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

Chapter 1494 Confession
Yu Munan's heart was shaking with fear, but how could he dare to say anything when his uncle was so angry.

"Uncle...I know that I am unforgivable."

Yu Munan's cheeks were dripping with sweat, tears burst out of the corners of his eyes, and his lips trembled as he said, "I'll admit it even if you beat me to death...ah!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Junheng whipped his buttocks again.

This pain made Yu Munan want to die.

It was also at this moment that Yu Munan realized that the uncle who had been whipped thirty times before was still showing mercy.

If uncle were serious, he could really beat him to death!

He finally understood why tough guys like his second uncle Quan Yeqian were beaten to tears by his elder uncle.

Who is not afraid of uncle's whip?
Luo Junheng stood beside him and snorted coldly, "I'll beat you to death. Do you really think I will be reluctant to let you go?"

"Crack" "Crack" "Crack"...

Accompanied by this cold shout, a series of whips fell behind Yu Munan, from top to bottom, adding another round to the place that had been hit before.

The pain was naturally ten times greater than before!
It hurts!
Yu Munan had no energy to think at all, and the word "pain" was everywhere in his heart.

He even had the urge to run away, but his body was firmly fixed in place, not daring to move. He was enduring the anger of his uncle, but the overwhelming pain behind him was too excruciating. He knew that The uncle would be angry, but he really didn't expect to make him so angry. At this moment, he was more afraid than the pain. Yu Munan endured the pain behind him, holding back the cry of pain in his throat, and his face was covered with pain. flushed.

The next second, he was kicked from behind.

"Ah!" Yu Munan's body swooped down, his hips hit the cold table, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

He turned his head, looked at Luo Junheng subconsciously, and called out with fear and choking: "Uncle..."

The calmness on Luo Junheng's face had long since disappeared. He was both cold and angry. He said in a deep voice, "Are you angry with me? Or are you pretending to be a tough guy in front of me?"

"No……"

Yu Munan shook his head like a rattle. Facing his uncle's angry questioning, he could not stand still. His knees hit the ground and tears flowed down uncontrollably, "I'm not angry with you, nor am I angry with you." Pretending to be a tough guy in front of you...Who am I to be a tough guy..."

He explained incoherently, kneeling on the ground and shivering, his head hanging down, tears falling down like broken beads.

At this moment, Yu Munan was just like a primary school student who made mistakes and was terrified in front of his elders. He didn't look like a tough guy at all.

Besides, in front of Luo Junheng, no matter how tough a man is, he will tremble like chaff.

Luo Junheng frowned.

The boy does not cry easily.

Nezha was brought up by him, and he held him in his arms since he was a baby.

This child looks like him. I have been kissing him since he was a child. When he couldn't speak and could only blow bubbles, he would grin at him. Later he could walk and follow him like a little follower. Just now When he learned to speak, he called him "uncle" in a coquettish voice. In the years before Yan Xi came back, Nezha's existence was Luo Junheng's only comfort. He gave his heart that was already as cold as an iceberg a glimmer of hope. Soft, a glimmer of hope.

Although they are uncle-nephew, they are actually as close as father and son.

Even the tears and childishness that Nezha would not show in front of Yu Jinwen will be shown in front of him.

There is also a pure dependence on him.

Luo Junheng knew all this.

Because of this, Luo Junheng was particularly angry when Nezha went to the underground boxing ring to play black boxing.

He was angry, not only because of the danger and harmfulness of black boxing, but also because Nezha kept the matter secret. He only found out now, so how could this not be a dereliction of duty on his part?This was also the first time that Luo Junheng felt that Nezha had his own secret and was outside his world.

That feeling of powerlessness, mixed with heartbreaking sadness, made Luo Junheng suddenly feel that he was old.

The children grow up and have their own ideas.

Yu Munan lowered his head and knelt on the ground, crying silently.

He has never seen his uncle so angry, and he has never beaten him so harshly. He has the courage to do something wrong, but he does not have the courage to bear his uncle's anger. Although he is afraid, he even has a trace of anger. Si's grievance, even he himself didn't know where this grievance came from.

It's not like Yu Munan has never been a disciplinarian.When his younger brothers and sisters at home do something wrong, he will not be lenient when he teaches them a lesson. Whether it is training or punishment, it is all for their own good. In the same way, he also knows that his uncle is teaching him for his own good and is afraid that he will leave. It was a detour, and I was afraid that he would risk his life.

But...as long as you are punished and beaten, it is difficult not to feel aggrieved.

"Aggrieved?" Luo Junheng's voice came from above his head.

Yu Munan trembled slightly and raised his head to glance at his uncle. He never lied in front of his uncle, and his uncle did not allow him to lie.

So he nodded honestly.

Luo Junheng said: "Why are you aggrieved? Do you think I hit you by mistake?"

"Do not……"

Yu Munan shook his head, his obsidian-like eyes filled with tears and watery, "I'm not aggrieved by my uncle's beating. It's just that my uncle... was very cruel. I'm afraid... I just feel wronged."

After saying that, Yu Munan felt embarrassed and lowered his head in shame.

Why do you feel like you have become a three-year-old child?
How dare you say such things to your uncle...

Just as he was thinking this, Luo Junheng asked: "Are you three years old this year?"

"..."

Yu Munan lowered his head and looked for a crack in the ground, wanting to plunge into it.

Luo Junheng asked again: "Am I fierce?"

Yu Munan raised his head, looked at him, and nodded carefully.

"Now you know you're afraid?"

Luo Junheng used the tip of the whip to point at his face, "Why weren't you afraid when you went to the underground boxing ring without telling me to do black boxing?"

Yu Munan trembled and lowered his head along the tip of his uncle's whip, "Wrong, uncle."

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Be specific." Luo Junheng put the silk whip behind his back.

The uncle was finally willing to hear him admit his mistake.

Yu Munan took a deep breath, knelt more upright, raised his hands to wipe away his tears, and said with his hands behind his back, "Uncle, calm down, I will definitely go to the underground boxing ring to fight black boxing." I did something wrong. I should fight. I dare not lie to you. At first, I went to the underground boxing ring to avenge Ah Rong, and then I went there to relieve myself from stress. And then... I became addicted. "

"Decompression."

Luo Junheng brought up these two words and asked: "Where does the pressure come from for you to do black boxing? Tell me about it."

His voice was calm, but he could not be criticized.

Yu Munan knew that if he told this matter, he would not be able to walk out of the study room standing today.

But now that things have come to this, he still dares to hide anything.

"When I was in college, I suffered from neurotic anxiety and had to take medication to suppress the mania in my heart. I received psychological counseling in London and took medication for a period of time, but the effect was not good and it actually made it worse. There were no signs until after the black boxing... it got better."

After Yu Munan said these words, Luo Junheng's voice was never heard again.

He raised his head tremblingly and saw Luo Junheng's cloudy face. The next second, the whip was raised from behind him.

With a "pop" sound, Yu Munan closed his eyes hard.

But the expected pain did not come.

He opened his eyes and saw a whip mark on his uncle's arm. The blood seeped directly into the white shirt, which showed the severity of the attack.

Yu Munan's eyes were about to burst, "Uncle!"

(End of this chapter)