Qi spirit

The news of Senya's return spread like wildfire, and when Luca drove away from the Z2H building, there were more reporters stationed outside the door than when he came.

"From now on, you can't go out alone without the permission of the four of us. Don't try to deceive us by being clever. You should already know that no one will soften your heart easily." Luca said.

Han Yuling was lying on the back seat of the car. He wrapped a layer of gauze on the palms of his hands to prevent the bacterial infection of the wound. Now my arms are uncomfortable.

"Did you hear that?" Luca looked in the rearview mirror, saw the baby twisting and turning, and didn't listen carefully at all, so angry that he wanted to stop immediately and punish him.

"Understood." The response was several beats late, followed by an impatient complaint: "The car seat is so hard... Brother Zong really has no vision in buying this car..."

"Is it hard?" Luca asked coldly.

Han Yuling was taken aback by Luka's tone, thinking about how to turn around, but Luka went on to say: "Your butt is also very hard, sit up and take a look."

Han Yuling felt a chill down his back, he hesitated and said, "No...no, it's very soft...comfortable...very comfortable."

"Oh? Then you should sit up, right? Your spine has an old problem, and it's not suitable for you to lie on a cushion that is too soft."

"Brother Lu...don't be like this...I just apologize for what I said just now."

"Apologizing is admitting mistakes, and admitting mistakes means admitting punishment. Sit up, don't let me say it a second time." Luka's tone was suddenly full of anger, and Han Yuling could see his temples throbbing from behind.

"Brother Lu, don't be angry! Don't be angry! I'll get up..." Han Yuling climbed up with difficulty, hugging the front seat of the car with both arms, he dared not sit down for a long time, but he was of excellent height, and it was too tiring to maintain the squatting position in the car He slowly sank after a short time. When his buttocks began to bear the pressure of his weight, he straightened his legs a little more. When his legs were sore, he sank carefully. This went on and on until Luca parked the car. , he was already sweating all over, his thighs seemed to have just gone through a squat exercise, and he could hardly straighten his legs after getting off the car.

Luka couldn't bear to see Han Yuling's exhausted look, and when the elevator came, he picked up Han Yuling and walked into the elevator with ease.

Han Yuling was so happy that he could walk less, reached out to press the floor, and nestled in his godfather's arms comfortably.

Luka smiled and shook his head without saying anything. He recalled Han Yuling's most cute and cute appearance in his mind. At that time, his godson was half lighter than now, but he was still more energetic than now. Running with the beach, I accidentally stepped on a pit and fell down, and insisted on going to a further place to see, so I had to be carried, carried, or hugged by my godfather, and slowly moved forward step by step .

Don't worry, Han Yuling's life is still very long.

After entering the house and finding that Han Feng was not there, Luca took the baby into the bedroom, took good care of it as always, and reminded the baby to see the parents later, so don't be stubborn.

"Brother Feng won't teach Sean a lesson, will he?" Han Yuling grabbed Luka and asked.

Luca shrugged, deliberately not to reassure the baby.

"Can you tell Brother Feng that it's okay to have black spots on your hands." Han Yuling frowned resentfully.

"Haha..." Luka laughed, feeling that his godson's reaction was very satisfying, and decided to make this sweetheart a feast tonight, making his favorite braised pig's trotters and egg pudding for dessert.

"Han Feng won't do anything to the people in your company, don't move your head, hurry up and rest, I know that you have been secretly writing music in the studio in the middle of the night these days, and you don't even know that you are going to enter middle age Is it? If you don’t take good care of your body, your Brother Xia will look younger than you.” Luka closed the curtains, adjusted the air conditioner, and muttered.

"Brother Lu." Han Yuling called softly, "Why are you and Brother Feng still back?"

Luca stood by the window and looked down at Han Yuling. He knew that a year ago, Han Feng was alert to the series of things that would happen to Han Yuling now. At that time, Han Feng asked him to face it by himself, and not to involve all the godfathers in it.

"You still remember that Han Feng had an operation three years ago, and after that, he had regular follow-up visits..." Luca said.

Startled, Han Yuling jumped up, knelt on the bed and grabbed Luka's arms, completely forgetting the pain in his palms for a moment, and asked anxiously, "Brother Feng's illness has relapsed?"

Luca smiled lightly, raised his hand to gently caress Han Yuling's cheek, and said in an affirmative tone enough to calm Han Yuling's emotions, "It's all good."

Han Yuling's nose was sore, he put his arms around Luca, and said excitedly: "Please don't do this again! Why don't you let me know what happened!"

Luca touched the baby's head, still smiling with relief, "Han Feng and I have done so many bad things in the past, we will not be surprised when the retribution comes, but it's very strange, what surprises us most is that every time we fail, probably It was because of you, when we were fine, something happened to you, it was your luck that has been protecting us, so... Han Feng decided to come back to repay his kindness."

"What, I didn't do anything..." Han Yuling wiped his nose and looked at Luka.

