Fresh and tender little Tianhou: Uncle, hold me tight!

Chapter 488
"You're not dreaming." Xia Hanyan raised her head, looked at Zhou Jingyu who was a little silly, and gently persuaded her: "Don't be so impulsive in the future, it's wrong to hit someone."

"He insulted you. If I don't hit him, I won't get rid of my hatred." Zhou Jingyu squatted down, and carefully touched Xia Hanyan's injured left leg.

"What happened to the leg? Why is it in a plaster cast?"

Xia Hanyan said indifferently, "It's a bit broken, it's nothing, don't worry."

"I'll make big bone soup for you tomorrow."

Zhou Jingyu gritted his teeth.

He regretted not interrupting the hands and feet of the surname Lu.

In the end, it was still too light to strike, and those surnamed Lu were all skin wounds.

Xia Hanyan waved her hand: "No, the doctor said to let the rift heal slowly by itself, without supplements or medication."

"Oh, that's it, let's go home then!"

Zhou Jingyu supported Xia Hanyan, and turned around to see Leng Muran who had been ignored by him.

Although he hated Leng Muran in his heart, Zhou Jingyu thanked him very politely: "Mr. Leng, thank you for sending Hanyan to the hospital. We are going home, goodbye!"

we are home...

Listening to these words, Leng Muran felt particularly heartbroken.

He was just abandoned.

He could only watch helplessly as Zhou Jingyu helped Xia Hanyan leave.

The two looked so close, so harmonious.

Zhou Jingyu hailed a taxi and helped Xia Hanyan to sit in it.

It wasn't until the taxi drove away that Leng Muran looked back and turned to leave.

……

Before giving birth, Meng Yinyin often heard people say that raising a child is very tiring. After giving birth, she realized how tiring it really is.

During the day, it was fine, the little guy fell asleep after eating, and didn't make any fuss, but at night, he cried and howled as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and it was useless to coax him.

Every time Qiyou cried at night, Meng Yinyin only had one thought, and that was to stuff him back into her stomach.

Su Ziqing took the child to another room so that Meng Yinyin could sleep for a while.

But she didn't dare to sleep for too long, and after she recovered a little, she wanted to bring the child back and let Su Ziqi rest.

From ten o'clock in the evening to four o'clock in the morning, these six hours are the most painful time of the day.

The baby was so small, he couldn't hit him, he couldn't scold him, Meng Yinyin was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

She called Song Tingyue angrily, making him unable to sleep.

Definitely can't be the cheap culprit.

The phone was connected quickly, and Song Tingyue's nervous voice came: "Yinyin? What's wrong?"

It's been a long time since she called him. When he received her call, he was afraid that something might happen to her, and his hands holding the phone were sweaty.

Meng Yinyin complained angrily: "What's the matter? What's the matter? I'm ashamed to ask what's the matter. I was almost driven crazy by your son. He started crying at ten o'clock every night recently and kept crying until four o'clock in the morning. He didn't let me Sleeping, I have dark circles under my eyes."

"I don't care, he won't let me sleep, and I won't let you sleep either!"

Song Tingyue smiled: "I didn't sleep at all, and it's daytime in China now."

"Uh……"

Meng Yinyin patted her forehead.

Sure enough, she was pregnant for three years and she forgot that Song Tingyue was in the country.

"You turn on the video, I want to see the baby."

Meng Yinyin only allowed him to see the child once a week. When he missed the child, he could only look at the photos, not even the videos.

Meng Yinyin turned on the video obediently, showing Song Tingyue how much his son loves to cry.

Like him, nothing but torture.

(End of this chapter)