Wang Zhiyuan is also a decisive person who can take the position of the head of the Wang family.

Now that things have come to this point, he has nothing to say.

Raise your hand.

A slap in the mouth.

Just hit his son in the face.

To be honest.

He also doesn't like these people in many places.

Although love was a must this time, as Qin Ya said, teaching a lesson is not a bad thing.

What's more, my son is still very cooperative now.

A slap is also a hit, and a hundred are also a hit.

Wang Zhiyuan slapped his hand and didn't stop at all.

He was afraid that once he stopped, he would not be able to do anything.

Slap sex...

One mouth comes to the mouth.

Everyone at the scene was stunned when they saw this scene.

No one expected that the head of the Wang family would be really cruel.

What makes people feel even more painful is.

The head of the Wang family is fighting here, while his son is still counting there.

one.

two.

Three.

...

Damn.

Addicted to being beaten?

This scene is so beautiful that I can't bear to look at it.

Chu Feng didn't pay much attention to the two of them.

Turning his head, he looked at the others and signaled.

"Do you guys do it yourself or...?"

Jiang Lin is already ready to go.

His words made everyone present feel as if they were lost.

It seems that you can't get through this level without fighting.

Lu Tong was the first to stand up, and a wry smile appeared on his face and said.

"Come on your own, come on your own."

The same as the head of the Wang family thought.

His son is as expensive as he is.

If you fight by yourself, you will have a sense of responsibility.

He still can't bear to let outsiders come.

After the words fell, he took the second move.

"Who can't offend anyone with no eyes? Don't you know what you think?"

Lu Tong was still loud.

When he spoke, he had already slapped him.

Others looked contempt when they heard this.

It seems that he was calling the most powerfully just now.

Come here again now.

Fennie.

But contempt is contempt.

They don't want to remain indifferent either.

With these two people taking the lead, no matter whether they want to or not, the others can only stand up and slap their son.

There was no way, even the head of the Wang family was teaching his son a lesson.

By comparison, they are nothing.

For a moment, slaps and applauses sounded one after another.

It's one after another.

The picture is too beautiful to look at.

Chu Feng didn't feel much about the scene in front of him.

To be honest, these young men in front of him still can't catch his eye.

If the other party hadn't insisted on jumping out and finding existence, he would have been lazy to deal with it.

At this moment, he picked up the teacup, narrowed his eyes, and savored it all, no one knew what he was thinking.

He was so calm that Qi Bai and Qi Ying could not do it.

You know, these people in the field are all well-known figures in Jinzhou.

Now, he is so powerful with just a word from someone.

If this matter is spread, I am afraid that it will shock people to fall.

As for Qin Ya, she was dark and turned her head to look elsewhere.

Although these people in front of me are teaching their sons a lesson.

But this slap is no different from falling on her face.

Every moment was a torment for her.

After all, she is the president of Fengya Chamber of Commerce.

I can't protect my subordinates.

I'm afraid that after this, many people will feel upset.

But she knew that she could do nothing.

All she can do is to endure.

Fortunately, things are clear now.

As soon as that person comes and Chu Feng dies, everything will return to the previous track.

She is still the head of the Qin family whom she admires.

Jinzhou is the youngest and president of Fengya Chamber of Commerce.

For her, laughing to the end will be considered a win.

It's meaningless to care about temporary gains and losses.

Time passes little by little.

Finally, someone finished slapping a hundred times.

Then, the applause fell sparsely.

After one minute, all of them were finished.

At this moment, when I look at these young men, their faces are swollen into pig's heads. Not to mention how miserable they are, they are no longer as cool as before.

After all, it was a hundred slaps.

Even if their father had room for anything, it would be a blessing that he did not get a concussion.

A group of young men felt uncomfortable, and their father felt bad.

They felt distressed when they hit their son in the face.

More important.

The hands hurt even more.

One hundred slaps, whoever hits will hurt.
To be continued...