Chapter 270 I also want to climb high branches, hehe
"Take off your coat!"
This is the first time in so many years that Mr. Fu has been so angry.
Fu Yancheng was concerned about his health and knew that the old man was in urgent need of venting his anger.
And he couldn't refute the accusations in his mouth.
After all, he was indeed messing around outside with that so-called Mianmian behind his back.
The suit jacket was taken over by the butler, leaving only a thin shirt underneath.
"Crack!"
The whip hit Fu Yancheng heavily on his back.
The old man was in the army when he was young and was very energetic. Even now that he is sick, he is still very powerful when he wields a whip.
Fu Yancheng frowned in pain and felt the skin on his back was torn apart.
"I don't care about other people waving colorful flags outside, but how can you be sorry to Mianmian! Such a good girl, following you, is really ruining her!"
The whip was swung down one after another!
Fu Yancheng's back soon lost any trace of flesh, and the whip marks were criss-crossed, looking extremely terrifying.
Fu Qiuya, who was standing not far away, did not expect that the old man would be so cruel. She was startled and quickly wanted to step forward to stop him.
"Father."
"shut up!"
Mr. Fu's face turned red and he stared at her with piercing eyes.
"No one can plead for this bastard!"
In the Fu family, the old man has the greatest prestige. He handed the Fu family into the hands of Fu Yancheng, and there are so many juniors in the Fu family, and Fu Yancheng has several uncles, which shows how much Mr. Fu values him.
He even takes care of his marriage personally.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Two more whips were struck on Fu Yancheng's back.
The white shirt was stained red with blood, but Fu Yancheng's back was still straight. Hearing the old man's loud breathing, he did not dare to refute at this time.
For example, he doesn't like Sheng Mian at all. This wife was arranged by the old man.
If the old man really felt that he had violated her, it would be better to let them divorce.
But if he said these words, I'm afraid Mr. Fu would faint from anger.
After whipping for half an hour, Mr. Fu seemed to be relieved and threw the whip to the butler standing aside.
When the butler took the whip, his hands were shaking because the whip was covered with blood.
Mr. Fu had a serious face and sat on a yellow pear wood chair nearby.
"Yancheng, I know you feel aggrieved, but no matter what, Mianmian is your wife. You have consummated your marriage with her, so you should be responsible for her. I don't plan to tell Mianmian about this, and you should keep it secret from me.
, the couple quarreled at the bedside and at the end of the bed, if she finds out about it later, buy some gifts to coax her, and don’t contact other women again, otherwise..."
When he said this, a trace of anger flashed in the old man's eyes.
Fu Yancheng frowned. When he heard that the marriage was consummated, he thought it was ridiculous. What on earth did the woman say?
Just as he was about to retort, he heard the old man cough violently.
"Ahem, cough, cough, in short, Mianmian is a good girl. Remember this whipping. If you dare to act recklessly outside again, I will punish you and the woman you cheated on!"
Sheng Mian's face suddenly flashed through Fu Yancheng's mind. Inexplicably, he didn't want her to be implicated because of this.
"Get out! Ahem."
Mr. Fu was so angry that he patted his chest. The butler on the side quickly handed the whip to others. This was a whip specially used for family law. This was the first time in these years that the old man had asked for this whip.
The housekeeper quickly brought the medicine and gave it to the old man.
Fu Qiuya, who was not far away, came over, took Fu Yancheng's coat, and wanted to help him up.
But Fu Yancheng stood up on his own. Seeing that the old man was still breathing, he knew that he could no longer stimulate him.
"Grandpa, take care of yourself."
"You bastard, don't be angry with me! I can live a long life!"
Fu Yancheng immediately stopped talking and only took the coat from Fu Qiuya.
The old man probably doesn't want to see him now.
Just when he was about to leave, Mr. Fu spoke.
"Buy some gifts for Mianmian. You are sorry for her. Even if she doesn't know, you still have to compensate her."
Fu Yancheng frowned, his dislike for that woman even deeper.