The atmosphere in the corridor was silent and depressing.
Ning Zhenxiong didn't speak, and Ning Hao didn't dare to speak. In the end, he could only look at Yagyu Shengguiyi as if asking for help.
He hopes that the other party can intercede for him.
Liu Shenggui thought for a moment, turned around and said to Ning Zhenxiong with a smile:
"Brother Ning, he has been kneeling for ten hours. He is obviously sincerely repentant. Please forgive him."
"There is an old saying in China, 'A lot can be improved if you know your mistakes.' I believe that after this failure, your son will learn his shame and become brave."
Hearing this, Ning Zhenxiong let out a long breath:
"For Mr. Yagyu's sake, get up."
Ning Hao was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly thanked Liu Shenggui, and then stood up with difficulty.
Because he had been kneeling for too long, he had no feeling in his legs. After standing up, he staggered a little. Fortunately, Yagyu Shenggui helped him to avoid the embarrassment of falling again.
Liu Shengguiyi was also a sensible person. He knew that the father and son had something to say, so he nodded slightly to Ning Hao and left.
After the figure of the powerful man from the island country disappeared from the corridor, Ning Zhenxiong's expression suddenly turned gloomy.
He waved to Ning Hao:
"Come, come to me."
Ning Hao didn't dare to neglect and stepped forward quickly.
However, he only stepped three feet in front of Ning Zhenxiong with his front foot when he felt a pain in his head with his back foot. His whole body had been kicked to the side by Ning Zhenxiong and swept away hard.
Like a sandbag, he was swept into the practice room.
boom!
Ning Hao hit the floor of the practice room hard, blood flowed from his nose, and his head was in pain and dizzy.
But he didn't dare to neglect at all, let alone scream in agony. He got up from the ground immediately and kept kowtowing in the direction of Ning Zhenxiong:
"Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong."
With one step, Ning Zhenxiong's figure crossed a distance of more than ten meters and came to Ning Hao.
He kicked Ning Hao again, sending Ning Hao flying for more than ten meters. He rolled on the ground several times before he could barely stop.
Ning Hao held his stomach in pain, and the bile was kicked out.
He coughed, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, endured the overwhelming discomfort in his stomach, and knelt down again:
"I'm sorry, Dad, I really know my mistake."
Ning Zhenxiong looked at Ning Hao coldly and asked:
"Where did you go wrong?"
Ning Hao took a deep breath and said slowly:
"I was wrong in not kidnapping children, and wrong in using illegal drugs to frame Sichuan Yunmingjiu."
"Both of these made me lose my heart and damaged the reputation of the Ning family."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Hao's eyes suddenly blurred, and his father's tall figure had appeared in front of him.
Ning Hao only felt his neck tighten, and his whole body was lifted up by Ning Zhenxiong with one hand.
Ning Zhenxiong raised his head, looked at Ning Hao, whose face turned red due to suffocation, and coldly snorted:
"Not only are you a loser, you're also an idiot!"
Ning Hao held his breath and did not dare to make any move of struggle. He just looked at this terrible father with puzzled eyes.
His weak look made Ning Zhenxiong extremely disappointed.
With an angry groan, he threw Ning Hao away like trash, then stepped forward, kicked hard and lectured:
"Your mistake is that you chose that good-for-nothing Gu Dan to assassinate."
"I have told you long ago, never underestimate any of your opponents. A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, but you turn a deaf ear to my words. You are arrogant, domineering and self-righteous. If you are not a fool, what are you?"
"Since you have made up your mind to kill him, you should use all your strength to kill him with one strike, instead of leaving the tiger as a threat and trapping yourself in a passive position."
"It's obviously for a brainless idiot, but you still want to play some conspiracy. You are so stupid, Ning Hao!"
Ning Hao curled up on the ground, letting Ning Zhenxiong vent his anger, enduring the pain and not daring to resist at all.
In this way, after five minutes, Ning Zhenxiong finally finished venting his anger. He kicked Ning Hao to the corner of the practice room with a football kick, then he roared angrily, pulled up a chair, and sat down with a golden sword.
In the practice room, only Ning Hao's painful breathing was left.
Ning Zhenxiong looked at the good-for-nothing son coldly, his anger still lingering:
"If it hadn't been for your Uncle Song's help this time, you would have been prepared to die in prison for the rest of your life."
"The dignified eldest young master of the Ning family was forced to do this by a mud-legged man. He is really a coward!"
Ning Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, silently got up from the ground, lowered his head and said:
"Dad, you were right to teach me a lesson. I was the one who embarrassed you."
At this time, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor, and then the charming-looking mistress of the Ning family, Chen Miaoyin, stumbled into the practice room.
Seeing Ning Hao's bruised nose and swollen face, Chen Miaoyin immediately let out a scream, ran over quickly, and hugged Ning Hao in her arms, feeling heartbroken:
"Hao'er, are you okay? Does it hurt? Are you not afraid? Mom is here."
Ning Hao endured the grievance in his heart and shook his head stubbornly.
When Chen Miaoyin saw this, she immediately glared at Ning Zhenxiong:
"Ning Zhenxiong, he is your biological son, what do you want to do?"
"How could you be so cruel!"
Ning Zhenxiong glanced at his wife coldly:
"A loser will die when he dies. Do you think I lack this skill?"
Chen Miaoyin was so angry that she was shaking all over, but she was so frightened that she didn't dare to yell anymore.
After murmuring for a moment, she could only wipe her tears angrily and said:
"Deputy Director Song from the Armed Forces Bureau is here and waiting for you in the living room. Go quickly."
Ning Zhenxiong snorted coldly, stood up and walked out of the practice room.
After taking a few steps, he paused and turned his head slightly:
"Why are you still standing there? Come with me to meet the guests."
Ning Hao quickly stopped Chen Miaoyin from asking for help, and followed Ning Zhenxiong obediently. His heart was full of worries about the arrival of Deputy Director Song.
Although Deputy Director Song Jianchen of the Military Affairs Bureau had a good relationship with his father, he took risks to save himself this time. When he came home at this time, his father would inevitably give him some benefits.
When the time comes, I'm afraid that my father, who is still angry, will blame himself again.
Thinking of this, Ning Hao subconsciously touched his neck, feeling lingering fear.
At that moment, he really felt a killing intent from his father.
Maybe next time, he will actually kill me.
Secretly raising his eyes to look at the back of the man in front of him, Ning Hao took a deep breath and subconsciously clenched his fists.
Must, must become stronger.
The father and son soon arrived at the living room.
When the two walked into the living room, Ning Zhenxiong, who had a gloomy look just a moment ago, was already full of smiles.
He laughed and strode towards the person sitting in the living room:
"Lao Song, I was just about to take my children to your house to say thank you."
"Since I'm here, it saves me a trip."
"Hao'er, why don't you come quickly and thank you, Uncle Song."
