Acting as a substitute

Looking at his back disappearing at the corner of the stairs in the basement, Bo Shenyan suddenly had an urge to go with him, or clamped his shoulders to stop him, let him stay at home for vacation, and leave nothing alone.

But Yuan Jiayi is a doctor, and he wants to always fight for the patients, and he can really do whatever he wants if he doesn't have selfishness.

As soon as Yuan Jiayi left the door, Sheng Jianghe called as if he could tell a fortune by pinching his fingers.

"Mr. Sheng?"

"Don't go to the hospital, just go back to the old house, the doctor is here."

Sheng Jianghe didn't allow Yuan Jiayi to refute, and after speaking, he wanted to hang up the phone as usual, but was still asked by Yuan Jiayi first.

"Go directly to the old house? But how to filter the blood?"

"It's none of your business, come on!"

Yuan Jiayi started the car and put his cell phone in his pocket. Although it was inexplicable, it was Sheng Jianghe's order after all, and he dared not disobey it.

Both the old house of the Sheng family and the sumptuous courtyard of the Bo family are extremely luxurious, but the Bo family exudes warmth from the inside out, and the old house of the Sheng family, even though it has a perfect location and a beautiful environment, always has a gloomy atmosphere. chill.

Whenever he stood at this door, Yuan Jiayi felt that two forces were at war, and it took a lot of courage to walk in.

Today, there are far fewer servants in the old house than in the past. Yuan Jiayi was still surprised when he entered the living room, standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall, not knowing what to do with himself.

"Come in, come in."

Sheng Jianghe's voice came from inside the door.

Yuan Jiayi's fingers trembled slightly, unfolded and curled up, hesitantly held the doorknob, twisted it lightly, and stepped in.

The ancestral hall was filled with smoke, and Sheng Jianghe was hidden behind the smoke, with the cigar flame flickering on and off at his fingertips, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

But Yuan Jiayi didn't want to look at his face, so when he entered the house, he knelt in front of the altar and waited for orders, because only in this way could he be beaten less.

"Master Bo's family treats you well."

Sheng Jianghe put out his cigar, walked towards Yuan Jiayi with his walking stick, stood behind him and let out a sarcastic laugh.

Yuan Jiayi squinted his eyes in fear, and the two hands on his knees needed great restraint to keep from shaking.

"Mr. Bo should be treating me like a brother, but he's just looking at my brother through me..."

"Use you to fart?" Sheng Jianghe couldn't hear any joy or anger in his tone. He tapped the floor with his crutches and made a crisp sound, "Our Lanlan is the brightest pearl in the world. When you come, don't forget your identity. .”

Yuan Jiayi was frightened by the sound of the crutches again and straightened his back, nodded, "Understood, Mr. Sheng, I will never forget."

"Forget it or not, it's something you can't control yourself," Sheng Jianghe said with a cruel smile, he turned around and opened the door, "Bring it in."

Hearing the sound of objects colliding behind him, Yuan Jiayi lowered his eyes and silently guessed what new torture tools he was going to bring this time. He had tried all the whips and boards, and he had also tried waterboarding and suffocation, because he never Noisy, refusing to beg for mercy and refusing to shed tears, the crimes suffered are often heavier each time.

At this time, he also understood that Sheng Jianghe's purpose for calling him was not because of Sheng Lan's illness, but to deceive him to punish him.

Yuan Jiayi slumped his shoulders, pressed his hands on his empty stomach in his pocket, swallowed hard, trying to fill it up as much as possible, hoping that it would not make a sound when he was being tortured, which would further arouse Sheng Jianghe's tyranny.

The phone vibrated suddenly, Yuan Jiayi glanced sideways at Sheng Jianghe's location, and took out the phone to check the news under pressure.

[I'll pick up glutinous rice and get down on the ground. When you come back, we'll take them to take a bath. 】The corners of Yuan Jiayi's lips curled up, his fingertips landed on the keyboard, and he was about to reply "yes". Thinking of the upcoming encounter and Sheng Jianghe's warning, he couldn't help hesitating for a moment, then quickly deleted the word, squeezed Press the power button.

Sure enough, when life gets better, greed will also become stronger.

Even though he was so unbearable, he even began to think of things that shouldn't belong to him.

Yuan Jiayi took off his coat and folded it neatly by his lap.

This is Bo Shenyan's, and it shouldn't be stained by his blood.

The clothes around his waist were lifted vigorously, and before Yuan Jiayi could react, a scalding object slowly approached his chilled skin.

At first, there was a comfortable warmth, but in the next second, a heart-piercing burning sensation swept across Yuan Jiayi's entire back, causing him to shudder, and he knelt down on the ground in pain, wanting to dodge.

"Hide again, this will be burned on Yuan Miao's face."

Yuan Jiayi's lips were pale and trembling, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, he gritted his teeth to hold back his sobs, and endured the severe pain in his body.

"I have no choice. After all, you have already threatened Lanlan's status. You seduce the young master of the Bo family." Sheng Jianghe continued to exert force on his hands, as if he wanted to press the red-hot soldering iron into Yuan Jiayi's bones. , with a calm face, "It's right to tell you to suffer a little bit."

"I do not have."

When he opened his mouth to retort, he suddenly lost his confidence, and Yuan Jiayi's voice gradually became lower, and then fell silent.

Did he seduce Bo Shenyan?

Don't know, maybe.

