As soon as he said two words, there was a crisp sound and he was hit on the left side of his face.
Meng Wenzhe's father's head was hit to the side, half of his face was numb, and there was a tinnitus in his ears.
For a while, he didn't react. He had been beaten several times when he was a child, but he had never been beaten again when he grew up. In recent years, he had been the one beating others. No one would dare to hit him. .
He turned his head again and again: "Dad... you..."
As soon as he said these two words, he was slapped again. He was panting and said, "You son of a bitch, get down on your knees."
Meng Wenzhe's father touched his face. The beating he made really hurt. He was really using all his strength to hit him. His face was really hurting as if it was on fire: "Dad, why did you hit me?" ?”
His father was so angry that he almost vomited blood, thinking that he wanted to beat him. If only a few slaps could be exchanged for the safety of their Meng family at this critical moment, he could even cripple his son.
If he didn't hear it, the little kid said he wanted to tell Xia Anlan.
In fact, Mr. Xia is not the most terrifying person here. The most terrifying person is Xia Anlan. No one in their circle knows how scary Xia Anlan is.
The fact that he has reached this stage at such a young age is not entirely due to his father. He is truly capable and scheming, which is really unmatched by anyone.
Some time ago, when he took action to deal with the Zeng family, if he had not cut off contact with the Zeng family in advance and took the initiative to report it, their family would not have been able to escape the storm.
Grandpa Meng Wenzhe gritted his teeth angrily and said: "Kneel down for me... What do you call me dad? Kneel down..."
Although he didn't want to, no matter how stupid his son was, he still knew that this was to survive the current disaster.
So, he knelt down very reluctantly.
Meng Wenzhe's grandfather stretched out his hand: "Bring the stick."
The nearest person handed over the wooden stick in his hand, but he didn't take it: "Bring over the iron one."
His son felt a little uneasy. Why did he need an iron rod
I saw his father taking the iron rod in his hand, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and hit his son on the back. He immediately beat his son to the ground in the snow, but he was not merciless at all.
When Meng Wenzhe's mother saw this scene, she hurriedly shouted: "Dad, what are you doing? This is your son. Do you want to beat him to death?"
"Shut up, everyone. I've been too lax with you on weekdays, allowing you to develop this bad habit one by one. Today, I just want to teach this brat a lesson, and no one can stop me." Meng Wen Grandpa Zhe looked angry and spoke very powerfully.
His son was beaten until he lay on the snow and wailed. Just now, his face was directly pressed against the snow, and his nose was hit hard. It was sore. He opened his mouth to cry out in pain, and directly chewed a mouthful of snow.
"Dad... stop hitting... stop hitting, it hurts so much..."
He yelled and was hit on the back again, causing him to scream in pain.
"Shut up, too. How did I teach you on weekdays? If you don't do your job properly all day long, you know how to get me into trouble..." Grandpa Meng Wenzhe knew that he would definitely not be nice today. As an old leader, he always said before , Knowing mistakes can greatly improve things. As long as they are not principled mistakes, as long as they are small mistakes, he can be very tolerant.
When they met just now, he had already missed the opportunity, and he must not make another mistake this time.
You must seize the opportunity first and don't let the other party speak and let him teach his son a lesson. By then, it will be too late.