Chapter 277 It’s my turn to be punished and miss you
"Don't touch Sisi with your dirty hands!" Nanchuan Yusen suddenly jumped up and used the momentum to climb onto Nanchuan Night Owl's back.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Another bite!
This time, it was Nanchuan Night Owl’s ears wearing black diamond earrings!
"Tsk..." Nanchuan Night Owl felt pain, as if being clamped by a pair of red-hot iron pliers. "Little brat, if you don't let go, I'll smash your little butt."
Ning Fengsheng became anxious, grabbed the soup spoon on the table and hit the man hard on the head.
"Get out and let Sen Sen go!"
"Dare to hit me?"
"I'm going to hit you." Ning Fengsheng took another spoonful.
Nanchuan Night Owl had just thrown the little guy off his back when he was hit again. He felt dizzy and fainted, covering the bulging bump on his head.
Ning Fengsheng was stunned as he looked at the man lying on the ground... So weak?
"Second Young Master?! What happened?!"
The noise in the bakery was so loud that it alarmed the servants outside.
When they arrived at the scene, they saw the unconscious Nanchuan Night Owl with a swollen, red bump on his forehead.
The little guy was still not satisfied. He put his hands on his hips and ordered the bodyguards to draw a beard on Nanchuan Night Owl's face. He also stripped off all his clothes, leaving only his underpants, and hung them on the branches of the magnolia tree in the courtyard.
The bodyguards had no choice but to do as they were told.
Offending the Second Young Master is a matter for the future, but offending this little devil in front of me... I'm afraid I'll be in trouble right away!
Ning Fengsheng finished making the dessert and heard the servants' discussion, only then did he realize that—
Nanchuan Night Owl was hung on a tree trunk, his only pair of shorts fluttering in the wind, and the turtle pattern on his face was particularly conspicuous in the sunlight.
A few birds landed beside him and pecked at the ink on his face curiously.
"He was the one who bullied Sisi, and Baobao only wanted to protect Sisi."
This is what happens to bad guys, and he's not wrong.
"You can't do this again. Your uncle is very vengeful. What if—"
"Miss Si, don't worry. The Second Young Master... well, every time he meets the Young Young Master, he always ends up in such bad luck."
"What?" Ning Fengsheng couldn't believe his ears. "Isn't this the first time? Nanchuan Night Owl...he just lets Sen Sen do whatever he wants?"
She really couldn't imagine that the man who was rumored to be ruthless and vindictive, and who brought misfortune to those who offended him, would be so indulgent to a three-year-old child.
"Indeed, the Second Young Master's personality is somewhat... well, unusual." The servant chose his words carefully. "He's... how should I put it? He probably genuinely likes the Young Master, though his way of expressing it is rather unusual. He always loves teasing the Young Master, and always manages to irritate him with pinpoint accuracy. The Young Master may be young, but he's full of ideas. Every time he punishes the Second Young Master... it's ridiculous, and hard to guard against."
Ning Fengsheng couldn't believe that Nanchuan Night Owl would be defeated by a child.
She lowered her head and looked at the little baby who was hugging her legs tightly and holding his head high like a little animal declaring its sovereignty.
There was still a little ink on the little fellow's face from when he was drawing the turtle. His mouth was tightly pursed, and his eyes showed not only the lingering anger, but also a kind of self-righteous arrogance.
"The Second Young Master has never laid a hand on the Young Master. Not even once."
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Ning Fengsheng, I once thought that 28 years old was a long time away, but it passed by quickly in the time of a walking corpse.
Every day after you fall asleep, time seems to be accelerated...
What I want and what I ask for, I will never get in this lifetime.
Nanchuan Shijue's thoughts were swallowed up in the boundless undercurrent... He opened his eyelids heavily, and his body was in severe pain.
"Master, you're finally awake..." Moss's eyes were red, and he was hunched over. Seeing the master's big hands groping around his body with difficulty, he asked, "Master, are you looking for your phone?"
Every movement of Nanchuan Shijue involved the wound, and it was difficult for him to even take out his cell phone.
He used his thumb to open the screen saver and looked at Ning Fengsheng's smiling face. It seemed to help calm the pain and he felt much better.
The screensaver photo showed her in her wedding dress, the night before she swallowed a handful of sleeping pills and fell asleep. She was as beautiful as an elf that had fallen into the dust.
"Nanchuan Shijue, is it beautiful?"
"It's beautiful." He murmured to himself across two time and space.
"I've become ugly and have lost all my complexion. But you can't look down on me... With this ring on, I'm already Mrs. Nanchuan."
"Ning Fengsheng, you are the only one who despises me in this life."
"Do you miss me? I miss you so much... I miss you every day and every second since you left."
"Miss you..." Nanchuan Shijue's voice was hoarse and out of tune, "Now it's my turn to be punished and make me miss you."
"I tried so hard to live, there was really no other way. You dared to leave me alone and go ahead. We agreed to keep our family together. Nanchuan Shijue, I'm coming to accompany you soon. There's no point in regretting it, I'll be your wife for the rest of my life..."
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly pressed his eye sockets, his chest heaving.
She will be his wife for the rest of his life, and he will only have her as his wife...
"Have I slept for a long time?" He didn't even dare to look at the time or the date. He only knew that it was dark outside the window.
"Master, Miss Si... hasn't left yet." Moss knew what the young master was worried about and reminded him in a low voice.
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly let go of his hand and tried to sit up: "Return to Nanchuan Mansion..."
"Master, don't move. I'll ask the bodyguard to carry you into the car." Moss immediately helped him up.
At night, Nanchuan Prefecture was lit with warm lights, and the sound of the convoy rolling over the gravel road was particularly harsh in the silence.
Nanchuan Shijue was lying on the back seat, his knuckles were white and looked like they were about to crack.
The wounds on his back felt like they were being repeatedly rolled over by countless red-hot irons. Every breath was accompanied by severe pain. Cold sweat had already soaked through his black shirt and stuck to his skin.
He closed his eyes, suppressed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and looked towards the window of Nanchuan Mansion where the warm yellow light was on.
That home is where his concerns are engraved into his bones and blood.
"Master, you are so badly injured that you can't walk!"
"Get out of here!" Nanchuan Shijue took a deep breath, and when he pushed open the car door, his body shook with pain.
Moss followed instructions and put a long black windbreaker on the young master to cover the wound on his back...
Nanchuan Shijue straightened himself up with stiff movements. There was a faint dark blue in his deep eye sockets, but his cold eyes forced it into a terrifying majesty, as if the person struggling on the brink of life and death just now was not him.
"Master, please be careful..." Moss followed closely beside him, fearing that the master would fall.
Nanchuan Shijue straightened his back.
Every step I took felt like I was stepping on the tip of a red-hot knife, and the sharp pain spread wildly along my nerve endings.
He forced himself to walk slowly, the movement of his feet pulling at the bloody mess, and cold sweat trickled down his temples.
He had to act like nothing had happened, especially in front of her.
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