The old man looked at his son, and then at his wife, the woman he had doted on for so many years...

pet?

Why does he pet her?

The old man's sharp eyes looked at the bodyguard at the door: "Give me a slap."

The bodyguard looked up at him, with his hands still in front, walked up to Bei Wei and asked the old man for instructions.

Seeing the old man looking out mercilessly from the side, the bodyguard knew that he wanted to hit this woman, so he raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

"what."

Bei Wei couldn't hold back the pain, and even felt her mouth was bleeding.

"Fight again."

The old man gave another order.

The bodyguard raised his hand again, "Slap!" Another slap in the face.

Half of Bei Wei's face was already flushed, and she raised her eyes to look at the man who didn't look at her, and she suddenly hated him.

"If you fight again, I will continue to fight without calling for a stop."

The old man was as steady as a mountain, and his voice was majestic.

So, the bodyguard wore leather gloves, and slapped Bei Wei's face one after another.

Soon, Bei Wei's face was bleeding and swollen, but at this moment, Bei Wei became silent.

"boom."

Another muffled sound.

Bei Wei fell to the ground.

"Stop."

With his back turned to them, the old man let out a faint sound.

The bodyguard stepped aside.

Zhan Fei, who was tied up next to him, tremblingly looked at the woman lying on the ground, then turned his head to look at his father, "Dad, I'm looking for Zhang Mingmei, I definitely don't have the slightest idea about this old woman."

"Zhang Mingmei."

The old man said these three words without emotion.

"Yes, how could I touch Dad's woman?"

Zhan Fei looked at the woman who looked at him hatefully and said.

"Bring home law."

The old man suddenly ordered again.

In the antique study room, a bamboo stick wrapped with a rope soon appeared.

When Zhan Fei saw the bamboo stick, his spine felt chills.

He loves to get into trouble since he was a child, and often fights against others.

In the past, there were grandparents and others to protect him, but now his father is the only housekeeper in the house. After this stick, his still unhealed body may have to collapse again.

"dad."

"To shut up."

The old man turned his head and pointed the bamboo stick at him.

The bamboo stick was split in a family, it was hard but soft, so it was tied up with a rope, and when it was pointed at his eyes, Zhan Fei stopped talking in a muffled voice just like Bei Wei just now.

The old man walked to his son's side, and slammed the stick down hard. The stick hit the flesh, and with the sound of the stick, suddenly there was silence in the huge study.

When the old man had finished beating, he was also out of breath. He threw the stick into the hands of the bodyguards, and then walked in front of the two of them.

The old man looked at Bei Wei, grabbed her by the collar, pulled her up from the ground, and asked her, "Do you know why I beat you? All these years, I spoiled you, loved you, gave you shares, and let you be the head of the family, even if you I have the right to act as if I didn’t see it when I was messing around outside, so why don’t I just let you act as a facade?”

"It's Zhang Mingmei."

Bei Wei suddenly gritted her teeth and said the person's name.

How did the two of them end up in the same bed last night?

She thought about it, only Zhang Mingmei.

"Zhang Mingmei? Zhang Mingmei is tied up in a chair, how does she order the two of you?"

"Before being tied up."

Zhan Fei also came back to his senses, and asked in pain.

"Hmph, are you smart now? What did you do earlier?"

Mr. Zhan was even angrier, and slapped his son directly on the face, the slap was so loud that it shook the world.