"You let her go!"
The moment Qi Yan saw Mo Yongheng grabbing Tan Bengbeng, he jumped up from the sofa.
hell!
Who asked him to help with the wound
He is going to apply a layer of rotten ointment on the wound to make him hurt even worse!
"Qi Yan, stop making trouble!" Tan Bengbeng suddenly yelled loudly, staring blankly at Mo Yongheng's back.
From the second he suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him, he had been staring blankly.
Many familiar images flashed in my mind.
It was when she was little.
When she was a child, she was not as boring as she is now, just like ordinary children, smart and naughty.
The study tasks assigned by the family are always procrastinated and lazy, and every time grandpa wants to hit her palm with a ruler, my brother will always rush out.
Just like before, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
Then get punished for her.
Once, as long as she saw her brother's back, she would feel very safe.
She hadn't felt that way since her brother died.
Until Mo Yongheng suddenly pulled her just now...
For some reason, she had an illusion, as if she had traveled back to more than ten years ago, when she was protected by her brother.
So much so that when he saw Qi Yan jumping up suddenly and was about to fight Mo Yongheng, he yelled at him out of nowhere.
After shouting, even she was stunned.
Both men looked sideways at her, and seeing her red eyes, Qi Yan was the first to raise his hand in surrender.
Without a word, he stepped forward and took her into his arms.
"I was wrong! Even if Mo Yongheng deserves to be beaten, I won't beat him anymore, my Beng Beng is good, Beng Beng won't cry..."
"I didn't cry, you let go!"
Tan Bengbeng pushed him away, and when he raised his head, there were indeed no tears in his eyes, but the eye sockets were still slightly red.
She suddenly felt a little sad in her heart, but she is no longer a child now.
Will not cry casually.
Tan Bengbeng bit his lip, as if he realized that it was absurd for him to imagine the person he was unfamiliar with as his brother over and over again, so he stepped forward and took back the disinfectant from Mo Yongheng's hand and ointments.
Open your mouth softly.
"Don't bother Young Master Eternal anymore. I'm a doctor. I've seen all kinds of undressed scenes on the operating table. I don't mind these things."
Mo Yongheng: "..."
Seeing her clearly unhappy and pretending to be fine, Mo Yongheng frowned.
She moved her lips a few times, wanting to say something, but held back abruptly.
Seeing that she insisted on doing it herself, without saying anything, she gave Qi Yan a cold look, and continued to walk back to the coffee table, looking at the medicine and ingredient description in the box.
The body of the old Patriarch has always been taken care of by him.
Qi Yan couldn't see the patient, and only he knew many taboos. He had to make sure that the medicine Qi Yan provided would not harm the old Patriarch's body.
While he was checking the pills and potions, Qi Yan was not idle.
Lying on the sofa, while Tan Bengbeng was disinfecting the wound on his face, he purposely called that miserable, and then spoke ill of Mo Yongheng.
To speak ill of Mo Yongheng in front of him!
"My face hurts! Beng Beng, he must be jealous of my handsome looks and wants to ruin my face!"
"My chest hurts too. He must have realized that I only have you in my heart. He thought that as long as he kicked me to death, no one would rob him. The most vicious villain!"