Chapter 370 - 371: Who Will Beat Me!
The soldier turned his face with a bitter expression, "Reporting to the commander, we really want to be pummeled on the chest with little fists."
An expression of doubt crossed Di Mingchen’s stern face. Darn, when did his soldiers become like this?
What the hell does ’pummeled on the chest with little fists’ mean?
Di Mingchen looked doubtfully at the two people. Gu Qibao was beating Di Mingjue without joining in the defense, and suddenly, Di Mingjue grabbed Gu Qibao’s hand and said, "Here, you can pound me for a lifetime."
Gu Qibao dived into Di Mingjue’s arms.
Di Mingchen’s heart stung. Bloody hell, was this being pummeled on the chest with little fists?
Di Mingchen’s face turned red. He cleared his throat and turned to glare at his soldiers. "You want to be pummeled on the chest with little fists? Back to the barracks, I’ll have you pummel each other enough!"
I’ll watch you die, you old geezers, still wanting to be pummeled on the chest with little fists!
But why did he suddenly feel like being pummeled on the chest with little fists himself?
Damn it, he must have been poisoned by the antics of the third couple!
Ahh, who would pummel my chest with little fists?
Come on, let’s hurt each other!
But as a virtuous and loving second brother, wanting to be pummeled on the chest with little fists is something I must never say!
Just as he was feeling gloomy, his phone suddenly rang. It was Di Mingzhe.
Di Mingchen picked up the phone. Di Mingzhe’s calm and slightly concerned voice asked, "Is it definitely Gu Qibao? Is she safe?"
"She’s unharmed, and very safe," Di Mingchen replied, unable to suppress a laugh. "Like always, she’s still bouncy. Tell our parents not to worry."
On hearing Di Mingchen’s words, Di Mingzhe finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to Fang Hao and Di Yan, "She’s safe and bouncing around. Don’t worry."
Fang Hao and Di Yan also breathed a sigh of relief, then hurried off to inform Gu Qibao’s parents.
Di Mingzhe turned back to Di Mingchen and said, "That’s good. Deal with it and get back as soon as possible. We don’t want the family to worry any longer."
"Understood." Di Mingchen nodded.
"Mm." Di Mingzhe grunted and then, unabashedly curious, asked, "Are those two okay?"
Di Mingchen hesitated for a moment, then looking at the two people tightly embraced, replied to Di Mingzhe, "They’re fine. They’re pummeling their chests with little fists."
Di Mingzhe frowned. "What does that mean?" he blurted.
Di Mingchen chuckled, "Do you want to know? Ask Xiaxia."
And then he hung up.
Di Mingzhe’s handsome eyebrows clouded. He looked toward Di Xiaxia, who was sitting on the couch across from him.
At that moment, she was trying to stand up, all the while telling Di Jinxuan, "Third Sister-in-law is okay now. I’m going to my room."
Di Jinxuan also breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I’ll go to my room, too."
Before leaving, Di Jinxuan stuck out her tongue at Di Mingzhe and then ran off.
Di Mingzhe put away the phone and looked at Di Xiaxia. "Come here."
Di Xiaxia blinked, acknowledged him with an ’oh’, then limped over and asked, "What is it, Big Brother?"
Di Mingzhe gazed at her for a moment, then asked earnestly, "What does ’pummeled on the chest with little fists’ mean?"
Di Xiaxia’s eyes widened. Pummeled on the chest with little fists!
Big Brother, how can you say such cringe-worthy things so seriously!
Di Xiaxia couldn’t help but give Di Mingzhe a sidelong glance. Her eyes seemed to say that Di Mingzhe was crazy.
Di Mingzhe frowned. Forget it.
Just as he was about to leave, Di Xiaxia suddenly held up her hand, formed a little fist, and lightly punched Di Mingzhe on the chest. Then said with a dumbfounded expression, "This, this is being pummeled on the chest with little fists."
Then she asked with a curious and gossipy tone, "Is Second Brother going to pummel you on the chest with little fists?"
Meow, Big Brother and Second Brother being touchy-feely was really too much, wasn’t it!