The little wolf dog of the actor's house

"Boss Fu." The bald head leaned on his chest, stood up with trembling knees and said with his head bowed,

"I'm stupid. I didn't know that Mr. Zhuo was your brother. I misunderstood. You asked us to tie up that gentleman's son. I thought he was the one who offended you..."

Fu Yunyi's forehead turned blue in anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If he offended me, why would I tell you to take good care of his son?!"

The bald head lowered his head tightly, and said with an unlucky face: "Boss Fu, I'm sorry, I'm self-righteous, I'm stupid!"

Fu Yunyi's jaw clenched, and his heart was filled with an unbearable evil growl: "A person like you, if my brother kneels down, you're covered in gold!"

"Yes." The bald head said hastily, "Mr. Zhuo has gold under his knees, let him pay his respects, I got a big bargain today."

Fu Yunyi's throat tightened for a while, he gritted his teeth and looked at the assistant: "Who the hell found such a bunch of two hundred and five!"

Ten minutes later, several people tidied up their bald clothes.

"I'll tell you a few things now." Fu Yunyi said in a stern voice, "After you go down, say a few threats, you can hit him, but if you hurt him a little, I will kill you, understand?"

The bald head trembled.

What a weird request.

You can play, but you can't hurt a point.

If you are not injured, what else do you fight?

If he hadn't eaten that very generous salary in advance, he really wanted to run away.

But now, riding a tiger is difficult, so they can only cooperate.

"Okay." The bald man gritted his teeth, "I understand."

*****

first floor.

Zhuo Qingfan was sitting on the sofa, with a few younger brothers standing beside him.

Seeing the bald head coming down the stairs, Zhuo Qingfan quickly stood up and shouted, "What are you trying to do? I'm kneeling, and I'm kneeling, where is my son!"

As soon as the bald head saw Zhuo Qingfan, he remembered Fu Yunyi's gloomy eyes. When he thought of those eyes, his calves trembled with fright, but he couldn't show it no matter how scared he was. Not only could he not show it, he had to pretend to be fierce and calm.

Who let him take other people's money.

"What are you calling?" The bald head snorted harshly, "Don't forget your identity, your son is in our hands now, we are the kidnappers, the one who wants to kneel down and beg for his life is you!"

Zhuo Qingfan's eyes hardened: "I want to see my son now."

The bald man's expression changed, and he coughed lightly and said, "If it's so easy for you to see your son, then what are we still doing to tie you up?"

Zhuo Qingfan was puzzled: "Then what do you want to do?"

"I've said it before." The bald man said with his lines on his back, "You offended someone, and someone paid you to suffer."

Zhuo Qingfan stretched out his arms, and said a little speechlessly: "Then you fight, why bother, as long as you don't hurt my son, I can cooperate and let you fight until you are satisfied."

"Hey, you're so arrogant!" The younger brother next to him suddenly swung the stick in his hand and smashed Zhuo Qingfan's shoulder hard, looked at the bald head and said, "Brother, this person has already asked for a beating, so what are we waiting for?" ?”

Zhuo Qingfan groaned from the beating, his body swayed a bit, but he still stood with his shoulders straight.

Looking at the thick wooden stick with a bald head, he was already frightened stupid.

The younger brothers saw the bald head and said nothing, thinking that he was ready to hit him by default, so after looking at each other, they all picked up the sticks in their hands and threw them at Zhuo Qingfan's back.

"Bang bang."

One stick, two sticks...

Fu Yunyi was standing on the second floor, looking at Zhuo Qingfan's trembling shoulders, his eyes were turning red, these idiots!

"stop!"

The bald head finally came back to his senses and let out a loud roar.

Several younger brothers froze, and the high-raised sticks fell in mid-air.

"Who the hell let you beat me!" The bald head walked to the two younger brothers next to him, kicked each of his knees fiercely and shouted, "Who the hell let you beat me!"

The younger brother froze on the spot in astonishment, and after a moment of silence he said, "Brother? Can't you fight?"

"of course not....."

Zhuo Qingfan's dark eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared suspiciously at the bald head.

The bald head glanced at the man, choked back in time, and snorted coldly, "Of course you can fight! But why do you have to order me? Do you still think I'm the boss!"

Zhuo Qingfan's complexion was slightly gloomy, and he raised his hand to rub his shoulders.

It hurt a little, but it was nothing serious, he dodged forward when he hit it, and only hit the flesh.

"Brother." A few younger brothers who didn't know anything were puzzled, "Didn't you say that you want to teach this person a lesson? Then what are we waiting for now?

The bald head gritted his teeth anxiously: "Of course I have to be taught a lesson! But seeing you beating someone makes me angry! Look at how limp you guys look like you haven't had enough to eat. With your little strength, what can you do?" Did it hurt anyone!"

The younger brother lowered his head guiltily: "Brother, I'm sorry, otherwise, let's change to a thicker stick?"

"Change nima, change!" The bald man kicked the man angrily, and shouted, "Bring me the stick, I'll beat it myself!"

The younger brother was startled, and quickly handed over the stick.

The bald man took the stick and waved it in his hand with a gloomy face.

Zhuo Qingfan stared at him without blinking, his expression remained unchanged.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless." The bald head said with a gloomy expression, "Who made Mr. Zhuo offend a big shot?"

Before the words were finished, there was a thud, and the stick came down hard.

"Boom" the stick landed lightly on the man's shoulder.

Zhuo Qingfan didn't even feel the pain.

The air freezes.

A few of them stared blankly at the wooden stick, their expressions dull and silent.

After a long silence, finally, a younger brother next to him said weakly: "Brother, are you tickling him?"

"Scratch Nima's itch!" The bald head yelled angrily, throwing his stick and smashing the arm of the younger brother next to him, "I used internal force to hit him, and it hurt his spleen and lungs. How can you see that!"

While roaring, the bald man secretly worried in his heart.

Why isn't this over yet? When will this beating scene be played?