Happy Boy: I am Lin Miaomiao’s Yun Yang boyfriend

Qiao Yingzi endured the pain and had some sweat on her face when she finally got dressed.

"I...I'm dressed."

She glanced at Meng Haoyang's back and whispered aggrievedly.

Hearing this, Meng Haoyang turned around and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Qiao Yingzi's eyes.

"Okay!"

"Don't cry. I'll rub it for you. It won't hurt after a while!"

"Be good, lie down, I'll be gentle."

Meng Haoyang's gentle words made Qiao Yingzi feel better.

"Ok!"

She nodded and whispered.

"Here, let me help you turn over~¨."

"Just lie down and don't move. If it hurts, just endure it. It'll be fine in a while."

Meng Haoyang stretched out his hand to help Qiao Yingzi turn over, and softly comforted her.

After saying that, he reached for the safflower oil and poured a little on his hand.

Then he rubbed his hands together and felt them getting hot. He reached out to take off her pants and pressed down on the obvious redness and swelling.

As soon as she pressed it down, Qiao Yingzi shouted in pain.

"Meng Haoyang, it hurts so much!"

"Please be gentle, it hurts so much."

"Didn't you say it doesn't hurt?"

Shouting, Qiao Yingzi cried out in pain again.

"Be good, bear with it, it won't hurt in a while."

"Hold on, otherwise the wait will be even more uncomfortable."

Meng Haoyang persuaded with a gentle voice, but he rubbed his hands vigorously.

For this kind of bruise, you must rub it hard to allow the medicinal effects of safflower oil to penetrate.

Gently rubbing it will not achieve the therapeutic effect at all.

His back was thrown when he was a child, and when the old dean was rubbing it for him, his waist almost broke.

"Meng Haoyang, please, don't move yet."

"I really can't stand the pain."

"Can you let me rest for a while and come back later?"

Although Qiao Yingzi knew that Meng Haoyang was doing it for her own good, her butt hurt too much. She squeezed the pillow with both hands and cried and begged.

Meng Haoyang turned a deaf ear and poured some safflower oil on his hands and continued to rub them.

It's just that it hurts, but it will heal faster.

If you don't be cruel, it will probably take ten or eight days to get better.

He didn't take Qiao Yingzi's cries seriously, but Song Qian standing at the door heard them clearly.

Originally, Song Qian was quite happy when she came back from shopping for groceries.

But when she entered the living room and heard the sound coming from Qiao Yingzi's bedroom, the food in her hand fell to the ground.

She slowly walked to the bedroom door, listening to her daughter's cries inside with a numb face.

His daughter was begging so much, why didn't he stop?

Doesn't he have a clear idea of ​​how cruel he is?

Is that something Yingzi can bear?

Song Qian stretched out her hand to open the door and rush in.

But when his hand touched the door handle, he stopped.

What could she do if she rushed in?

Scold Meng Haoyang, or say that Qiao Yingzi doesn't know how to cherish herself?

But... she herself lived like Meng Haoyang, so how could she have the right to point fingers on this matter?

After a while, after hearing that her daughter was no longer crying, she stupidly walked back to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

"How's it going? It doesn't hurt that much anymore, right?"

"What you just screamed was like killing a pig. Those who didn't know better thought I was bullying you!"

Meng Haoyang wiped the sweat from his head, glanced at the red skin, and asked with a smile.

"It hurt just now!"

"I have never felt such pain since I was a child."

"It's all your fault for trying so hard."

Qiao Yingzi puffed her face and said angrily.

"Hey, burning bridges across rivers?"

"I won't rub it for you anymore."

"｀ˇPut on your own pants and go out and wash your face."

Meng Haoyang patted her butt, stood up, pulled a piece of paper and wiped his hands.

"rogue!"

Qiao Yingzi covered her buttocks, turned over and sat up.

After sitting up, she was surprised to find that her butt didn't hurt that much anymore.

Now there is only a slight pain, not like before where it hurts like crazy even if I move.

She glanced at Meng Haoyang gratefully, lifted up the pants that Meng Haoyang had taken off to her buttocks, and glared at him fiercely.

"I'll clean you up later."

Qiao Yingzi knew that she had cried just now, and her face must be ugly with sweat and tears. She left a harsh word, opened the door and walked out.

"mom?!"

As soon as she left the room, Qiao Yingzi saw Song Qian sitting blankly on the sofa and shouted out in surprise.

Song Qian turned her head and looked at Qiao Yingzi.

When she discovered Qiao Yingzi's flushed face, the tears on her face, and her walking posture, tears instantly flowed out of her eyes.

She didn't know why she was crying, let alone why she felt so uncomfortable.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

(Wang Li’s) “Yeah, don’t cry!”

"Tell me if you have something to do. Don't cry alone."

When Qiao Yingzi saw Song Qian crying, she didn't bother to wash her face. She hurried to Song Qian's side, squatted beside her and said anxiously.

Listening to Qiao Yingzi's words, Song Qian cried even more.

She felt that she was sorry for Qiao Yingzi, and she couldn't face Qiao Yingzi's concern.

When she had a relationship with Meng Haoyang, she had thought about what Yingzi would do if she also fell in love with Meng Haoyang.

She always felt that it had been a long time since this happened and there was still time to think about it.

But she didn't expect that only a year later, Qiao Yingzi not only fell in love with Meng Haoyang, but also followed him at home.

"Yingzi, mom is sorry for you!"

Song Qian burst into tears, hugged Qiao Yingzi and started crying.

Qiao Yingzi was confused and had no idea what her mother was talking about.

"Yingzi, I want to confess something to you. Don't hate your mother."

"I..." Jun.

Chapter 203: My butt is rubbed red?

Meng Haoyang vaguely heard Song Qian's crying in the living room.

He hugged Lego and walked out, just in time to hear what Song Qian said.

"Confession of what?"

Meng Haoyang looked at Song Qian doubtfully and asked.

Seeing the sweat on Meng Haoyang's head, Song Qian felt even sadder.

"Yingzi, safflower oil is in the bedroom."

"You can ask Aunt Song to rub it for you later. I think there will be no problem in the afternoon."

"If it still hurts tomorrow, I'll take a look at it for you."

Meng Haoyang didn't understand why Song Qian hugged Qiao Yingzi and cried bitterly. He was too embarrassed to ask about their personal affairs. He gave Qiao Yingzi a few instructions and walked out of the room openly and openly holding Lego.

Knead?

Safflower oil?

When Song Qian heard Meng Haoyang's words, she felt something was wrong.

"Yingzi, what were you and Xiaoyang doing in the room just now?"

In order to confirm her suspicion, Song Qian stopped crying and asked softly.

Qiao Yingzi, who was still touched and planned to cry with her mother, felt ashamed and hateful when she heard Song Qian's question.

"I...I just fell."