Rich and young love: wife, your son is lost

Now...hehe, Shen Liying, let's see if you can still smile!

Shen Liying was terrified. When she watched Shen Congliang beat Shen Yiren, she wished that the whip was thicker and his strength stronger.

However, when it came to herself, she finally knew how terrifying this whip was.

"Don't... Fourth Uncle, don't hit me..." She covered her face and stepped back in fear.

"Uncle Shen, let my subordinates do it for me!" Gong Jincheng snorted coldly, crying before it even started, he was not in the mood to watch her cry here.

Shen Congliang suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Shen Liying's arm, and whipped the whip to Shen Liying's body.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts..."

"Fourth Uncle, I know I was wrong... Woohoo."

Shen Liying cried in a mess, the day after tomorrow is her wedding day, she already has no face, so why should she not even have a body?

After two hundred lashes, how could she get married?

"Whoa, fourth uncle... I'm in so much pain..."

Shen Yiren smiled, but that smile was uglier than crying.

It turned out that my father was no longer just a simple preference, pampering and pampering.

She just spoiled Shen Liying's face, and then she was slapped severely by him. If Gong Jincheng hadn't arrived in time, she didn't know how many times he would have hit her, but as he just wanted to beat her to death, she thought, She will definitely not have a good time.

But now he clearly knows about Shen Liying's evil deeds, but he is always pleading for Shen Liying.

Now it is even more... Looking at the heavy whip, but the strength behind it is much lighter than his own.

She sees it clearly, this is love.

It looks heavy, but it is actually light, and it hurts to the bone. Even if you are disappointed, you still hate iron, and you are always in love.

She hung her head and her nose was sore.

There was a sudden heat on her cheeks, she raised her head, and his lips were so close, "What's wrong?"

Shen Yiren couldn't help it, she tugged on Gong Jincheng's sleeve, "I want to leave here, can you take me away?"

She didn't want to look any further.

Her voice was very thin, with deep grief in her eyes, Gong Jincheng felt pain in his heart, "Okay, I'll take you away right away!"

He raised his head and glanced at Shen Congliang fiercely. Damn it, he made Yiren sad.

Shen Congliang froze all of a sudden, feeling like a glow was on his back, and his hands shook involuntarily.

Shen Liying was crying, dodging his beating in a panic, "Fourth Uncle, stop beating, I know I was wrong... please forgive me, I will never do it again... woo... ..."

Shen Congliang's heart ached, but he knew in his heart that if Gong Jincheng didn't let go, he could only fight until he was happy.

Seeing that Shen Congliang was indifferent, Shen Liying felt pain all over her body, and finally struggled and rushed towards Gong Jincheng.

"Seventh Young Master, I was wrong, please let me go... Please..."

Gong Jincheng's hand stroking Shen Yiren's hair froze, and looked at the distressed look, pig's face, snot, tears, and retracted his feet in disgust, impatiently, "Please? Hehe, it looks like you don't I still don't know where you went wrong!"

He hooked his lips, and calmly picked up the sofa towel beside him and threw it to the bodyguard beside him, "Awu, you do the rest!"

Shen Liying subconsciously looked at A Wu at the side. With that tall and strong figure, she was so frightened that she was scared out of her wits, "Fourth Uncle, help!"

"Fourth Uncle, help..."

The fourth uncle's beating was considered light, she could not stand the pain anymore, if it was Gong Jincheng's person...