Looking back now, I still feel my nose sore.
It's probably the kind of despair that suddenly disappears after being alone for a long time and finally finding a trace of warmth that she craves for.
Zheng Yan blinked her eyes, recovered from her own memories, remembered what Mo Yongheng said just now, and shook her head.
"It's useless. If a beating would solve the problem, I would have disabled him long ago."
"..."
This time, Chang Mo was forever stunned.
Meifeng raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was asking her with his eyes, did he really beat Zheng Hao
"Hey, what does that look mean? I hit him with my handbag just now, didn't you see it?" Zheng Yan said this, and turned her head to take a look. Her handbag was still on the ground and she didn't pick it up.
The white handbag was stained with dust, so it was probably scrapped.
She murmured, "Hey, the body is still lying there. If that little bastard Zheng Hao messes with me again, I might consider switching to a full metal handbag and smashing his head off!"
Mo Yongheng: "..."
Mo Yongheng looked into her bright eyes and said with joy, even though he could tell that she was using a smile to cover up her bitterness, he didn't expose her.
Hearing that she said that she was fine and let him go first, Mo Yongheng's black eyes flashed, he stepped forward, and hugged her horizontally.
"ah!"
Zheng Yan stretched out her hand to grab his shoulder in shock, and stared at him with wide eyes.
"Your ankles are swollen, and you still insist that you're fine, do you think I'm blind?" After Mo Yongheng finished speaking, he didn't give Zheng Yan a chance to refuse, and carried her firmly into the Zheng family's villa.
As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Zheng Hao crying and howling in the living room, asking the housekeeper to give him medicine.
When he saw Mo Yongheng coming in, he jumped up from the sofa in fright.
She reached out and grabbed a pillow, hid behind the sofa, and stared at him warily.
Mo Yongheng ignored Zheng Hao, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face. He had studied medicine, so when he beat someone, he naturally knew where it hurt the most.
He didn't break the bridge of Zheng Hao's nose, he was showing mercy.
What is a bruised nose and swollen face
Let him hold this face, and when he looks in the mirror every day, he will know what will happen to his mouth!
Mo Yongheng ignored Zheng Hao who was shivering behind the sofa, put Zheng Yan on the sofa, and raised her ankles to the coffee table.
Turning his head, the butler brought him the medicine box, and asked the butler to prepare ice packs.
"Actually, I'm fine, I just twisted it a little bit. I'll just rub some anti-swelling medicine and I'll be fine after a night of sleep." Zheng Yan looked up and saw Zheng Hao who was hiding behind the sofa like a puppy and didn't dare to come out. She hesitated for a while. , opened the mouth.
Anxiously wanting to put her feet down, Mo Yongheng didn't let go, telling her to sit still and not move.
He took the ice pack from the housekeeper and put it on her swollen ankle.
"hiss-"
Zheng Yan, who said she was fine just now, immediately gasped in pain.
Seeing that Zheng Yan's feet seemed to be really swollen, Zheng Hao was afraid that Mo Yongheng would turn his anger on him again, so he quickly sneaked upstairs while he was not paying attention.
In the living room, only Zheng Yan and Mo Yongheng were left.
There is also a butler standing by from afar.
The Zheng family is not comparable to the Mo family, but the decoration in the living room is still very particular. It can be seen that Mr. Zheng has good taste.
Zheng Yan should have followed her father, with a generous and delicate personality, not a short-hearted person.
Seeing that Mo Yongheng deliberately accompanied her in, lest Zheng Hao would conflict with her again, she pursed her lips and said.
"Thanks."