0p0 Chapter 213 - Hypnosis
Chapter 213 - Hypnosis
Song Yunshi widened her eyes in shock, no longer bothering to struggle out of his arms, her mind was filled with one piece of news: her innocent and naive little brother had been defiled by someone. No wonder he was so sad. The name he had just called must be that shameless woman!
"Jiujiu, what are you doing hiding outside? Come over and help!" Unable to lift Song Yuntian, Song Yunshi had no choice but to shout loudly towards the outside of the door.
"Mom, how do you know Jiujiu is here?" As soon as the words were spoken, a little head poked in from the door, looking at Song Yun with smiling eyes, holding the soft sword obtained from Feng Muyan in his hand.
"If you don't want me to know next time, just wash your clothes yourself, and then there won't be any tea fragrance."
"I was wondering why I was discovered as soon as I approached your and dad's room last time, so I didn't learn anything!" Feng Shijiu said with sudden realization, then lowered his head and smelled his robe. Sure enough, there was a scent of tea, but the scent was very faint. A normal person would not notice it at all. Only people like my mother who has been tending to flowers and plants all year round and loves to make tea can smell it.
Who taught him all this?
"What do you want to learn!" Song Yunshi asked gritting her teeth.
"I want to know why you have been so devoted to Dad all these years, and then learn a little from him, so that in the future Xue'er and I can..."
"Enough! Jiujiu, mother will bring the meal here later, you stay here with your uncle first." After saying that, he rubbed Feng Mijiu's head and left in a hurry.
After Song Yunshi's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Feng Shijiu ran to the door in two steps, slammed the door tightly, then returned to the bed with a weird smile on his face.
Feng Shijiu slowly took out a jade pendant from his arms, hung it just above Song Yuntian's cheek, then gently tapped the pendant, and it began to swing regularly.
"Uncle, look here...relax your body...do you feel tired..."
"Tell me your name?"
"Song Yuntian." A voice of obedience sounded.
Seeing Song Yuntian gradually getting into the state, Feng Shijiu wanted to jump up and shout. This time he finally succeeded. No wonder Aunt Jiu said that people are most easily manipulated when their consciousness is weak.
"Tell me, why did you drink so much today? Did you encounter any difficulties?"
"because I……"
The door was pushed open with a "bang". Feng Shijiu turned around suddenly and saw Feng Yixuan standing at the door with a dark face. He was so scared that he threw the jade pendant in his hand to the corner of the bed. Song Yuntian tilted his head and fell asleep.
"Feng Shijiu, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation today!" He walked into the room angrily, then grabbed Feng Shijiu by the collar and dragged her out. From the wrinkles on the collar, one could tell how much strength Feng Yixuan had in his hands. However, as if he was still unable to resolve the anger in his heart, he kicked Feng Shijiu hard twice.
In a rage, Feng Yixuan forgot the purpose of his visit and threw the porridge in his other hand directly into the bushes. God knows how horrified he was when he saw that scene just now. The good son he had personally raised actually used puppetry on his uncle. How could this be tolerated!
It was almost noon when Mu Ziyan woke up slowly. He stretched his arms lazily and felt that his fatigue had eased a lot. He turned sideways and prepared to get out of bed. He saw a pair of clean shoes beside the bed. His heart couldn't help but warm. He even noticed that her shoes were dirty. With a husband like her, what else could he ask for in this life?
He stood up and walked towards the front hall. From a distance he could hear Feng Shijiu's aggrieved whimpering. Mu Ziyan couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart. This child was smart, cute and likable. His sister and brother-in-law were also models of loving father and mother. What on earth had happened?
Walking quickly into the hall, he saw Feng Shijiu kneeling in the middle with his back straight, his hands raised with his palms facing upwards. There were red marks on his palms from being whipped with a cane.
Just when Feng Yixuan was about to swing the cane, Mu Ziyan held Feng Mijiu in his arms, then shouted at Feng Yixuan angrily, "Why can't we talk it out calmly? Why do we have to beat the child? You won't even have anywhere to cry if you hurt him."