o, you are my rare love

Qiao Zui came to Gu Junzhu's office with a nervous mood.

Turning around and closing the door, he smiled and came to Gu Junzhu's desk, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

As usual, he wanted to sit down on the chair in front of his desk, and Gu Junzhu's voice suddenly sounded "Stand."

Gu Junzhu's voice was rarely cold. His butt almost touched the chair, and he lifted it up again, and the drum in his heart beat even more powerfully.

This time, his uncle seemed very angry.

So what happened to him was in the hands of his uncle

Wine-selling

Racing

Fist

Gu Junzhu leaned on the back of the office chair and looked at him coldly, "Did you say it yourself or I say it?"

Qiao Zui"

What made him

If what he said himself was not the same as what his uncle knew, wouldn't he betrayal?

He laughed, "Uncle, you said, I'll listen carefully."

Gu Junzhu looked at his hippie and smiled and wanted to slap him a few times. He pressed the cell phone on the table and said coldly, "Look at it yourself."

A video of the screen projection appeared on the snow-white wall. The video showed a long winding mountain road, and several racing cars that were almost invisible were chasing each other on the mountain road.

Qiao Zui"

All right.

It was the thing he didn't want his uncle to know the most.

He touched his nose, "I don't go often, just once in a while, on a whim."

Gu Junzhu looked at him coldly, "Qiao Zui, do you think this is not a big deal. You think you have good skills and there will definitely be no problem. You are just racing and relaxing, it's no big deal."

Qiao Zui didn't say anything.

He really thought so.

He is very skilled and doesn't go there often. He goes there once in a while, and the chance of something happening is too small.

Although he didn't say anything, Gu Junzhu knew what he was thinking just by looking at his expression.

His already bad mood was even worse.

He stood up suddenly, pointed to the corner of the wall and "stand over"

Seeing that his face turned blue, Qiao Zui felt something was wrong and hurriedly begged for mercy. "Uncle, I know I was wrong. I promise this is the last time. I will definitely not go in the future."

Gu Junzhu pointed to the corner and repeated "Stand over"

Qiao Zui was really angry when he saw that he was really angry and dared not bargain anymore. He walked to the corner and stood in front of the wall.

Gu Junzhu walked over and stood behind him and "take off his clothes."

Qiao Zui weighed it and felt that his uncle was so angry today that he made jokes and smiled, so he couldn't save him. He accepted his fate, took off his clothes and threw them aside.

Gu Junzhu "bring it to me."

Qiao Zui grinned, "Uncle."

"I can't understand my words," Gu Junzhu said.

Qiao Zui didn't dare to speak anymore, so he honestly took off the belt around his waist and handed it to Gu Junzhu.

Gu Junzhu took the belt, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and tugged it on his back.

With the sound of "bang", a red rafter appeared on Qiao Zui's back, and after a few seconds, it gradually turned blue and purple.

Qiao Zui staggered and quickly reached out to support the wall. The sudden pain made him tremble, but he didn't say anything.

For him, this pain was basically nothing, and it was too embarrassing to him.

He is a father, and he is still being sucked by his elders with belts. It's so embarrassing.
Chapter completed!