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Emotions are archived with memory, usually hidden and not moving, but once triggered by some wonderful memory point, it will be pulled back to a certain moment in an instant.

That hand is Meng Yi's memory point.

For the rest of his life, he would never forget how humiliating it was to be spanked on the ass by that big, rough, savage and tyrannical hand.

The embarrassment and anger surging out of his head even washed away his fear of being in danger.

There are not many archives about the pain in the small memory fragments, but when Meng Yi moved the tip of his nose, he suddenly smelled the smell of cedar mixed with orange.

It was the woody fragrance that overflowed when the man upstairs pressed down with a cold face.

That was about three months ago, on his birthday.

Once again, Meng Yi was deprived by his adoptive father of the right to visit his mother once every six months because he did not use honorific words after calling.

From the age of seven, in the second year after he was adopted, he was never allowed to step into the house, and could only live in the small attic next door. The number of times he saw his mother could be counted on the fingers, and in recent years it has been even rarer. Pitiful.

Only twice a year, the man was unwilling to let him in.

He listened to the "beep beep" busy tone on his mobile phone, and felt uncomfortable. He felt that he had become a tattered kite. The lead wire was cut, and he floated along with the wind.

He drifted to the bar, maybe it was Wangjiang, maybe not, his memory was all blurred, only vaguely remembered two things.

One was that he was squatting on the curb drinking, and suddenly a 50-[-]-year-old woman staggered over, threw him two banknotes, and asked him to go in and drink, saying that the street was windy.

He couldn't help but chased the woman for two steps. After walking down a street, he realized that the woman's short hair was not his mother.

The other thing was being blocked in the back street by the man upstairs saying that he had vomited on his car.

Although Meng Yi was already drunk at the time, he knew that he didn't vomit that car, and he had explained clearly what happened, but he didn't apologize or justify at that time, and he opened his mouth and started spitting.

Yes, Sapo, and a stranger.

Thinking about it now, I feel so absurd that it is unreasonable, but he did it, without saying a word, and sprayed the man from head to toe like a psychopath, so quickly that he didn't even hit him.

Who is Meng Yi?

The famous dumb troll on the as.mr live broadcast channel has been in the industry for three years. He has single-handedly sprayed dozens of water friends who are looking for trouble to the ban and quit the Internet. He does not utter dirty words when he swears, and his firepower is like an accelerated version of peas shooter.

He no longer remembers exactly how he went crazy, he only knew that the lower half of his face was tightly covered by the man after he cursed a few words, he said——

"Spit up or not, I want you to say something, not to talk back to me."

Jiu Zhuang was cowardly, Meng Yi didn't even bother, he broke away from his hand and continued to scold.

Afterwards, the man was probably mad with anger, the muscles in his arms swelled, and the veins popped out of his neck. As soon as Meng blinked, he pressed his face down on the hood of the Gust.

The man pressed on him forcefully, clamping his wrists with one hand and pulling them up, pressing on the windshield, while raising and lowering the other hand, he gave his butt seventeen times.

No more, no less, a total of seventeen strokes.

As for why Meng Yi remembered it so clearly, it was because the man ordered him to count himself while beating him, and repeated the count if he made a mistake.

"One shot! Bastard..."

"Twice! You wait for me!"

"Three strikes! Beat me to death if you fucking have the ability!"

"Four times! Ugh...it hurts..."

............

That night, Meng Yi didn't give in until the end, the more the man beat him, the more he scolded him, the more than twenty Arabic numerals were upside down, but the number was wrong, but the man stopped first because Meng Yi cried.

Lying on the hood, crying with his mouth open, his thick eyelashes were sticky and wet, and he was spraying tears with all his strength.

It was like a small animal abandoned by its owner for many, many years, but he waited until he could no longer hold on before crying this scene.

The man was stunned by his crying at that time, and he pulled Meng Yi off the hood at a loss, watching him slip himself into a ball.

Meng Yi remembered that he was sitting on the man's leather shoes, with his face buried in his arms, as if even the cold wind blowing from behind was making fun of him.

Later, the cold wind was blocked by a pair of legs, and someone held his head and shook it gently, saying that he was a little fool soaked in water.

"I haven't even said a serious word to you from the beginning to the end, what the hell are you playing with me?"

Meng Yi doesn't know either, why play?why cry?He couldn't find a definite reason.

Perhaps it was because he experienced unprecedented pampering from a stranger, so his brain short-circuited, and he wanted to do it without any scruples.

Perhaps it was because the man stood silently behind him to block the cold wind, the woody scent of cedar mixed with orange blew across his cheeks, and the rough but gentle hand was always pressed on his shoulder.

He used to think that he was a kite with a broken string, no matter how high or how beautiful it flew, no one would pull him.

But at that moment, it suddenly changed. He seemed to have really turned into a soaked bean, which was pushed into the soil to take root and sprout.

He thought the beans were fine, and he wanted someone to hold him down.

The explanation of not spitting out the car was not said in the end, but Meng Yi's tears flowed for a long time. When he was holding the water pipe to wash the man's car, his shoulders shrank and trembled, and water flowed from above and below.

Then the water pipe was snatched away, and a pair of hands covered him to help him wipe away his tears. The calluses on the palms wiped the end of his eyes inch by inch, causing pain.

"Do you want to wash my car with your kitten Lei'er?" the man asked him, "Do you know what you look like now?"

