Mr. Bo's meeting

Chapter 208

Bo Zhongye held her hand and did not let go, let Feng Qinqin sit beside him, endured the pain in his back, glanced at the doctor and said.

"Prescribe the medicine and tell her how to use it, and you can leave."

His little girl is here, so he doesn't need a big man to give him medicine.

Hearing what he said, Feng Qinqin had no objection and said.

"Doctor, you can prescribe medicine now, I can do it too."

The doctor quickly took the medicine out of the medicine box and told Feng Qinqin how to use it, Feng Qinqin memorized each one in his heart.

After agreeing, Zuo Yao saw that she was fine here, so she simply sent the doctor away.

"Qinqin, I will trouble you today. If you need anything, just tell me. I live opposite you. Don't go back tonight. It's already very late."

Feng Qinqin nodded, she really couldn't go back tonight.

"Mom, go back and rest, I'll just watch him here."

Zuo Yao left with the doctor.

After Zuo Yao left, Feng Qinqin looked at the bottles and cans on the table, and unconsciously frowned.

"Qinqin, come here."

Bo Zhongye's forbearing voice came from behind, Feng Qinqin quickly turned around, walked to sit beside him, and pressed his shoulder.

"Don't move, lie down, let me clean your wound first."

The girl's voice was still choked with sobs, but her eye sockets were not red just now, so Bo Zhongye was relieved now, and lay obediently on the bed, watching her get up and go to the bathroom.

Feng Qinqin brought a basin of hot water from the bathroom, and a clean towel was suspended in it.

Putting the basin on the carpet, Feng Qinqin came over and bent over to undress him.

Seeing Bo Zhongye's back was bruised again, Feng Qinqin turned her face away, her throat was astringent, as if it was blocked by something, she blinked her eyelids, stopped the tears that were about to come out, and moved her soft little hands Take off Zhong Ye's jacket.

The outer suit jacket was easy to take off, but the close-fitting shirt was difficult, and some places were stuck to the wound. Feng Qinqin let out a deep breath, got up from kneeling on the bed, and spoke more hoarsely up.

"Wait a minute, I'll get a pair of scissors."

The shirt must be cut off, otherwise it will definitely hurt if you tear it off.

Bo Zhongye watched the girl go out to look for the scissors with trembling shoulders, feeling very uncomfortable, this girl must be feeling sorry for him, she didn't even realize that her voice just now was so hoarse.

Bo Zhongye's eyes darkened, thinking that he must never let himself get hurt again in the future.

Feng Qinqin came back quickly with the scissors, knelt down on the bed again, picked up the scissors and cut off the shirt bit by bit.

During the period, Feng Qinqin rubbed his eyes, worried that the tears in the corners of his eyes would fall uncontrollably and land on his wound, which was like sprinkling salt on the wound.

All of this was seen by Bo Zhongye from the mirror not far away.

His throat moved slightly, but he didn't say anything after all.

It took a long time to cut off the shirt, and just as Feng Qinqin was about to pick up a hot towel to clean it up, the phone rang.

The hand holding the towel froze for a moment, and then it occurred to her that her mother had called her and asked her if she wanted to go back.

I took out my phone and saw it was true.

"mom."

Feng Qinqin called out.

Bo Zhongye didn't hear what was said there, and then he heard Feng Qinqin say.

"Mom, I won't go back today, you should go to bed early, and I will go to the store to see you tomorrow afternoon."

Liu Ping asked how Bo Zhongye was doing, Feng Qinqin sniffed, calmed down, and said.

"Mom, he's fine. He's just hurt a little. Just give him some medicine. Let's not talk about it. I'll give him medicine first. Go to bed early, Mom."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Bo Zhongye saw the girl's shoulders trembled again.

"Qinqin."

Bo Zhongye called out, but there was no reply for a long time.

Feng Qinqin picked up the towel and reheated the hot water, and walked over again. Just as she approached the edge of the bed, the man stretched out his hand and pulled her onto the bed. Hold on, the man's gentle voice reached her ears.

"Qinqin, I'm fine. It's not very painful. Am I a big man still afraid of pain? Don't hold back, okay?"

It is more uncomfortable to hold back crying than to cry out, and he also feels distressed.

As soon as the man's words came out, all the defenses in Feng Qinqin's heart collapsed, and he burst into tears, staring at his back, unable to form a sentence.

"You, what are you, what's the matter, Dad, why did he beat you?"

Every time Feng Qinqin uttered a word, her chest twitched, and a lot of wind was blown into her.

Bo Zhongye couldn't lie still, he got up and hugged her, put his arms around her shoulders, and patted her on the back one after another.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, and don't let yourself get hurt again, okay, this time it's my fault, but the doctor also said, it's nothing, it's just a skin trauma, and it will be fine in a few days."

Feng Qinqin held back her crying, she had to hold back, the heating was not turned on in the bedroom, his wound must have hurt even more when he sat shirtless like this.

Withdrew from his arms, Feng Qinqin pushed him down on the bed, choked up and said.

"You, you lie down first, I'll give you medicine, don't move."

Seeing that the girl was not crying as hard as before, Bo Zhongye lay down obediently.

Feng Qinqin brought a towel and found that the water was no longer very hot, so he went to the bathroom to change a basin of hot water, and began to wipe his back.

"Tell me if it hurts."

"it is good."

Feng Qinqin wiped his back very carefully. Bo Zhongye endured the pain, but he didn't complain of pain after all.

The second elder, who was standing outside the door and eavesdropping, was finally relieved at this moment, Zuo Yao glanced at her husband angrily, pointed to the location of the study and said.

"You don't need to sleep in the bedroom tonight, since you are so close to the study, you should live with the study!"

The three children grew up so big, they were often beaten in the study.Every time it was not always supported or carried out.

