After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 1493 Punishment
In the quiet study room, Luo Junheng sat behind the desk and handled official duties without even looking at the people on the floor.

Yu Munan has already changed two sets of clothes since he walked in. At this moment, he is wearing a light gray home clothes, holding a silk whip in his hand and kneeling on the ground. His posture is indescribably calm and respectful. If this scene makes the North and South Group The employees will definitely be shocked when they see it.

In their eyes, Yu Munan had a strong aura and looked down upon the world. He would only let others kneel to him. How could he kneel to others?

However, no matter how powerful a person is, there will be a place of awe in his heart, which is the home of his soul and makes him feel stable.

Yu Munan has always respected his elders, but when it comes to the word "reverence", he only has his uncle Luo Junheng in his heart.

The uncle ignored him, and Yu Munan had no choice but to kneel down properly.

Don't dare to disturb.

He also knew that his uncle was deliberately trying to keep him dry.

Kneeling here now, my uncle is sitting not far away. Although the whip will come to my body at any time, my uneasy heart has calmed down. I can also feel the taste of the slap on my face, and half of my face is numb. Yes, you don't need to look at Yu Munan to know that there must be signs.

Luo Junheng usually dotes on Yu Munan more. It's rare that he can't suppress his anger and slaps her.

Luo Junheng wanted to slap this slap when he saw the video of Yu Munan and Song Fan fighting. It was not easy to endure it until now. He still considered Nezha and Ye Zi during their honeymoon period, so he gave him a few It's a happy and carefree time, but if it were other brothers and sisters, they wouldn't be treated like this.

Luo Junheng didn't have time to fly, so he would call them over to be beaten, and send a plane to pick them up. On the plane, they would have to kneel with the whip in hand.

This kind of treatment has not happened before, both Quan Yeqian and Bai Luyu have suffered it.

Once can be remembered for a lifetime.

The study room has a wooden floor, which is not as cold as the steps outside, but it is hard after all.

The flesh on the knees was so thin that no matter how hard they were, they couldn't bear the pain after kneeling for such an hour. Yu Munan could no longer feel the pain.

Just a sour and numb feeling.

The arms raised high also made him grit his teeth.

His body swayed unconsciously, and Yu Munan was feeling guilty when he heard his uncle's tone of voice that was neither serious nor serious, "Can't you kneel anymore?"

Yu Munan immediately froze, moved his hoarse voice, and carefully replied, "You can kneel down."

Luo Junheng finally raised his eyes and glanced at him.

The metallic pen flipped twice on the slightly raised fingertips, and with a "click" sound, Luo Junheng clicked it on.

A soft sound made Yu Munan's heart tremble.

Luo Junheng pulled the chair back and raised his hand towards Yu Munan, "Come here."

Finally hearing his uncle speak, Yu Munan breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately picked it up again. He raised his head and glanced at Luo Junheng. His uncle didn't say anything, so he didn't dare to get up. He just knelt down and held it. He moved his knees step by step towards Luo Junheng.

After he knelt firmly, Luo Junheng reached out and took off the whip he was holding.

Just as Yu Munan was about to retract his hand, he heard a voice above his head asking, "Did I ask you to put it down?"

He was startled and quickly raised his hands again.

The rain was still falling, and it was very cold outside, but no matter how cold it was, it couldn't be cooler than Luo Junheng's aura, which was like lake water in the depths of winter, making people shiver all over.

As soon as he raised his hand back to its original position, Luo Junheng raised the silk whip in his hand and struck Yu Munan's palm twice without politeness.

This silk whip looks light and soft, but when it hits a person, it is three times more painful than a python whip.

Yu Munan frowned in pain, feeling as if his palms were being touched by tongues of fire.

Two red marks soon appeared on the tender white palm.

He gritted his teeth and raised his hands, not daring to hide.

"Try the feel."

Luo Junheng's words were cold and there was no hint of warmth, "Are you comfortable?" Yu Munan shuddered, shook his head, and looked up at his uncle, with indescribable nervousness and timidity in his eyes. , "It hurts, uncle."

"Just know it hurts."

Luo Junheng stood up with the whip in hand, tapped the tip of the whip twice on the desk, "Get up, lie down here."

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Yu Munan's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't dare to hesitate. He stood up with his knees and moved his two long legs to the table. His long legs had nowhere to rest on the table. Just when he was about to lie down on the table, Luo Junheng He said in a deep voice: "Take off your pants."

"……uncle."

Yu Munan's face instantly turned red and he muttered, "I'm...almost thirty."

Luo Junheng raised his eyes slightly, "Can't I hit you?"

"No, I can beat him."

Yu Munan didn't dare to say anything anymore. Yi Yan took off his trousers to his knees. Seeing that his uncle still didn't speak, he had no choice but to take them off again.

He knew his uncle's rules. The purpose of whipping the flesh was to keep track of the situation and prevent actual injuries.

As soon as he took a position on the desk, the whip came down.

The eldest uncle's hand was not weak at all. Yu Munan choked a pained groan in his throat and reported a number, "1..."

"No need to count today."

Luo Junheng said lightly: "I don't count today."

One sentence made Yu Munan want to die immediately, but he didn't dare to say anything, "Yes. I was wrong, uncle...ah!"

Just as he was about to admit his mistake, he was interrupted by Luo Junheng.

His voice was deep and cold, "Am I allowed to admit your mistake?"

Yu Munan shook his head feebly. He had been whipped one after another behind him. His uncle did not allow him to bite his lips. No matter how painful it was, he could only hold his hands desperately.

The veins on the back of his hands popped out one by one. Yu Munan's eyes turned black from the pain, and his back was soon covered with cold sweat.

He counted silently in his mind, and after about 30 blows, the whip stopped.

Luo Junheng glanced at Nezha, whose thighs were shaking with pain, and looked at the red marks behind him. He said it was false to say he didn't feel distressed, but he knew better that now was not the time to feel distressed. He asked coldly: "Tell me, why do you want to go to an underground boxing ring to fight black boxing?"

Yu Munan bit the tip of his tongue to relieve the overwhelming pain behind him, and his teeth were about to tremble.

With a pale face, he responded to his uncle's words, "In the beginning, it was just to vent my anger for Ah Rong..."

Yu Munan dared to hide it again, so he explained the whole story to Luo Junheng. When he was about to go there for the second time, Luo Junheng clicked his whip and hit him on the head. The pain in his thigh made Yu Munan's neck stiffen and he almost jumped up.

"The first time I went there was for Luo Rong, the second time I went there was to seek death."

"...It's to relieve stress."

Yu Munan's cold sweat slid down his forehead, and he admitted his mistake with a trembling voice, "I was wrong, uncle. I will never dare to do it again in the future."

"after?"

Luo Junheng sneered, "Why don't we do the math? I'll whip you as many times as you go to the underground boxing ring. How about that?"

Yu Munan's eyes widened in horror.

Over the years, he has gone to the underground boxing ring more than a hundred times, if not hundreds of times.

If uncle had followed the rules, he would have been beaten to death here today!

(End of this chapter)