Meng Yi didn't remember whether he answered the call, but only remembered that the man leaned over and pressed his ears, and spoke in a low voice——

Like being kissed hard to orgasm.

The memory fragments were scattered by Chen Rin's cry, Meng Yi came back to his senses, and saw the man upstairs looking away from his head.

"It's over?"

Fu Juehan stared at the tall man, his voice was very low and deep, but not angry but mighty, which made people feel chills all over.

No one dared to make a sound, and the surrounding area was surprisingly quiet. Meng saw the big, tall man who had fallen to the ground, his face flushed red, and he got up trembling.

Someone suddenly broke the silence.

"Who the fuck are you?"

It was still the foolish thug who raised the crowbar at the man above his head and yelled loudly, "Leave what you shouldn't meddle in! Be careful that I told you—uh!"

The unfinished words were replaced by a crisp sound of broken glass. In the confusion, Meng Yi saw something fly out of the window and hit the thug's eyes straight. The glass shattered and several streaks of blood splashed out.

That is a slender goblet!

For a moment, some people were surprised, some backed away, and the thugs panicked into a group, everyone was in danger, for fear that they would be the next to be smashed.

Only Meng Yi didn't show any trace of fear on his face.

"Shut up, brothers."

A slender bodyguard walked to the window on the second floor and stood half a step behind the man on the left.

He leaned on the window sill, holding three goblets between the index and middle fingers of his outstretched right hand, and grinned casually, "If there is another one who doesn't have eyes, I'll smash his ribs with this cup."

Obviously, the wine bottle that blocked the crowbar just now was also his handwriting.

This time no thugs dared to act rashly again.

Meng Yi quietly made a conclusion that was three months late-the spanking monster that night was Wangjiang's boss, Fu Juehan.

But doesn't this look pretty young?

The tall man was supported to stand up, bent down towards the second floor, his legs were trembling with fright, but he was still respectful: "Mr. Fu, that person just now is new and doesn't understand the rules. Don't be as knowledgeable as him. Hurry up!" Calm down, calm down."

Fu Juehan didn't even look at him, put his finger on the cigarette to his lips, squinted his long eyes and took a puff.

"He doesn't know the rules, you know."

The tall man shivered with his shoulders crossed, sweat pouring down like rain, he raised his eyes hastily, and confronted Fu Juehan improperly.

When he spoke, he exhaled smoke: "Then tell me, which road's rules are being followed under my window."

His legs softened, and the tall man almost lay down.

"Mr. Fu! Don't get me wrong! We all rely on Wangjiang to support our families. Of course, we follow the rules of your path, and we don't have any thoughts that we shouldn't have!"

He raised his head, pointed at Meng Yi and Chen Lin, and said anxiously: "Except for tonight, I was really angry and wanted to teach these two boys a lesson, but we haven't done anything out of the ordinary!"

Fu Juehan didn't speak, but tilted his head slightly.

The bodyguard holding the goblet immediately understood, stood up straight and let the tall man go, "Go back and let your family be the master!"

The farce that lasted for nearly an hour ended with the thugs running away. Meng Yi and Chen Lin escaped from death and supported each other to stand up.

Chen Lin was solid-eyed, stunned and cowardly, and bowed to Fu Juehan several times in a row, thanking Meng Yi while bowing, and pressing Meng Yi's back together.

Meng Yi's clothes were too round, Chen Lin held him down and bowed like he was hitting a big rubber ball, but the ball leaked as soon as he slammed it up, and the button of his coat snapped open, revealing the clothes hanging on his pajamas. A bunch of Pikachu.

Meng Yi: "..."

Meng Yi: Damn.

From the window on the second floor, there were two low-pitched "chi" sounds, which seemed to be the sound of failing to hold back a laugh.

He immediately raised his head and stared up, his eyes were bright, as if he was blowing his hair, and there was a trace of expectation that he didn't realize.

But Fu Juehan remained expressionless.

Okay, it seems that I really forgot...

He pursed his lips, his brows drooping and his eyes embarrassed for no reason, and he wondered if anyone would be saved tonight if they were beaten by a bastard?

But in the next second, he saw the man upstairs raised his hand, and the tobacco sparks spun along with it. He slowly lowered his eyes in the thick white smoke, moved his thin lips, and made a mouth shape——

"Little silly bean."

"!!!"

Meng Yi's ears turned red, he couldn't help but stomped his feet, he was about to get angry after being excited, smiling!You are laughing fart!

He jumped up and was about to argue with Fu Juehan, Chen Lin was frightened crazy, and quickly grabbed him, "My God! Why are you crazy!"

As a result, one sprinted and the other slammed, and an orange plush bear just jumped up and fell into the green belt.

"puff--"

This time there were two more laughter from upstairs, louder than before.

Meng Yi was furious, but he didn't say any nonsense, because Chen Rin pulled him out and threw him on his back and carried him away, afraid that he would speak badly, so he desperately covered his mouth.

Chen Lin: "Ancestor! Knowing that you are grateful to others, let's keep it in your stomach!"

Meng Yi: "I X——@#￥&!!!"

The author says:

Fu Juehan: I saw my wife stomping her feet secretly, so cute, he must be complimenting me shyly.

His wife: I X——[email protected]#%!

Author: Your wife is very swearing

Fu Juehan: I hope he can say the same at certain moments.

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