Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

The old butler didn't expect that what he had done was so concealed, but he was still discovered.

With a panic in his eyes, he lowered his head, "Sorry, Sir Alex."

Soon, he lifted it up again, his tone aggravated, "But..."

But if you really hit it with three whips, the young master will get hurt!

He was about to risk being punished and said what he wanted to say, his wrists were already pale by the handsome face, but the handsome man was holding him back.

Li Beijue shook his head towards him and motioned him not to say, "Wrong is wrong, I am willing to accept punishment."

He caused irreparable losses to the family because of his own private affairs, and made a wrong decision that can no longer be wrong.

Wrong is wrong, of course he should be punished.

He has no opinion on this point.

So from the beginning, he didn't intend to argue.

He made a mistake for Chi Enen!

"Young Master..." The old butler didn't expect him to say such a thing. At the same time in astonishment, he gradually understood what he meant. He condensed an anxious look on his face, a little more relieved, and said, "I know NS."

Old man Li listened to their conversation. Originally, he was a little disappointed with Li Beijue's stubbornness. At this moment, there was a little appreciation in his eyes.

If he really didn't understand why he had to endure these few family laws, then he was really disappointed, so disappointed that he needs to seriously consider whether he is suitable for the heir of the family.

It now appears that he did not let himself down.

At least he didn't let himself down completely.

People are not afraid of making mistakes, but they like to find reasons for making mistakes.

If you have to find a reason for everything, then any mistake can be explained by excuses. Such a person will only fail!

The whip of the breaking wind hit the back really hard this time, and Li Beijue snorted, leaned forward a step, and a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. It turned out to be pale and white!

The old housekeeper felt distressed, but had to continue.

What he thought was that the long-term pain was better than the short-term pain, and there was no pause at all, and the second whip was hit hard---

"Snapped!"

There was another whip that broke the wind, and fine sweat came out of Li Beijue's forehead, and the clothes on his back had been torn apart, and Yin Hong's blood leaked from it.

He kept his balance by resting his arms on the table, and was not overwhelmed by the strength of his back.

Seeing the cold sweat on his forehead and the blue veins violent, the old housekeeper really couldn't bear to start. He couldn't help squeezing the hand that was holding the whip, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sofa---

Old man Li was sitting tightly, as if he hadn't reacted at all, but with the hands holding the crutches, in the small details, he could see that he was still firmly squeezing tightly.

It's just that this little detail is too subtle, and you won't be able to see it if you don't look carefully!

The old butler did not notice his clenched hands, gritted his teeth, raised his whip, and the third whip passed by--

Li Beijue could feel the blood surge in his chest.

He was already trying to force himself not to fall, and if he had another whip, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

He tensed his muscles and waited for the third whip to fall on his back!

However, unexpectedly, the expected tearing pain did not come down, and a crackling sound came from behind!

Obviously the sound of the whip falling down!

Who blocked it?