She remarried after her elder sister-in-law passed away early

Ji Huaimo also seemed to realize that his movements were too abrupt, and he fell silent suddenly. The little joy that had arisen from eating dried pork just now disappeared, and was replaced by a kind of extreme panic.

He opened those bright eyes, the pupils and the whites of the eyes, the contrast between black and white was extremely pure, but it was hard to hide his anxiety and panic.

"Auntie, Auntie, Ann, Ann, I, I didn't mean it."

He waved his hands in a panic, as if he was afraid that they would reject him.

Immediately, he lowered his head dejectedly, as if giving up on himself, "Forget it, you guys hate me, I'm a bad kid."

The young Ji Huaimo actually had a faint sense of world-weariness in his voice.

Yun Qinghuan admits that she has some face control, so seeing such an expression on the face of this extremely cute bun, her heart feels like it has been pricked by a needle, and it hurts a little.

She stepped forward and squatted down to look at Ji Huaimo. It was this kind of head-up that allowed her to see the inconspicuous bruises on the child's neck. Her heart suddenly trembled violently, and she went away with a speed that could not cover her ears. tug at his clothes.

In May, the weather was not too hot but not too cold, so Ji Huaimo wore a long-sleeved gown to strictly cover his skin.

Ji Huaimo didn't react to her violent tug at all. When he did, Yun Qinghuan had already lifted his clothes a lot.

"Hiss!" Yun Qinghuan gasped, looking at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

Even An'an was frightened. He covered his mouth, even though he was very scared, but he still resisted to look at the bruises on the white skin of a boy who was about his age.

The criss-cross pattern is the trace of being whipped.

Ji Huaimo was obviously panicked, he desperately covered his exposed skin, and hurriedly tore off his clothes, with tears in his eyes, whether he wanted to cry or not, "Auntie, An'an, you, don't look at it, it's too ugly!"

Yun Qinghuan's voice trembled, "Who hit it?"

Ji Xingjun seemed to have a gentle temperament, and he loved his son very much, and he didn't look like he would beat him at all.

Ji Huaimo looked very obedient, and he didn't seem to have the temperament to cause trouble outside.

Ji Huaimo had already covered up his wounds, and stood beside him stiffly, motionless and refusing to say anything.

An An didn't like Ji Huaimo very much at first, he felt that Ji Huaimo stole his mother's attention, but now seeing him covered in injuries, he also felt compassion, stepped forward and touched him carefully, afraid of touching him. When he got to the place where he was injured, "Ji Huaimo, just tell my mother, my mother is very good, she will help you."

Probably because Yun Qinghuan and An An's eyes were full of concern, and they didn't show the surprise and disgust when others saw him covered in injuries. Ji Huaimo was a little moved, and the corners of his mouth moved, "It's my mother."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head in embarrassment, tears gushing from the corners of his eyes.

Yun Qinghuan had already guessed something, after all, last time she felt that Lin Yuzhen was mentally abnormal, and guessed it was schizophrenia, but she really saw this mother beating her own child like this, and beating her own child so hard, Still a little unbelievable.

Just looking at those wounds, you can tell that the force is very heavy, as if the child is going to be beaten to death.

Yun Qinghuan didn't say anything, no matter what she said, there was no way to soothe the wound in the child's heart.

Even if Lin Yuzhen beat him, it was his mother, who was connected by flesh and blood and could not be severed at all.

Moreover, Lin Yuzhen didn't just beat him, she also treated him well when she was in a good state of mind, and only beat him so hard when she was sick.

It's just that Ji Huaimo grew up in such a moody environment, and his personality has become a little timid, silent, sensitive and suspicious.

This is not a good sign.

Yun Qinghuan stepped forward and gently hugged Ji Huaimo in her arms, "Good boy."

She asked An An to bring over the medical kit at home. These were some daily medicines bought by Yun Qinghuan, and she prepared some medicines for colds, fevers, bruises, etc., just in case.

With Ji Huaimo in her arms, he felt extremely warm, his eyelashes trembled, and suddenly shone brightly. The temperature was that of his mother.

When An'an came over with the medicine box, Yun Qinghuan took out the ointment, looked at Ji Huaimo standing in front of him, "Huaimo, where are your injuries? Can you let me apply the medicine?"

Ji Huaimo paused, and slowly took off his shirt, revealing his thin body. His supposedly white and delicate skin was covered with bruises and purple marks. If you look carefully, you can still see some old scars left behind. The scars covered layer by layer, looking a little scary.

He lowered his head, turned his back to Yun Qinghuan, didn't dare to raise his eyes, and only gave a soft "hmm", agreeing that she would rub the medicine on himself.

Yun Qinghuan saw An An staring at this side with burning eyes, fearing that Ji Huaimo would be uncomfortable, she gave him winks and let him go about his own business.

An An is a caring child. After understanding what she meant, she paused and walked into the house.

It may be because of being a painless mother, with a child like An An, Yun Qinghuan found that her tolerance for children has increased a lot, and seeing such a beautiful child as Ji Huaimo suffer such serious injuries, she felt a little nervous. Distressed.

She first slowly washed and wrung out the towel, wiped the skin near his wound, and then applied the medicine to him.

When the cool ointment was applied to the wound, Ji Huaimo felt that it didn't hurt so much.

It's just that he already knows that men and women are of different ages, the exposed skin is pink, and the shame face is also red, all the way to the ears.

Yun Qinghuan couldn't help but want to laugh, and tried to hold back her laughter, fearing that the child would run away in embarrassment and refuse to apply the medicine.

With her sharp eyes, she could tell that he also had injuries on his legs, and the child was a little uncomfortable walking.

But knowing that he was embarrassed, so he didn't ask him to take off his pants. Instead, he let people sit on the bench and rolled up his trousers, revealing his white and tender legs. As expected, they were also injured.

After the child's wound was treated, almost an hour had passed.

Yun Qinghuan bent down for a long time, then stood up so suddenly that she almost didn't fall down.

Ji Huaimo has already supported her quickly, "Auntie?"

The tone is worried.

Yun Qing smiled happily, "It's okay, don't worry, I just moved for too long, and my legs are a little numb, and it will be fine in a while."

She rested for a while, sat on the stool, and then asked Ji Huaimo, "Does your father know that you have so many injuries?"

I didn't even take the medicine, which logically shouldn't be.

Ji Huaimo pursed his lips, he was already very sensible at such a young age, "I didn't let him know, for fear that he would worry."

Usually, he doesn't let his father bathe him, and he doesn't sleep with his parents. He also wears a long-sleeved gown, which is tightly covered so that no one can see him.

Mom and dad used to quarrel a lot, if his dad saw him hurt like this, he would probably divorce his mom.

He didn't want his parents to divorce.

Thinking of this, the little guy's eyes dimmed.