"Han Feng always said that the fortune teller said that you will win every bet?"

"I don't even like gambling..." Han Yuling interrupted.

"That's right, the fortune teller was actually talking about him, the one who gambled, Han Feng, who used to gamble with his life every day, and was always proud of his winning luck, until the fortune teller told him that he had a destiny Those who are predestined with each other will suffer all kinds of hardships in their lifetime in exchange for good luck in their lifetime." The more Luka said, the more confused Han Yuling became.

"Before saving you from Huo Yao, he thought I was the destined person."

Han Yuling wiped his hands with a tissue and muttered, "Don't believe in metaphysics."

"Believe it or not, it can't change a fact." Luka pinched the baby's bulging cheeks, making the baby's moist lips pucker up cutely.

"You are our cutest talisman, we will hang you by our side for the rest of our lives, live and live together."

"Take good care of the amulet and don't break it." Han Yuling deliberately spread his broken palm.

Luka smirked, "Don't believe too much in the fortune teller's words." He turned his face sideways, "Kiss Brother Lu."

Han Yuling straightened up, held his godfather's face in his hands, and kissed his godfather's warm face lovingly as he did when he was a child.

"Han Feng loves you very much." Luka stroked the baby's forehead.

"Brother Zong and Mu love you very much." Gently rubbing the baby's ears.

"I love you." Close your eyes, mouth, gently touch the baby's lips.

Han Feng came back near dusk, and yelled as soon as he entered the door: "Honey! The big pig's trotter you wanted is back! Do you see how beautiful it is?"

Han Yuling, who was in a deep sleep, woke up immediately. Seeing that the door of the room was ajar and smelling a strong stew, he heard Luka say, "I asked my neighbor to buy it for me. Will you still starve to death when you come back?"

The loving couple flirted and scolded one after another outside the room. Han Yuling slowly got up, washed his face, combed his hair, put on his trousers, and opened the long sandalwood box on the bedside table.

Hearing the slight sound of the door closing, Han Yuling knelt down as soon as he turned around, holding up the ruler that Han Feng bought for him with both hands.

"I'm sorry, Brother Feng, I didn't know how to do things. I made you worry about me. I admit my mistake. I am willing to bear any punishment." Han Yuling lowered his head, and every word was clear and loud.

"You feel that you haven't been punished enough?" Han Feng took down the ruler, threw it on the bed, and lightly held Han Yuling's swollen hand to examine it.

Han Yuling pursed his lips tightly, clenched his hands and hung them to his side.

Han Feng sat on the bed, stretched out his hand to lift Han Yuling's chin, and looked directly into Han Yuling's clear eyes.

"If your stupid apprentice hadn't made it public, would you have honestly told us what happened yesterday?" Han Feng asked in a deep voice.

A gleam of fear flashed in Han Yuling's eyes. Han Feng's questioning could easily confuse him, no amount of mental preparation was enough.

"No...no." Han Yuling replied tremblingly.

Han Feng withdrew his hand and looked at Han Yuling without saying a word.

Han Yuling swallowed his saliva, stood up spontaneously and untied the straps on his trouser waist.

"That's normal." Han Feng said this out of the blue, and Han Yuling didn't know what to do.

"Even if you go through fire and water, you won't let your beloved see the scars all over your body. That's what a man does." Han Feng stood up, stretched out his hand to tie the straps for Han Yuling again, and smiled inadvertently. Every detail of bathing and dressing the child.

"Have you grown up?" Han Feng asked gently.

Han Yuling was stunned for a long time, then nodded slowly, "I'm working hard."

Han Feng raised the corner of his mouth, "It's a good start, dare to do something, dare to make mistakes, dare to pay for it." Saying that, Han Feng took off the leather belt around his waist.

Han Yuling's eyelids twitched and his whole body tensed up, like a wild animal's natural reaction when it realizes danger.

"I agree with the normality of your behavior, but not the correctness. You know that you are betting your life, and you don't even carry chips. If you lose the bet, the consequences will be disastrous." Han Feng folded the belt and carried it with one hand .

"Gambling your life is not something you can do at this stage." Han Feng pointed at the wall, "If you think that I am your godfather, there must be things that I can do that you cannot do."

Han Yuling turned his stiff neck to look at the wall, bit his lip and walked silently, standing with his hands against the wall.

"Take off your clothes." Han Feng ordered.

Han Yuling blinked, retracted the buttocks that had just been pushed out, and carefully grabbed the hem of the clothes to pull up the top and take it off.

"Brother Feng." Han Yuling turned to look at Han Feng, and saw that Han Feng was moving his arm holding the belt.

"In the future...will you stop spanking?"

Han Feng raised his eyebrows and snapped his fingers, "Okay, as long as you say that you are not grown up, it is worth my troubles! Take off your pants!"

"Ah? Hey! Pretend I didn't say anything!" Han Yuling turned around to protect his buttocks. Han Feng's belt was no lighter than a ruler!