Yes, she promised that she would not speak or interfere in his discipline of the child, but now that her son is old, it is simply unreasonable to suffer such torture!
Bo Songyuan also realized that today was a bit too much. The children have grown up, so he should save face for them, but seeing the injury on Qingqing's face today, he couldn't control it.

"Isn't it because these two rebels don't help Qingqing, haven't you seen the wound on Qingqing's face?"

Zuo Yao glared at him and said angrily.

"Yes, then you can't play such a big and ruthless hand. You just told me gently that Yi Zuo was by her side when she called Xiao Ye. Xiao Ye just wanted to see Yi Zuo's reaction. , if Yi Zuo doesn't go, Xiao Ye will definitely not sit idly by, how do our three sons treat Qing Qing, don't you usually see it because you are blind!"

The three brothers' pain is nothing to say!

When his wife said this, Bo Songyuan's face darkened and he was speechless.

Zuo Yao didn't want to talk to him anymore, strode to the bedroom door, opened the door and walked in, closed the door with a bang, and then the sound of locking the door came from inside.

Bo Songyuan stood in the corridor and looked at the closed door, sighed, and walked towards the study resignedly.

Bo Zhongye's bedroom.

Feng Qinqin cleaned his back, then picked up the medicine and began to apply it.

After applying it for the first time, Bo Zhongye's body arched naturally, and Feng Qinqin's hand stopped immediately.

She knew it hurt him.

"Be patient, it will be fine in a while, I will try to be as light as possible."

Bo Zhongye hummed.

"It's okay, just paint it, I can bear it."

While Bo Zhongye was talking, Feng Qinqin didn't answer, but his subordinates moved much lighter.

After applying a medicine, Feng Qinqin took off her shoes, knelt beside him, and began to massage him with her soft little hands. The doctor said that it should be infiltrated.

"What did you do? Why did Dad punish you like this?"

While giving him a massage, Feng Qinqin tried to distract him.

Bo Zhongye, who was lying on the bed, sighed, and told her about the slight injury today.

"Young has suffered such a great grievance. If you hadn't come here today, Dad might have beaten us two brothers so that we couldn't get out of bed for several months."

How ruthless is his father's hands? Zhong Ye knew from a young age that the three brothers grew up under his whip. Ah Qing was mischievous since he was a child, so naturally he was beaten a lot, followed by him. The third brother was beaten because he was relatively silent. The number of times is relatively less, but only less.

Hearing Bo Zhongye's statement, Feng Qinqin was quite surprised.

I really didn't expect the tutoring of the Bo family to be so strict. Seeing that Bo Zhongye and Bo Zhongqing are very dignified outside, it turned out that they were also brought up under the stick when they were young.

"But it's normal for Dad to beat you. No matter what you do when you call gently, you should go and see."

She knows how much the Bo family loves Qingqing, and now it seems that Bo Zhongye's beating is still light.

Bo Zhongye also knew that he was wrong, so he sighed.

"It won't happen again in the future. I will protect my sister. The others are really worried. Yi Zuo is not a man, he can't even protect a girl."

Feng Qinqin didn't answer his words. In her perception, Yi Zuo didn't take it lightly. Naturally, he didn't protect her well enough. If it was Wen Jing, she wouldn't be hurt at all.

While speaking, Feng Qinqin had already applied all the medicines that should be applied to him, got up to tidy up, brought the medicine box, put the medicines into the medicine box one by one and put them in the cabinet.

Turning around and coming back, Bo Zhongye looked at the girl standing by the bed with a smirk on his face.

"Qinqin, how did you think about the accommodation issue I told you before?"

Hearing this, Feng Qinqin was stunned.

Accommodation problem?

Seeing the smile on the man's face, Feng Qinqin suddenly remembered what this guy said a few days ago that he would live with him several times a week.

She rolled her eyes, thinking about other things after all this.

"Cultivate well, don't think so much about what you have and what you don't have?"

She would come to spend the night with her only in emergencies like this, and she would never come over at other times.

Bo Zhongye was not happy anymore, he turned his head to the side angrily.

Feng Qinqin: "..."

Is this out of temper with her?
Don't care about him, go take a shower and sleep first, there is still class tomorrow morning.

Before going to the bathroom, Feng Qinqin remembered that she didn't have any clothes here, and there were probably only light clothes she could wear here, and Qing Qing should have already slept by this time, let her bring them over tomorrow.

He went to the closet, took a white shirt from Bo Zhongye, it should be suitable for pajamas, thought about it, and took a pair of boxers.

After taking a shower, Feng Qinqin first picked up his boxers and put them on, then stood up, feeling as if he hadn't put them on.

It shouldn't be, isn't it similar to girls' shorts? Why do they feel fluffy?
I looked down and finally found the problem. There was a large space in the front. Of course it felt like I hadn't worn it.

Feng Qinqin picked up his shirt and put it on. Her height reached Bo Zhongye's chest. Putting on his shirt was like wearing a coat.

After straightening her hem, Feng Qinqin walked out of the bathroom.

The man who was still sulking just now heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, he turned his head and looked over.

This look, the eyes are straight.

The girl was wearing his shirt, the length of which reached her knees. Because she had just bathed, she was covered in powder and was still steaming, especially the black boxers under the shirt, which were hidden under the shirt. The half-hidden vision almost made him spurt blood.

Thinking of the scenery under the boxer pants, Bo Zhongye's nose felt hot.

Feng Qinqin didn't seem to feel it, and walked towards the bed with small steps.

Walking to the bedside, Feng Qinqin lifted the quilt and lay down in it. A scent of bathing flowers spread in the quilt, hitting Bao Zhongye's sense of smell directly. Bo Zhongye lay down on his side instead, and hugged her into his arms.

(End of this chapter)