"Sister, brother-in-law, where are we going?"
After Yan Xiangyang changed his clothes, his rationality had returned a little.
Looking at the dim sky outside, Yan Xiangyang secretly complained incessantly. "" Jin Weimo just glanced at Yan Xiangyang with his eyes, without any intention of telling him.
Yan Xiangyang began to feel scared, but he could only follow Jin Weimo aggrievedly, and then walked into Jin Weimo's usual exclusive training room.
In the training room, there are all kinds of equipment, even boxing.
"Take it."
Jin Weimo took the boxing gloves and threw them to Yan Xiangyang.
"Ah" Yan Xiangyang caught the boxing gloves cutely.
When he looked at Jin Weimo, his scalp was numb.
He felt as if he had been retaliated by his admired brother-in-law.
Jin Weimo threw him the boxing gloves.
Could it be that you want to fight with him?
No, it wasn't a fight.
When Yan Xiangyang faced off against his brother-in-law Jin Weimo, there was only one possibility, and that was to be beaten unilaterally.
"Put on the gloves."
Jin Weimo started to put on the boxing gloves himself, and at the same time motioned to Yan Xiangyang to put them on too.
"Brother-in-law, I don't know how to box."
Yan Xiangyang was on the verge of crying, holding on to the boxing box and not daring to let go.
"No need to know."
Jin Weimo looked at Yan Xiangyang with relief.
After seeing Yan Xiangyang put on his gloves sadly, he motioned for him to jump onto the boxing ring, and the two began to fight.
As soon as Yan Xiangyang stepped into the boxing ring, Jin Weimo directly put on his boxing gloves and punched Yan Xiangyang: "Ah" Another fist fell: "Brother-in-law" "Brother-in-law, please be merciful."
"Ah brother-in-law, don't slap me in the face" "Brother-in-law Wuwu" 颜向阳投降喊叫的声音越来越小，可怜兮兮的哀嚎声不绝于耳，靳蔚墨听在耳朵里却没有丝毫的犹豫，带着拳击手套依旧毫不客气的一拳一拳的揍颜向阳， In less than three minutes, Yan Xiangyang stopped even howling and could only be beaten in a daze.
His handsome face was swollen and looked like a pig's head. "" Yan Xiangyang wanted to cry.
At this moment, he naturally knew that his brother-in-law was expressing dissatisfaction with him for having a seizure that day, so he deliberately tormented him.
Yan Xiangyang said that although he really deserved a beating, when his brother-in-law actually hit him, his heart still felt cold.
The most important thing was that his face hurt.
His brother-in-law didn't feel any pain, he only slapped his face.
He also relied on his face to make a living.
With this look, he wouldn't be able to see anyone for at least half a month.
"I can't bear to talk loudly to your sister, but you are so arrogant and arrogant."
After Jin Weimo saw that Yan Xiangyang's handsome face had changed beyond recognition, he leaned down slightly and looked at Yan Xiangyang lying on the ring.
His swollen pig-headed face was buried in the boxing ring. "" Yan Xiangyang was beaten until he wanted to cry.
It was the first time in his life that he was beaten in such a miserable state.
"You're a man, don't think that just because your sister loves you, you can be unscrupulous.
If you dare to bully your sister next time, you won't be slapped in the face, you know?"
Jin Weimo is a soldier after all.
He wanted to teach this brother-in-law a lesson, but It was just a slap in the face, and he had to control his timing so as not to hurt him.
At most, he would not be able to see anyone with his face for ten days and a half.
"I know," Yan Xiangyang, who was buried in the boxing ring and didn't dare to look up, replied dully.
At this moment, he didn't care whether the boxing ring was dirty or not.
Compared with being beaten, Yan Xiangyang felt that it was better to eat dirt than to be beaten.
Yan Xiangyang, who has just grown up, has always been praised as Yan Xiangyang who is not afraid of hardship and tiredness.
This will scare some of his grandchildren.
But it is also a fact that if Yan Xiangyang, a child whose fur has not yet fully grown, offends Yan Xiangnuan, it will only take a matter of minutes for Jin Weimo to cut him off.
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It's just that Yan Xiangyang thought that his brother-in-law had let him go.
Who knew that he was holding back his big move, hoping to make him relaxed for two days, but he would be sharp and fierce once he moved.
"After a while, your sister asked you where you got the injury on your face.
What do you want to say?"
Jin Weimo asked again. "" Yan Xiangyang was full of thoughts: "Is it okay if I say I hit him?"
His tone was full of inquiry and flattery, and he was deeply afraid that the excuse he made would dissatisfy Jin Weimo.
"Do you think your sister will believe it?"
Jin Weimo snorted coldly.
"No."
Yan Xiangyang slowly raised his head from the boxing ring, and his bruised and swollen face met Jin Weimo's gaze.
"I'm thinking about something."
Jin Weimo gently hit Yan Xiangyang again with his fist.
"I called it with my classmates at school yesterday."
Yan Xiangyang hesitated and gave another answer.
After all, Yan Xiangnuan didn't see him when he came home yesterday, so he said this excuse could be passed off.
"That's it."
Jin Weimo nodded and stood up after thinking, while also taking off the boxing gloves in his hands.
After all, when he was young, he would fight with a group of friends from time to time.
Boys were young and energetic, so fighting and so on were normal.
In fact, Jin Weimo didn't care whether Yan Xiangnuan knew that it was him, the brother-in-law, who beat up his brother-in-law.
However, Yan Xiangnuan was Yan Xiangyang's sister after all.
Jin Weimo said that the couple should not let their brother-in-law do this because of it.
I am not happy about trivial things.
He felt that letting his brother-in-law make excuses was the most realistic approach.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Yan Xiangyang lay on the boxing ring for a long time, unable to recover.
At the dining table in the morning, Aunt Song put breakfast on the table.
When she saw Yan Xiangyang's bruised and swollen face, she looked at her nose and nose without saying anything.
Aunt Song saw Jin Weimo and Yan Xiangyang walking out of the training room.
When Yan Xiangyang came back yesterday, Aunt Song also knew about it.
Aunt Song also guessed that the bruise on the nose and face was probably Jin Weimo's rhythm, so naturally it was Nothing was said.
It was almost ten o'clock when Yan Xiangnuan got up from sleep.
When she finished washing and sat down at the dining table, she was slightly stunned when she saw Yan Xiangyang's face.
"Yan Xiangyang, what's wrong with your face?"
Yan Xiangnuan asked excitedly.
It is true that Yan Xiangyang's pig-headed face is a bit scary.
Seeing such a pig-headed face so early in the morning, Yan Xiangyang suddenly felt mixed emotions. "" Yan Xiangyang hugged Bai Zhu, glanced at Jin Weimo hesitantly, and then lowered his head: "I fought with my classmates at school."
"What?"
Yan Xiangnuan suddenly slapped the table with excitement: "Yan Xiangyang, you are going to God to learn how to fight with your classmates even if you don't agree with each other, right?"
Yan Xiangnuan put a pile of white porridge in front of him, stood up, stretched out his body and pinched Yan Xiangyang's ears.
"It hurts."
Yan Xiangyang immediately tilted his neck and tried to make Yan Xiangnuan be gentler.
"It hurts, you deserve it."
Yan Xiangnuan was not polite at all.
He pinched his ears and asked coldly: "Did you win or lose?"
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