Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 33 What do you want to do? !

I bumped my toe, although it wasn't hurt or sick, it was excruciatingly painful.

Misha hugged her feet and jumped twice.

I didn't expect that Bo Xinglan would let it go if he didn't help her, but also laughed at her?
"I want you to take care of it!"

She raised her head and glared at Bao Xinglan, then limped with her feet in her arms and was about to leave.

Bo Xinglan suddenly reached out and grabbed her.

"Aunt Chen, bring the medicine."

He called out in the direction of the corner of the stairs.

Mi Xia turned her head and saw Aunt Chen standing there.

When did she come again?
How can I say that Aunt Chen saw her bump her foot with her own eyes?

Misha wanted to leave with a dark face.

"You still want to fall on the stairs?" Bo Xinglan's voice sounded from behind.

Misha rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction.

Is she that stupid?

Bo Xinglan stretched out his hand to grab her, bent down slightly, and made a gesture to hug her horizontally.

"what are you doing?"

Misha quickly took a step back in fright.

Bo Xinglan's movements paused in mid-air.

"Go and apply the medicine." His voice was a little stiff.

"Just go in, I will go by myself."

Bo Xinglan frowned, her tone tinged with anger.

"You can still go like this?"

"Why not?"

Misha raised one foot, jumping up and down.

Bo Xinglan followed behind, frowning tightly.

The stairs are a bit steep, and it's been a few years. After Misha jumped for a while, she was worried that she would accidentally collapse the stairs.

She held on to the railing carefully.

Every time she swayed, Bo Xinglan, who was walking behind him, frowned, and a few times when she saw her about to fall, she reached out to help her up.

But seeing Misha stand firm, he retracted his hand again.

Misha couldn't see it, and when he finally reached the first floor, beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead.

She wiped off her sweat in satisfaction, then turned her head, and Bo Xinglan's face appeared in front of her eyes!

scare!
Misha stepped back suddenly, forgetting that he had only one foot on the ground, and his body quickly fell down.

She quickly grabbed it twice in the air.

Caught empty.

To be finished!

Misha fell down obediently, but an arm suddenly appeared on her waist, grabbing her firmly.

Righting.

Stand firm.

Bo Xinglan didn't have any expression on his face, after watching Mi Xia stand up.

"Stupid." She said again.

Misha looked at him dissatisfied.

"You are enough! Besides, I will turn my face!"

Bo Xinglan was not threatened by her at all, turned around and saw that Aunt Chen had already prepared things, and said coldly, "Go and apply the medicine."

Go—wipe—medicine—

Misha followed behind him and imitated his tone and whispered, opened his mouth and made a grimace.

"what are you doing?"

Bo Xinglan turned around suddenly, just in time to catch the expression on her face, and frowned.

Misha's face still maintained the slanted mouth and eyes, and it was stiff for a while, then slowly retracted.

"Apply medicine! Apply medicine!"

She yelled twice, jumped over quickly, and put her legs on her knees.

She had practiced dancing when she was a child, and her body was fairly soft, but she still felt a little sore after breaking it like this for a long time.

Bo Xinglan was on the opposite side looking at her.

Mi Xia felt a little sore just after wiping off the alcohol. She rubbed her thighs, looked around, and planned to call Aunt Chen to help him.

Where have people gone?
Misha was wondering, when he suddenly felt his toes being grabbed and warm.

I bowed my head.

Bo Xinglan was grabbing her toes and rubbing them.

She pulled her legs back quickly.

"what are you doing?!"

"Help you with the medicine." Bo Xinglan replied coldly.

Misha quickly waved his hands, hugging his legs and not letting go.

"No, I'll let Aunt Chen come."

"Aunt Chen is cooking."

Bo Xinglan looked up at her.

"Do you want her to continue cooking with the same hand that rubbed your feet?"

(End of this chapter)