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

"Meng Haoyang helped me rub the place where I fell."

She lowered her head and whispered.

"Where did it fall?"

"Does it matter?"

"Let Mom take a look, does it still hurt?"

When she heard that her daughter had fallen, Song Qian couldn't think of anything else and hurriedly asked with concern.

Qiao Yingzi's face turned red.

Only then did she remember that the place Meng Haoyang was rubbing was her butt, and it was still a fleshy area.

Shame to death.

In such a shameful place, he didn't avoid suspicion at all, so he took off the person's pants and rubbed them with his hands.

Seeing the blush on Qiao Yingzi's face, Song Qian felt something bad in her heart.

Could it be that what happened was some private part that Meng Haoyang took advantage of?

"Yingzi, tell me quickly!"

"I'm so worried."

Song Qian pulled Qiao Yingzi up and looked up and down and asked.

After looking at it for a moment, she found that her daughter's clothes had changed.

"Just...just...the butt."

Qiao Yingzi twisted her fingers together and said embarrassedly.

"Ass!"

"That's not bad. There's a lot of meat in the butt."

"Let mom take a look."

When Song Qian heard that it was her butt that fell, she felt relieved and said.

She was afraid of falling directly in front of her, or bumping into a shy place.

After speaking, Song Qian pulled Qiao Yingzi and lay down on the sofa.

"mom!"

Seeing Song Qian taking off her pants, Qiao Yingzi pulled down her pants with both hands, her eyes filled with shyness.

"Hey, I wasn't shy when I asked Meng Haoyang to rub me just now. Are you now shy with Mom?"

"I just want to see where you fell and make sure you don't break your skin or anything."

Song Qian pretended to be angry, patted Qiao Yingzi's hand and pulled it down a little.

Ok?

Not this?

Song Qian continued to pull down.

Until she saw some red and swollen areas, Song Qian was stunned for a moment and lifted up Qiao Yingzi's pants.

"Did he rub it for you just now?"

Song Qian looked a little complicated and asked Qiao Yingzi who was lying on the sofa.

"Yeah, it hurts."

"At that moment, I thought my butt was broken."

Qiao Yingzi didn't see Song Qian's expression and sought comfort from her mother.

She thought she was strong.

But the pain just now made her cry. You can imagine how severe the pain was.

Thinking about it now, she still felt scared.

Song Qian felt very uncomfortable and patted Qiao Yingzi on the back.

"Get up and wash up quickly, your butt is full of the smell of safflower oil."

"Oh!"

Qiao Yingzi got up from the sofa and went into the bedroom to find new clothes.

Looking at her back, Song Qian sighed and walked towards the kitchen.

My silly daughter!

The ass of you, a yellow-flowered girl, has been looked at and rubbed, and other places have also been seen.

That kid took all the advantages and stupidly spoke for him.

I don’t know if you are really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?

It seems that I have to find an opportunity to talk to Xiaoyang.

The relationship between myself and him should also come to an end.

Otherwise, in another year, after he gets together with Yingzi, who will he be?

Song Qian thought, tears fell from the corners of her eyes for no reason.

She didn't know why she was crying, she just felt that the sudden happiness passed so quickly.

Different from Song Qian who was crying secretly.

Qiao Yingzi, who was taking her second bath in the bathroom, was feeling shy.

She had always thought that the top part was hit a little bit, and Meng Haoyang just rubbed it.

But then she realized that her whole butt had not escaped the clutches.

He has seen all of his butt, how can I face him in the future?

What a nuisance, a big pervert!

He touched his butt without his permission.

Qiao Yingzi's face was covered with red clouds, and her eyes were extremely charming.

...

Meng Haoyang carried Lego back home, avoided Lin Xiangzhi's curious little hands, and put Lego into the bedroom.

"A grown man is not righteous at all."

"Isn't it just a Lego that no one can look at?"

"Stingy."

As soon as he left the bedroom, Lin Xiangzhi pouted and muttered to him.

"What are you mumbling about?"

"Don't you want to eat at noon?"

How could Meng Haoyang tolerate her? He asked instead.

For foodies, just grasp her preferences and they will change into your shape in minutes.

"Hey hey hey..."

Hearing what Meng Haoyang said, Lin Xiangzhi hurriedly showed a flattering smile and came up to him with a piece of apple.

"You adults don't remember the faults of villains. Eat the apple, eat the apple."

Meng Haoyang opened his mouth, wrapped the apple in her hand and ate it in one bite.

"Hey, it's disgusting!"

"You don't have any hands yourself?"

Lin Xiangzhi hurriedly pulled a piece of paper to wipe his hands, his tone full of disgust.

"Here, I will use these hands to make sweet and sour pork ribs and braised pork for you later?"

Meng Haoyang stretched out his hand to smell it for her and asked.

"Brother, brother, let me help you wash your hands, I will help you wash them."

"Don't."

Smelling the pungent smell of medicine, Lin Xiangzhi grabbed Meng Haoyang's wrist and walked toward the bathroom.

"Oh, I thought you were tough!"

"For the sake of being so sensible, I'll reward you."

"Tell me! What else do you want to eat?"

Meng Haoyang asked with a smile when he saw Lin Xiangzhi's performance.

"Maoxuewang!"

As soon as Meng Haoyang finished speaking, Lin Xiangzhi answered without hesitation.

Meng Haoyang did it once two months before Maoxuewang, and Lin Xiangzhi still remembers the taste.

Spicy and fragrant, it is not only delicious, but also very enjoyable to eat.

Her mother had made it once, but the taste was far inferior to Meng Haoyang's.

"It's too much trouble. Let's change it."

Meng Haoyang waved his hands and asked Lin Xiangzhi to wash his hands and shook his head.

If you're prepared, it's pretty quick.

But now it’s too troublesome to make it temporarily. There are a lot of side dishes, and you have to fry the bottom of the pot and so on. It’s troublesome.

"Then keep it. You must make it for me to eat when you are free."

"Just...just the day the final exam ends."