Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Bo Yucheng's Mo pupils were as quiet as a pool of water.

His thin lips were pursed lightly, and there was a little luster on that beautiful lip shape, especially when the aura around him was restrained, he looked like a gentle and elegant young man.

"How can I calm my uncle down?" He opened his lips lightly.

Shi Hongxuan's cheeks seemed to be covered with a layer of cool frost, he looked at the man angrily, and just snorted coldly.

Bo Yucheng slightly restrained his jaw and lowered his posture. He was usually arrogant and indifferent, and he was decisive in the shopping malls. He was so powerful that the emperor covered the sky with his hands. Now he can be as obedient as possible...

"Since uncle doesn't mention it, then Bo will ask his own way." The man's deep voice sounded, and the voice was sonorous, and when he raised his eyes to meet the elder's eyes, his eyes were also extremely firm.

Even if Shi Hongxuan didn't intend to fight him...

He also had to do something to appease the elders, otherwise it would be extremely difficult to marry a daughter from him in the future.

"Family law?" Shi Hongxuan sneered, his voice was cold, "Master Bo dared to ask Shi's family law before he married my daughter?"

Bo Yucheng slowly raised his chin, narrowing his narrow eyes slightly, "In the Bo family, if you do something wrong, you have to receive ten lashes in front of the elders of the entire chaebol. I ask the Bo family to follow the law. If uncle can calm down, I will receive twenty lashes."

Hearing this, Shi Hongxuan's eyes flickered for a moment.

He frowned tightly, as if he hadn't expected such a move, "Twenty lashes? Master Bo sure?"

Ten whips can kill half of a person if they are ruthless.

If it weren't for people with poor physical fitness, this caning would probably be sent directly to the hospital, but he actually said twenty lashes!

"Then Master Bo, please do what you want." Shi Hongxuan forgot to glance at him with deep eyes, and put his hands behind his back with a cold snort.

He wants to see if he can bear it, and how far he can go for his precious daughter.

Bo Yucheng nodded politely to him.

Immediately, he went straight downstairs and left the villa, standing upright in the garden of Shi's family, with cold lips parted, "Wen Le."

"Master Bo." Wen Le immediately fell off the wall.

Bo Yucheng raised his jaw slightly, straightened his neckline slowly with his slender fingers, and slowly opened his lips and said, "Bring the whip, here, now, twenty lashes."

Seeing this, Wen Le suddenly opened his eyes wide in shock.

He was guarding outside the villa, not knowing what happened in such a short period of time, he looked at the man in disbelief, "You...you want me to whip you twenty lashes? Are you sure?"

"Sure." Bo Yucheng uttered two words sonorously.

Even if a caning can't completely calm Shi Hongxuan, he must do this to the extreme.

Wen Le looked at him with a complicated expression, "But..."

"No, but, get it right away!" Bo Yucheng's mo pupils were a little cold, and his tone of voice was uncompromising when he scolded in a low voice.

Wen Le looked at him wanting to cry but stopped talking.

It's not a question of whether there is a but... The main thing is how dare he do it? Let him whip his grandfather a full twenty lashes with his own hands? With his billions of guts, he would have to be frightened when he encountered such a thing!

"Not yet." Bo Yucheng's voice was extremely cold.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Wen Le closely, with a hint of impatience in his brows, and indifference at the ends of his brows.

Wen Le bit the bullet and went to fetch the whip, but his arms were trembling when he held it in his hand, and he dared not do it...

"Do it." Bo Yucheng raised his lips and said a word coldly, as if he was determined to receive the twenty lashes.

Wen Le closed his eyes, bit the bullet and raised his hand to drop the whip.

"Pa—" the clear, loud and harsh crack of the whip sounded.

The man's noble white shirt was whipped torn in an instant, and the clear and terrifying bloodstains immediately leaked blood, and the cold white skin was turned outwards, but he stood there with a straight posture.

Bo Yucheng's face remained unchanged, "Go on, there are still nineteen whips left."

Wen Le's hand holding the whip was a little weak, especially the sharp sound of the whip made his heart startled.

"Pa—" the whip kept falling on the man.

Bo Yucheng's back was always straight, his lips were tightly pressed into a line, his teeth were clenched and he didn't make any cry of pain, his expression remained unchanged, as if the caning didn't matter to him.

But only the fine cold sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

Cold sweat slowly slid down the smooth lines of the cheeks, condensed on the firm jaw, and then slid down the straight neck into the white shirt...

"It's a good backbone." Shi Hongxuan narrowed his eyes.

He was standing in the villa at the moment, staring at the man in the garden by the window, seeing that he had indeed been severely whipped, the chill in his eyes and the anger in his heart dissipated a lot.

Ji Lin, as a housekeeper, would naturally be awakened by such movements.

He also looked at the man who was being whipped through the window, and sighed embarrassingly, "Master Bo also cares about Miss."

Otherwise, no man would willingly receive a full twenty lashes for such a trivial matter, and would not even cry out for pain or stop.

Bo Yucheng's white shirt was already soaked in blood, but his black suit pants were ironed straight. The scars all over his body didn't make him look in the slightest embarrassed, and the noble and elegant temperament didn't dissipate in the slightest. Perseverance.

"Master Bo, the execution of two... twenty lashes is over."

Wen Le buried his head very low, held the whip in both hands and offered it, and secretly raised his eyelids to look at the man cautiously.

Bo Yucheng glanced sideways at the blood-stained whip, and replied in a hoarse voice, "En."

"Send Master Bo back." Shi Hongxuan's eyes darkened, "Don't disturb other people, especially Young Madam and Miss."

He saw everything that Bo Yucheng did, and didn't make too many comments, but only gave a light order.

Ji Lin nodded in response, "Yes, I'll do it now."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and went downstairs, walked up to Bo Yucheng, bowed his head respectfully and said, "Master Bo, sir ordered me to see you off."

"Hard work, Housekeeper Ji, no need." Bo Yucheng took the whip from Wen Le beside him, and gently stroked the blood on it with his fingertips.

He still didn't change his face, and pursed his lips lightly, "Please tell Uncle Shi that Bo will find a chance to visit officially at another time."

"Please." Ji Lin smiled and gestured towards the door.

Bo Yucheng's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his chin to look in the direction of the girl's bedroom. He could only vaguely see a gap in the curtain, but the lamp inside was dim and dark.

She still doesn't know anything, sleeping in a peaceful dream.

"Please keep this matter a secret from Lanlan." Bo Yucheng looked away, and Ji Lin nodded to express his understanding, then saw the man covered in scars turn around and leave the villa.

That figure from the back is clear but not lacking in perseverance, bloody but not concealing its dignity, the innate aura exuding from the bones, even when it is full of scars, does not diminish in the slightest.