The pores on the edge of the wound secreted cold sweat, and the stimulation of the salt made Yuan Jiayi more painful. He was naturally less sensitive to pain. Although he had suffered many tortures for so many years, he still survived by gritting his teeth. On the skin, it is really the first time.

This made him helpless, no matter how helpless he was, he couldn't cry out.

The hot iron left his body, and Yuan Jiayi lay on the ground gasping for breath, his eardrums were rumbling, and he couldn't really hear what Sheng Jianghe said.

He wasn't so naive as to think that this was the end of it. Sure enough, the next second, a rough whip hit the upper part of his back. Fortunately, the pain caused by the branding iron well covered the new pain from the whip. .

"Lanlan also said to tattoo this line on your body," Sheng Jianghe squatted in front of Yuan Jiayi, clamping his chin with his palms to force him to raise his head, "but I think this method is more convenient, doesn't it? "

Yuan Jiayi panted heavily, staring blankly at the ancestral tablet of the Sheng family on the table.

Finding that this level of ridicule was useless to him, Sheng Jianghe didn't talk nonsense, stood up and continued to punish with a grim smile.

Hot and cold temperatures appeared in the body alternately, Yuan Jiayi curled up tightly on the floor, allowing Sheng Jianghe to torture him.

The long punishment finally came to an end, and a package of things was thrown by Yuan Jiayi's hand.

"After you go back, put this thing in your bedroom. I want to see how you remember your duty and 'listen to me'."

Kicked in the back, Yuan Jiayi struggled to get up from the ground coughing, the blood dripping from his arm fell on Bo Shenyan's coat, he hurriedly wiped it, but it became more and more dirty.

It wasn't until he sat in the car in embarrassment that the lax consciousness slowly returned to his mind.

Yuan Jiayi took out his phone and looked at the new news on the screen.

[I saw that you are typing, why don't you reply to me? 】

[You still won't come back for dinner today, if you don't come back, I'll be ruined. 】【Pour out everything, not a single bite will be left for you. 】

Posted another one after a long time.

【I reheated the dishes again, came back early for dinner, and drove safely. I had a headache, so I went to bed first. ] Quickly added a sentence.

[I'm afraid you'll break the car. 】

Yuan Jiayi sighed sadly, covered his sore eyes, put his phone away and didn't reply.

After being beaten like this, there was no way to return to Bo Shenyan's house. Sheng Jianghe knew that he did not dare to tell the truth, so he let him go without worry.

After pulling out the tissue from the car and hastily wiping off the blood-oozing wound, Yuan Jiayi hurriedly started the car, just to escape from the Sheng family's sphere of influence as soon as possible.

The whiplash healed quickly, but this branding iron had never been seen before, so he had to find a place to live in the urban area first, and he could not go home until the injury healed.

Sheng Lan called.

Yuan Jiayi would tremble subconsciously when he saw anything about the Sheng family, his fingertips on the steering wheel slightly curled up, and then picked it up timidly.

"……elder brother."

"Jiayi, I heard that you were beaten by your father." Listening to the noisy background, Sheng Lan seemed to be waiting in the backstage of a certain program group, "You were seriously injured, right? I booked a hotel for you. I will send you the address in a while, and you should stay here for a few days, and don't let the wound get infected, or your mother will worry."

The lightness and lightness of his voice gave the impression that he was conferring with the caller rather than giving orders.

Only Yuan Jiayi understood his true intentions, and his intentions cannot be refuted.

"Thank you brother."

A tall man stood at the entrance of the hotel. When he saw Yuan Jiayi's car, he strode towards him, and stood quietly watching him park his car.

Yuan Jiayi also noticed him, and was worried that he had some kind of attempt to rob money. Thinking that his current combat power was really vulnerable, he was a little afraid to get out of the car. Unexpectedly, the man walked over quickly and opened the car door Drag him out of the car.

Before Yuan Jiayi could struggle, the man said first, "Master Sheng asked me to pick you up into the hotel."

"I can do it myself, thank you."

Yuan Jiayi felt uncomfortable with his touch, took the room card in his hand, pursed his lips, trying to get out of his shackles.

But his current physical strength is really hard to fight against this burly man with big shoulders and round waist, and even with the strength of breastfeeding, he can't shake him at all.

"In broad daylight, do you still want to beat someone?"

The two were at a stalemate, when a question with a bit of youthful air suddenly came from behind.

Just as Yuan Jiayi was about to turn his head back, a fairly strong slender arm grabbed his waist and grabbed him into his arms, staring at the man in front of him without any weakness.

The person who came was wearing a loose gray sportswear, with thin sweat on his forehead, he looked like a student, but the extravagance in his gestures made people dare not offend at will.

"It's okay, brother, don't be afraid, this is my family's territory, and no one can do you any harm."

The author has something to say: Thank you for watching, bow~

For those who say that close relatives cannot be directly transfused, let me say it again. The blood of close relatives can prevent graft-versus-host disease related to blood transfusion through irradiation technology. This technology has been started in the 20s. It’s just that in medicine, try to avoid direct blood transfusions from immediate family members, and try to use other better options. Jiajia is a plot requirement under a reasonable premise, mua!

感谢在2021-01-3022:03:58~2021-01-3110:24:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Fang Zhixiao; 3 bottles of Mao Fei; 1 bottle of Tong, Meow, and Winter Solstice; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!