"What's the matter." Jiang Maojun was so frightened by this scene that he recalled it carefully. He didn't seem to have done anything irritating recently...
Wu Qin was the first to speak, "You still know how to come back, you don't return home every day and night, look at how sloppy you are."
Wu Qin's words of criticism were actually reminding Jiang Maojun to let him hurry up Go back to the room to wash up.
But Jiang Maojun, who couldn't understand people's words, lowered his head and sniffed the clothes on his body, and smiled unknowingly, "Mom, I think it's okay, how sloppy it is."
Wu Qin's eyelids twitched, this stupid The son is completely helpless.
Jiang Guowen tugged at his collar impatiently, "Come here, I'll tell you something."
"Oh." Jiang Maojun had noticed something was wrong at this moment, but his body was already uncontrollably wanting Jiang Guowen to go.
As soon as he approached, a feather duster as thick as a thumb appeared in front of him.
Jiang Maojun's pupils stood up instantly, the hair on his body suddenly rose, and he wanted to run when he pulled his legs, but unfortunately it was too late, Jiang Guowen's feather duster had already reached him.
The tenacious feather duster bounced rhythmically on the body a few times, even the thick clothes couldn't stop it, and it brought pain.
Jiang Maojun clutched his buttocks in pain as he battled wits with his father in the living room.
"Dad...if you have something to say...it's not good to use your hands and feet...ah...it hurts..."
"It's not good to move your hands and feet, then I'll ask your mother to play mixed doubles, it's fine." Jiang Guo Wen rolled up his sleeves, waved the feather duster in his hand, and ran behind Jiang Maojun's buttocks, not tired at all.
"Ouch..." The feather duster hit Jiang Maojun on the leg again, and Jiang Maojun's leg twitched, really puzzled, "Dad... What did I do wrong... I didn't go home for one night, I didn't go home for a month before. You don't care when you get home."
Jiang Guowen's hands kept moving , "You still have the face to ask, what did you do yesterday, don't you know?"
Jiang Maojun thought while being beaten, "I was drinking with Gu Yuanqing and the others at the hotel yesterday. If you don't believe me, you can ask the waiter in the hotel."
Jiang Maojun felt extremely aggrieved at the moment, obviously he didn't do anything.
"It made you drink high." Jiang Maojun was fine if he didn't say it. Once he said it, Jiang Guowen became even more angry. He waved his feather duster and greeted Jiang Maojun twice.
Jiang Maojun was so aggrieved that his tears were about to fall, so he had to ask for help from the two foreign aids sitting on the sofa, "Uncle, Mom, my dad is crazy, please stop him."
Wu Qin turned his head to one side, as if he did not hear.
Jiang Guowu had a smile on his face, as if he was watching a play. Hearing Jiang Maojun's call for help, instead of persuading him, he clapped his palms with a smile, "Well done, the feather duster is not enough, where do I still have a thorn."
Jiang Maojun, "… "..."
Seeing the family's reaction, Jiang Maojun was not a fool, he knew that he must have done something outrageous yesterday.
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Sixty Villains Attack (BL)
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