Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

"When did Jinyi find a boyfriend? How come I didn't know?"

Chen Yingjun dodged with his head in his hands, very surprised that Si Jinyi actually had a girlfriend. He felt heartbroken and betrayed. Damn Si Xiaohua, actually having a girlfriend secretly, next month's pocket money will be deducted in half!

"Your Aunt Cheng said that she saw her in Shanghai. The girl is very beautiful and is a perfect match for Jinyi. Look at you. You're already thirty and you don't even have a girlfriend. What can I expect from you?"

Chen's mother became more and more excited as she scolded, and slapped him a few more times.

"I'm only 29 after the Chinese New Year, Mom, you can't count!"

Chen Yingjun corrected himself seriously. He hated it the most that his mother counted the numbers. After he turned 25, his mother would always say that he would be after the New Year.

He just didn't understand. He was only 25 years old and still five years away from . His mother's ability to round off was too great. Fortunately, he didn't go into business, otherwise he would definitely be a profiteer.

"What's the difference between 29 and 30? You just know how to talk back to me, right? If you have the guts, I'll marry you my daughter-in-law!"

Chen's mother was so angry that she stood on tiptoe and twisted his ear hard.

"Aren't the elder sister-in-law and the younger sister-in-law your daughters-in-law? You must not say that again. The elder sister-in-law and the younger sister-in-law will be disappointed. Oh, please be gentle, or your ears will break!"

Chen Yingjun made jokes with a playful face and managed to make the sullen-looking mother Chen laugh. But once the joke failed, she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Don't be so playful with me. If you don't bring a serious partner home before you turn 30, I'll break your legs!"

Chen's mother frowned and issued an ultimatum.

"Mom, every time I date someone, I'm always serious. I've never been indecent. Please don't throw dirty water on your son!"

Chen Yingjun corrected seriously, swearing to God, he was really dating a serious person.

It's just that the success rate is zero.

"Still talking back? I think you're itching for a fight!"

Mother Chen used all her strength and slapped his sturdy back with a thunderous palm. Chen Yingjun could even hear the sound of bones breaking and his face was deformed with pain.

"Mom, you murdered your own son, ouch..."

Chen Yingjun broke out in sweat on his forehead. His mother's Iron Sand Palm had improved again. He was using all the ferocity he had used to beat the Japanese invaders to deal with his own son.

"Why are you pretending here? I can kill you with just one slap. Chen Yingjun, stand up straight. Yingjun, are you okay?"

Chen's mother was quite angry at first, thinking that her younger son was acting with her, but when she saw Chen Yingjun sweating profusely and his face turning pale, she suddenly became anxious.

"Ouch, Mom, don't touch me, it hurts!"

Chen Yingjun looked at his mother begging for mercy, Oh my dear mother, please forgive him!

"Why are you like tofu? Your dad is stronger than you, and I can beat him up every day without any problems. Your body is too weak. Start boxing with your dad tomorrow!"

Chen's mother helped him lie down on the sofa, complaining all the time and showing great disgust.

He couldn't even withstand a slap from the old woman. He is even more delicate than Lin Daiyu. This is not allowed for a grown man. It's too effeminate!

"Mom, your palm is iron sand, even a copper wall and iron bones can't withstand your blow, ouch... No, it hurts more if I lie down."

After Chen Yingjun lay down, he was sweating profusely from the pain and his face was pale.

Chen's mother quickly helped him up and wanted to rub him a few times, but as soon as her hands touched the flesh, Chen Yingjun started howling like a ghost.

"Mom, don't touch me, it hurts..."

Wherever his mother's hand touched, it felt like being pricked by thousands of needles. It hurt so much.

"Mom, have you mastered the twelfth level of Iron Sand Palm? You hit me so hard that my internal organs must have been shattered!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Your body is too weak, and your character is not good either. Don't scream if it hurts a little bit, just bear it!"

Chen's mother's face was full of disgust. She thought Chen Yingjun was exaggerating.

How could a slap be serious? She didn't really practice iron sand palm, so no matter how painful it was, it wouldn't be this painful. Back then, when Lao Chen was shot, the medical conditions were limited and there was no anesthesia, so they cut the flesh to remove the bullet, and Lao Chen didn't even cry out in pain.

What a heroic father and a unscrupulous son, look at what he has done!

"Don't scream. No matter how painful it is, just bear it. Learn from your father. Your father didn't even make a sound during surgery without anesthesia!"

Mother Chen glared at her son and prepared to find some plaster to apply on her son.

"Mom, go call Xia Qingqing, it hurts... it hurts too much..."

Chen Yingjun was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe. His face was pale. It was November, but he was sweating all over and his clothes were soaked.

"hansome?"

Only then did Chen's mother realize that her son was not pretending. She was so anxious that she yelled to the second floor: "Old Chen, come down quickly, Yingjun is dying!"

The semi-conscious Chen Yingjun wanted to refute his mother, he was still alive, not dead!

But he had no strength left and couldn't utter a word.

"Who's going to die?"

Chen's father, who was sleeping in the study, ran downstairs in fright.

"Yingjun is not doing well. I'll ask Qiubai's wife to come and take a look. You stay here!"

Chen's mother rushed out in a hurry to call for help.

"What happened to Yingjun? Was he set up by someone?"

Father Chen listened halfway but didn't understand anything. He only saw his little son lying unconscious on the sofa, half dead and looking like he was about to die.

"Handsome? Can you hear me?"

Father Chen skillfully checked his son's breathing, felt his heartbeat, then opened his eyelids to look at his pupils. He felt relieved, thinking that his son would not die for a while.

"You were set up by a honey trap and got beaten up? I've told you long ago that you should date someone properly and not imitate the mean behavior of those Eight Banners disciples, but you just wouldn't listen. Now you're suffering the consequences..."

Father Chen is more talkative than Mother Chen, and he sits next to Chen Yingjun and keeps muttering to himself.

"A man's ability cannot be proven by having a girlfriend, it must be proven on the battlefield. You were asked to join the army but you refused, saying you couldn't bear the hardship and insisted on doing business. You didn't learn anything else, but you did learn how to be romantic and cheerful. It's all because of me and your mother who spoiled you. We shouldn't have given in to you in everything. Sigh..."

Father Chen sighed and said, they are both late-born sons, so why is Qiu Bai so outstanding?

This one from his house...it's just that, but it's still quite outstanding.

A father will never dislike his son's ugliness. As a father, he cannot say anything bad about his son.

Chen Yingjun almost fainted from the pain, but was awakened by his father chanting. It must be that his body was in too much pain, otherwise he would have definitely said something back.

"What happened to Yingjun? Was he beaten by a woman?"

Ms. Cheng Yueyun's voice arrived before she even showed up.

"Who knows? I just slap him lightly and he'll be in so much pain. He's weaker than tofu!"

Chen's mother felt both guilty and angry. She was angry at her son for not living up to her expectations and she blamed herself for being too harsh.

"Yingjun's physique is too weak. When he recovers, let him practice boxing with my old Shen. It will only take a year or two to be fine." Cheng Yueyun said.

A group of people rushed in, including the old couple Cheng Yueyun, Xia Qingqing and Shen Qiubai.

"Let me consider."

Xia Qingqing spoke in a calm tone, and everyone made room for her.

"It hurts...so many needles..."

Chen Yingjun forced himself to cheer up and describe his feelings.