Doomsday charter woman

Chapter 542

"Is it?"

Jiang Yibo's fist had an intimate contact with Jiang Yifan's cheek, and then, Jiang Yibo grabbed Jiang Yifan's collar, and asked Jiang Yifan kindly:
"What's wrong, are you awake?"

"It hurts! Brother, brother, beat me for nothing! I was wrong, wrong, beat me for nothing!"

Jiang Yifan struggled and kept admitting his mistakes, hoping that his brother would show mercy.

Will Jiang Yibo show mercy?
Facts have proved that if he showed mercy, he would not be Jiang Yibo.

Punch after punch, Jiang Yibo didn't use his abilities, but he didn't spare any strength either.

He wants to wake up the dog!

His wife has lost her child, and she doesn’t know how to feel sad. It’s good for him that she hides in his place and drinks to drown her sorrows. She’s not drunk to death yet, so let him take on the responsibilities of a man!
Bang bang bang!
The fist hit Jiang Yifan's face and body, making him cry out in pain, curling up and constantly backing up, begging for mercy, and crying.

Unfortunately, you can't wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, and you can't wake up a person who doesn't want to face reality.

Seeing his younger brother's death, Jiang Yibo became more and more angry and struck harder. No matter how hard he hit, he couldn't wake up the drunk.

After thinking about it, Jiang Yibo withdrew his hand.

He stopped fighting, it would be a waste of his energy to fight this bastard.

After exercising his body, Jiang Yibo dragged Jiang Yifan's fate by the back collar, and dragged the rotten meat to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Jiang Yibo threw the thing he was dragging on the ground, turned on the switch, and the shower head in his hand sprayed cold water at Jiang Yifan.

"cold……"

Jiang Yifan hugged himself tremblingly, screaming cold all the time, but couldn't open his eyes, and had to swallow the cold water poured into his mouth, it was really miserable.

It's a pity that his own brother is a man as hard as iron, he has no mercy at all, and he looks like he won't hold hands until Jiang Yifan sobers up.

I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, Jiang Yifan finally wiped the water off his face, and sat up staggeringly.

"Brother, it's alright."

"It's okay, you can continue to lie down, I haven't played enough. No wonder you liked to play with water guns when you were young. It's really fun."

Jiang Yibo stood against the wall, the shower in his hand continued to bark at Jiang Yifan who was about to stand up.

"Brother! I know I was wrong! I shouldn't be so decadent! I should take on the responsibility of a man! I should face the pain of losing a child with Wenrou! I should let the person who killed my child also Feel the pain of losing a child! I should punch him to death!"

After Jiang Yibo heard what Jiang Yifan said, he turned off the water angrily, and then left the house without looking back.

He did what he wanted to do, and as for the rest, he decided whether to mix in or not based on the situation.

But, to be honest, this water gun is really fun, it's a pity for his childhood.

Jiang Yibo straightened his rolled-up sleeves and looked at the back of his hands. They were not even red.

Should he lament his thick skin, or praise his younger brother for being more resistant to beatings than before?
It really is the water of life, but it is more effective than his fist.

Jiang Yibo finally made a small summary, no matter how hard his fist is, how can it compare to the water of life, right?

Looking at the man reflected on the elevator wall, who was tall, handsome, and erect, the man pinched the flesh on his face and smiled with satisfaction.

Although it is a bit hard, the skin is not thick at all.

(End of this chapter)