Witch Reborn Raiders

"Father!" The trendy man, who was still very arrogant, immediately became perverse when he saw the man approaching from a distance.

"Kneel down!" Faced with his perverseness, his father did not respond, but asked him to kneel down with a serious face.

"Master, here..." The woman stepped forward and took the man's arm, wanting to intercede for her son, but was thrown away by the man, "Kneel down too!"

The woman was stunned for a moment. Seeing the man's angry face, she knelt down in the corridor of the hospital for fear of offending him!People passing by in the hospital couldn't help but look sideways.

"What are you watching!" The son on the side couldn't help feeling ashamed when he saw the passers-by watching the show.

"Kneel down too!" The father hit the man's calf with a walking stick, and the man knelt down in pain.

"Long Teng, thank you for taking care of Zhizhi. I'm here, so you should go back first." Father looked at Long Teng.

"Uncle, she hasn't woken up yet, I'd better stay here with her." Long Teng hesitated, he was worried that he would only be persecuted if he left.

"I'm her father, and I'm here, who would dare to harm her? Is it your turn, Young Master Long, to take care of my family affairs?"

Hearing this, Long Teng couldn't say anything more, so he had to leave. "No, uncle, don't get me wrong."

"No, let's go! Our family has a marriage contract, are you going to destroy her?" Father Zhi snorted, walked into the ward and slammed the door.

"Then uncle... I..." Before Long Teng could finish speaking, the ward was locked tightly. "Let's go first." Long Teng said silently, before he finished speaking.

In the evening, the mother and son were still kneeling in the corridor, only the father came out and brought them home.

At home, the woman rubbed her knees and flattered the only father, "Zhitian, my knees hurt so much..."

"Really? Come here and let me rub it for you."

When the woman heard this, she walked over with her buttocks between her legs, but the man put his hand on her thigh and touched upwards.

Feeling the heat, the woman wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned into his arms and shouted coquettishly, "Zhitian, my knee hurts so much"

The man's expression changed when he heard this, and the movement of rubbing the bumps with his hands slowed down, and he whispered in her ear: "Although you are this age, you still take care of yourself like a girl in your twenties."

The woman looked shy, "Zhitian, don't make fun of others."

"However, if you dare to play tricks on me behind your back again, I'll replace you immediately. There are obedient women in their twenties everywhere. I'm tired of you old bastard!" The man's tone changed. The knee was so hard that the woman's forehead was sweating in pain, but she didn't dare to cry out.

"Zhitian, I was wrong, I was wrong..." The woman repeatedly begged for mercy.

"Hmph!" The man pushed the woman in his arms to the ground and slammed the door out.