domestic violence man

"You still owe me ten boards, and you can recite them after you finish playing." Tan Tianzheng said sternly.

"Ahhh..." Under Tan Tianzheng's unquestionable attitude, Jiang Yan just wanted to run away, but Tan Tianzheng just stretched out one hand, pressed him firmly against the wall, and took off his pants with his back facing him .

Jiang Yan wanted to cry without tears, and yelled indiscriminately, without the arrogance of the young master of the Jiang family, only full of grievances and shame.

Tan Tian was staring at Jiang Yan's upturned buttocks, his eyes darkened.

Since the last time he punished this little guy with a belt, he has been deeply impressed by his buttocks, which are plump and fleshy, firm and flexible. When the belt is swung down, the wheat-colored skin will bounce up and down a few times. It is sexy and exciting enough.

"Uncle Tan...don't...don't..." Jiang Yan lowered his head shyly, as if he wanted to get into a crack in the ground.

Jiang Yan swept his plump right buttock with a ruler, and whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, just ten strokes, it will be fine soon."

"Ah... ah!" Jiang Yan was about to continue begging, but Tan Tianzheng hit him up.

There was a "pop" sound, and a red mark immediately appeared on the firm buttocks.

Jiang Yan gritted his teeth and endured the pain in anticipation.

Tan Tianzheng was right behind him, so close that he could almost smell the faint smell of tobacco on the man's body. He knew that Tan Tianzheng must be looking at him as if he were a prey, and he would drive him to collapse at any time, or beat him to death. He couldn't stand it.

Jiang Yan didn't want to be ashamed like last time, so he could only bear it and kept silent.

But Tan Tianzheng would not easily grant his wish. Seeing that Jiang Yan was no longer struggling, he let go of the other's grip, slowly moved to Jiang Yan's jaw, and forced him in a deep voice: "Scream, scream."

"I might consider taking it easy."

Naturally, Jiang Yan would not compromise easily, he just turned his back to him, lowered his eyes and said nothing, but he didn't know that this would arouse the man's desire to conquer and sadistically.

"No?" Tan Tianzheng pulled the lower corner of his lips: "Then don't blame me for being rude."

As he said that, he slapped the light red scar again, this time with nine points of force. Of course, the pampered Young Master Jiang couldn't bear it, so he just yelled: "No... Uncle Tan... Uh... Don't...be gentle...my name is..." He bowed his head to the man wisely.

"That's right, it would be nice to be so obedient at first."

Tan Tianzheng's tone sounded very satisfied, and then he even rubbed Jiang Yan's buttocks, and then whispered in Jiang Yan's ear: "It's so pretty... It's not because of being beaten, what else could it be for?"

Jiang Yan felt that his ears were burning, and his lips trembled, feeling completely ashamed.

Before he could react, Tan Tianzheng slapped the board again: "It's still eight strokes away."

"Ah uh-!"

Listening to his yelling, Tan Tianzheng did not soften his heart at all, but intensified it instead.

The strength under his hands was getting heavier and heavier, and after hitting eight boards solidly, Jiang Yan didn't even have the strength to cry out, and could only lie on the wall and pant hoarsely.

Tan Tian was getting close to him, felt Jiang Yan's back heaving violently with the sound of panting, and smelled the faint scent of perfume coming from the other's ear, he was a little distracted for a while.

"Uncle Tan...help me put on my pants..." Jiang Yan whispered.

Tan Tianzheng's eyes moved to his swollen buttocks, and his voice was hoarse: "Why don't you wear it yourself?"

"I can't use my hands..." Jiang Yan lowered his head and gasped, waiting for the man's help.

Tan Tianzheng stared at the back of his head for a while, then suddenly threw away the ruler, grabbed Jiang Yan's waist, and breathed warmly on his neck: "Jiang Yan, follow me."

"After you follow me, you can do whatever you want."

Jiang Yan was frightened and did not dare to move.

Tan Tianzheng's strong and full chest was pressing against him, full of male hormones, Jiang Yan felt his blood boil for the first time, his legs were trembling, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses: "Uncle Tan, it's impossible …us…"

He was so nervous that he couldn't straighten his tongue, and started talking nonsense: "I...we are all men..."

Tan Tianzheng was impatient, and he was even more amused when he heard this: "A man? Then what are you and Luo Ran?" He lowered his voice next to Jiang Yan's ear: "Or am I making you unhappy?"

His hand slowly lifted the bottom of Jiang Yan's shirt and stroked it in: "If you're unhappy, why is it so hard?"

Jiang Yan suddenly broke away from Tan Tianzheng's embrace, put on his trousers with trembling hands, and looked at the man with a cloudy face. Although his face was still flushed, he looked very serious: "Uncle Tan, my brain is very serious. Sober..." He put on his belt in a hurry, his eyes dodged: "I'm leaving..."

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Tan Tianzheng thought of Shi Guanmo for a moment.

Guan Mo is so gentle, wise, thoughtful, ambitious, and very understanding. If possible, Tan Tianzheng wants to attach all good words to him.

As for Jiang Yan, he is a dude, full of lies, shameless, ignorant, incompetent... basically has no merits in his body.

How could he treat him as Shi Guanmo.

No matter how similar it looks, it can't be replaced.

That night Tan Tian was smoking in the study all night, looking at Shi Guanmo's photos again and again, his deep eyes finally rubbed together with the night.

Jiang Yan left Tan Tianzheng's apartment and walked along the flickering and darkening streets.

He had nowhere to go, so he could only wrap his clothes in the night wind and walk aimlessly. He didn't bring any money with him, but luckily he took his mobile phone.

Although the battery was about to run out, Jiang Yan stared at the empty street after one o'clock in the morning, and there was a little hope in his heart, hoping that Tan Tianzheng would come to him.

Even if that man who is always stern and ruthless is a little bit worried.

But no.

Jiang Yan could only use the little battery left to call Luo Bin for help.

Luo Bing helped only twice out of ten times. It happened that Jiang Yan caught up with him this time. When he drove to pick up Young Master Jiang himself, Jiang Yan was squatting on the side of the street, staring at the dotted sky above his head in a daze.

Jiang Yan's hands trembled when Luo Bin pulled him into the car without saying a word.

"What's the matter? Who labeled you like this?"

Luo Bin sensed that he was wrong, and hurriedly looked at Jiang Yan's palm, frowning and asking.

Jiang Yan leaned against the back of the car seat, pursed his lips slightly and shook his head, without speaking.

Luo Bin became anxious: "Damn it, who the hell hit it with such a heavy hand, is there any other injury?"

He slammed the steering wheel angrily: "Tell my buddy, who the hell is it?"

"I'll vent my anger on you!"

"It's nothing, I'm too cheap." Jiang Yan leaned his head against the car window, looking at the empty street, suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He didn't know what kind of feelings he had for Tan Tianzheng.

He was a little afraid of him, but he always wanted to do his best in front of him. He always warned himself not to lose face, but he knew in his heart that he wanted Tan Tianzheng's approval, praise, and even admiration.

For these, he has almost lost himself.