President Husband, it's too sweet

Xia Yuling got up slowly, walked to Wen Yan's side, looked at the coat on Wen Yan with some surprise: "Yanyan, don't you feel uncomfortable wearing a coat in summer?"

When Wen Yan came out, he put on a coat to block it, because the man left too many marks on his body last night, the red marks were particularly obvious on his snow-white neck and collarbone.

Seeing Wen Yan deliberately shielding and avoiding, Xia Yuling sneered across her eyes, but her face showed a look of extreme concern, "Yanyan, why is your neck red, is it an allergy?"

She stretched out her well-maintained hand and touched Wen Yan's neck.

Wen Yan only felt that she had malicious intentions, "What's none of your business? Don't touch me."

Xia Yuling pulled off his coat seemingly unintentionally, and said in surprise: "Ah, Yanyan, why are you so many red spots?"

"Where did you go yesterday? It doesn't look like an allergy or a mosquito bite!"

That's the hickey, and that of the man last night.

The jacket was ripped off by Xia Yuling, and Wen Yan was only wearing a loose T-shirt. His thin white neck was covered with dense red hickey marks. At this moment, they could be seen clearly.

Wen Yan subconsciously looked up at Wen Jianguo.

Sure enough, under Xia Yuling's deliberate inducement, Wen Jianguo saw what was going on at a glance.

His face was livid, his eyes were wide open, and he was furious, "Wen Yan, how did this happen!"

Wen Yan bit his lip, what else could he do, that's how he did it!

Xia Yuling seemed to save the situation from the side, but added fuel to the fire: "Yanyan is a good boy, he didn't come back to spend the night last night, but it doesn't mean he went out to fool around with some wild men."

After Xia Yuling's "kind" reminder, Wen Jianguo was instantly furious.

"Which sensible child would stay out at night and come back shamelessly with such traces on his body."

"Wen Yan, I didn't expect you to be so shameless and let me down!"

He stood up from the sofa, his tall figure was a head taller than Wen Yan, with his hand on the belt buckle, he untied it and pulled out a shiny belt in two or three strokes.

The belt was blowing in the wind, making a sound of breaking through the air.

Wen Yan closed his eyes subconsciously.

As in the memory, the belt hit the meat firmly, making a loud sound. The place where the belt was pulled felt a piercing pain. After the belt was pulled away... followed by a burning pain.

How can I relieve Wen Jianguo's anger?

Then came the second blow, the third blow...

Wen Yan clenched his fists in both hands, his finger bones turned white, and his nails were deeply dug into the flesh. He stood upright, clenched his teeth, but remained motionless, bearing every blow of the whip forcefully.

He didn't even shed a tear, because he was used to it.

Out of the corner of her eye, Xia Yuling was behind Wen Jianguo, with arms folded, a smile on her well-maintained face, watching this family drama from the sidelines, her expression was contemptuous and complacent.

After all, he was old and couldn't move anymore. After only 30 strokes, Wen Jianguo began to pant.

Putting away the belt, Wen Jianguo gasped and shouted, "I don't want to see you again, get the hell out of the house and don't come out!"

"Jianguo, why are you so angry?" Xia Yuling followed Wen Jianguo's anger.

"Yanyan is a good boy, but he is too young and ignorant."

Wen Yan's whole body hurts, burning hot.

He slowly climbed up the stairs with vain steps.

Halfway through the climb, I heard the sound of the door opening, and then, the sound of joyful footsteps.

"Father—" The immature girl happily ran in with a small schoolbag on her back, followed by a beautiful boy.

The girl threw herself into Wen Jianguo's arms, "Dad, look, this is my drawing."

"Keshu, Si Rui, you guys are back!" Xia Yuling put on a sincere smile on her face.

"What did Ke Shu draw?" Wen Jianguo's voice softened at this time, and he took the painting from the girl's hand. proceed.

A fatherly smile appeared on Wen Jianguo's stern face. He hugged Wen Keshu on his lap and kissed him, "Keshu's paintings are really good."

"Thank you dad."

"Tell Dad, have you been naughty today?" Xia Yuling said from the side.

"No, if you don't believe me, you can ask brother." Wen Keshu looked at Wen Sirui, "Brother knows, I am very good at school."

Wen Yan withdrew his gaze, bowed his head sadly, the scar on his back was burning with pain, but the laughter in the living room was simply disgusting.