"You bastard, you can't do without beating!" Han Feng turned his godson 180 degrees, faced the wall again, took a step back, and raised his belt to pump it hard!

Whoop!Han Yuling felt as if a layer of skin had been torn off his back instantly!

"Wow..." Han Yuling supported the wall, the new injury on his back completely distracted him from feeling the pain in his palm.

Han Yuling heard from Xia Mu that Han Feng used to beat his back with a leather belt if he had to teach his subordinates a lesson. Xia Mu said that Luka also suffered from this, but it was very light. As for those who are very serious, no matter how many times they get tattoos on their backs, they can't hide those scars. Ji Peng is one of them.

"Brother Feng, don't leave a scar, okay? I'm at least... your talisman." Han Yuling dared to seek a light punishment for himself, not because he was afraid of pain, but because he was worried that Han Feng would be addicted to smoking now. Later, Luka will settle accounts after autumn. If scars are really left, the other two godfathers and boyfriends will definitely be unhappy, and they will group together to isolate Han Feng. Thinking about it, Han Feng, a middle-aged uncle, will be very pitiful in his later years.

Han Feng stroked his chin and nodded, "Your brother Lu told you."

"Hmm." Han Yuling touched the tingling part of his back, it was only slightly swollen and hot, it didn't seem that the skin had really been peeled off, it seemed that his back was very intolerant of pain.

It's still happier where there is a lot of meat... although it's more embarrassing.

After a round of careful thinking, Han Yuling decided to abandon the masculine way of punishment, and decisively took off his pants.

"Hey, you! Do you want to be punished seriously?" Han Feng was so angry with his godson that he couldn't laugh or cry.

Han Yuling bent down, pushed out the ravine-ridden double mounds, and said stiffly, "Brother Feng, please hit me."

Han Feng handed the belt to his left hand, and with his right hand, he spread his palm and slapped Han Yuling's skinny butt.

Han Yuling tried his best not to hide or scream, but after all, he was a flesh and blood body who had been punished hundreds of times, so he really didn't have the confidence to withstand Han Feng's belt attacks.

"It's harder than a rock, can you hold it?" Han Feng returned the belt to his right hand, touched the red and swollen ribs on Han Yuling's back with his left hand, and said in a more serious tone: "I know it's hard to hit here."

Han Yuling couldn't help but guess that Han Feng had also endured such a beating. At that moment, he asked himself, is he capable of enduring the suffering Han Feng has endured?

Han Yuling didn't think about it for long, and slowly stood up straight, gritted his teeth, strengthened his will, and said, "I will fight no matter how Brother Feng wants to fight."

Han Feng didn't speak for a long time, and Han Yuling didn't dare to move. Finally, Han Feng laughed bitterly, and said with a bit of self-mockery: "I always hope that you can quickly act like a big man who can take responsibility, but your hands can't help it. Treating you like a wayward child, Brother Feng really doesn't know what to do with you."

Han Yuling couldn't give an appropriate answer. He also wanted to be an adult who could protect his godfather in the eyes of his godfather, but his godfathers were all too brave and capable. It seemed that he would never be stronger than his godfather. As for As a child, he would certainly like to be under the wing of his godfather forever and do whatever he wants, but he knows that this is a selfish idea.

"Why...before the age of 35?" Han Yuling wanted to ease the awkward atmosphere, so he changed the subject, "The fortune teller said that I was Brother Feng's amulet before the age of 35, so isn't it now?"

Han Feng laughed again, but this time it was his usual heroic laugh.

"Can fortune-telling be trusted? It's just for reference! Reference!"

Han Yuling secretly rolled his eyes and scratched his itchy instep with his toes.

"Lu always doesn't believe in mystical things. He told you this, mostly to give you a chance to use these words to trick Lao Tzu, amulet? If he believed it, he wouldn't slap your hands all over the place. , I can’t smoke it?”

Han Feng snorted, stepped back, and pulled the belt with both hands, making a frightening crackling sound.

"The tradition of three hundred strokes started by Lao Tzu cannot be changed. You have two buttocks and one back, which is just right."

Han Yuling was speechless. He felt that Han Feng had set a precedent, and he would definitely beat himself up like this in the future. Is this joy or sorrow...

"I want to ask another question." Han Yuling said in a low voice, before Han Feng allowed him to ask, he immediately asked, "Is the number three hundred meaningful?"

"Who told you the truth again? Doesn't a hundred hits mean itching? Add another hundred and you'll get over it. Four hundred is unlucky for anyone. Five hundred is too much." I don't want to waste so much energy."

Han Yuling sighed, it is a fact that Han Feng is not educated.

crackle!crackle!After Han Feng finished his speech, he began to swing the belt, with a forehand and a backhand, the technique was as proficient as the best skill.

Han Yuling's butt hurts, his hands hurt, his back hurts, and when he thinks that he will recuperate in a five-body posture in the next few days, bitter tears fall from the corners of his eyes...