Inheritance

"Go upstairs."

After finishing these two words lightly, Chen Jin turned around and walked upstairs.He froze for a moment, and quickly followed.

"Go to the study and bring the brocade box."

Before entering the bedroom, Chen Jin held the doorknob and said lightly, which stunned the people who were following him who were thinking about how to beg for mercy.

"What... what..." He trembled uncertainly.

"It's too late to start getting scared now." Chen Jin went to the bedroom, pressed the belt on the cabinet with a "kuang", looked at him, his eyes were slightly cold, "Need I repeat it again?"

"..."

Obviously there is a price behind the repetition, he hurriedly shook his head twice, hurried to the study, and took out the brocade box from the cabinet, but it was like holding a hot potato, wishing to throw it out of the upstairs , even if he took one step at a time, he had to show it to Chen Jin with a low eyebrow and a pleasing eye.

The heavy leather material of the armed belt has passed through the hands of countless people, and after years of glorious baptism, the oily sheen on the surface is dazzling.Chen Jin took it in his hand and simply folded it in half, the metal collided together and made a crisp sound, Chen Ting was startled when he heard it, his whole scalp was numb and he felt timid to grab the door, but the possibility of escaping from Chen Jin's hand was almost Zero, he didn't want to be hanged and beaten after being dragged back.

"Pants off, plank, one hand."

The commands are simple and straightforward.

But it's really hard to do it, probably because Chen Jin thinks that he has grown up, and every meal he endured after meeting gave him enough face, he thought that he would not be punished by such shameless punishment again, he didn't realize it This time he still touched the anger point of his senior brother.

Seeing that he was not moving, Chen Jin did not urge him, but calmly began to count, "Three, six, nine..."

He glanced blankly at his senior brother, the latter was just counting the numbers quietly, suddenly he realized the meaning of this series of numbers, his whole body became clever, and all his face was thrown out of the blue in an instant.When he was posing, Chen Jin's "Fifteen" had just finished speaking.

When Chen Ting was young, he was much more stubborn than he is now. Sometimes when he gets on the bar, he fights against him. When he is beaten, he refuses to hold himself up and collapses on the ground. Chen Jin counts like this, from the beginning "one, two, three..." to the present "Three, six, nine...".

Eh……

The speed at which this number is rising is almost catching up with prices.

As soon as the posture was stable, the weapon was thrown down with a single blow. The heavy sound and the pain caused him to tremble. He wailed in a low voice. Go back to your throat.

The buttocks had been hit by dozens of heavy belts, and they were already blue and purple. Chen Jin swung the armed belt, pressing one by one, from the buttocks to the thighs, and crushed three sets of fifteen blows.Fortunately, the buttocks and legs are only turning blue, but the buttocks are quite miserable, and it will bloom in a few strokes.

After only fifteen strokes, he couldn't hold it anymore. With the last blow, his wobbly body hit the ground with a "bang". The sweat on his head and the tears forced out by the pain were all mixed together. rubbed a hand.

"Are you sober now?" A cool voice came from the top of your head.

Shaking his head reflexively, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and quickly nodded again.

Chen Jin was not satisfied, he raised his hand, and the armed belt slapped on his back.

"Hmm..." He yelled without warning, this time without nodding or shaking his head, he replied obediently, "Qing... is awake."

Chen Jin walked around him, giving him a little time to catch his breath, "Stay well."

After moving a bit, there was a tearing pain on his back and back, he was a little subdued, showing a look of begging for mercy, and looked at his senior brother sadly.

He was answered with a subdued indifference.

Why is Chen Jin angry, why is he so angry, it's not without reason, it's just...

If you are honest from beginning to end now, you will fall short...

But the armed belt was too powerful, it was worth ten belts at one stroke, he really couldn't hold it up, he subconsciously supported the edge of the bed and rubbed against the floor to shrink in, even though he knew that as long as Chen Jin wanted to grab him, this kind of struggle would be useless meaningless.

"elder brother……"

God knows how embarrassed he is now, his black hair is sticking to his face, soaked in sweat and tears, his arms are trembling uncontrollably, and his trousers are hanging on his knees.

"I dare not...I really dare not..."

"come over."

He didn't soften his heart because of how pitiful he is now, and the simple instructions were still spit out from those thin lips without any emotion.

Chen Ting had no way to disobey him, but he also didn't have the courage to implement it. He was in a stalemate for a moment, and he could only twitch his face and look up at Chen Jin, expressing that he was really not disobeying him, but that he really couldn't bear it anymore.

With a "kuang", the armed belt was forcefully placed on the table by Chen Jin, and the air-conditioning overflowed, "I can't control you anymore, can I?"

This made him tremble.

Chen Jin took out the ruler from the bottom of the brocade box to check his homework, walked up to Chen Ting, and nodded in the air, "Kneel down, hand."

Compared with the armed belt, the ruler is really too gentle. After disobeying an order once, he was relieved, knelt down straight, and spread his left hand over.

"Two."

Chen Ting paused, then slowly handed over his right hand, spreading his hands flat, seeing the oily ebony ruler resting on his palms, but he couldn't avoid it and run away...

"Count it yourself."

"Um... um... more... how many strokes?" A weak and careful sentence, he really didn't want to suffer from the endless ruler.In the past, his father never set a fixed number of beatings for him. He always beat him if he felt that the number was enough, and that was enough.Chen Jin is usually not like this, and most of them let him count the numbers to have something to look forward to.

"What do you think?" Chen Jin raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, his gaze was like a cold pool, which made his back feel cold.

"I...I..." This number can't be said to be less, nor can it be said to be too much...

He struggled for half a minute and tentatively said, "Two...twenty...?"

After all, fifteen strokes of the armed belt have already been done like that, who knows how much force this ruler will exert

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin smiled faintly after hearing this number, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Fifty times, don't cry, don't make noise, don't hide, if your posture is broken, start over and count by yourself."

"Crack..." The ruler tapped into the meat.

I haven't reacted yet, and the first time has already fallen.

"Again."

"Snapped!"

"one……"

The moment the ruler smashed into his flesh, he spit out the number, and he didn't even have time to concentrate on feeling the pain, all his attention was on counting the ruler.

"seven……"

"Snapped!"

"Eight……"

The force with which the ruler fell was not light at all, probably because I always endured it when I checked my homework a while ago. Compared with the back, the pain on the palm is still a little tolerable, but this kind of endurance is only in the first twenty strokes.

"Hmm... 21..."

Low sobs were suppressed in every report, and it took almost all his willpower to hold back his hands, which were half an inch swollen under the torture of the ruler.

Chen Jin stopped suddenly, and kindly reminded, "Don't cry."

He closed his eyes forcefully, and the two eyelashes were stained with sparkling water vapor, and finally he didn't let the tears forced out by the pain flow out of his eyes.