Chapter 162: You hug me

"Enough now?!"
Yannian held his forehead, glared at Wen Yu, and at He Huaiguang on the side.
"Are you kids? Are you still fighting?!"
...
The rain collected and the clouds scattered.
Wen Yu rubbed his fists and snorted, "He did it first."
"You beep again, I'm still hitting you now!" He Huaiguang blushed with a thick neck and a heavy posture, as if Xu Kuangjie possessed himself.
"Well, you shut up first!"
Yan Nian pushed He Huaiguang a bit and completely separated the two of them.
Then, he looked at Wen Yu again, showing his eyebrows like two small knives.
"Are you not going out? Waiting for me to call the police to catch you!"
"..."
Wen Yu pursed the corner of his mouth and left with a bruised face.
He Huaiguang didn't get any better either, his face was also colored, blue and purple.
Yannian looked at He Huaiguang, his arrogance had not dissipated, so that his breathing was still heavy.
In my impression, this is the first time He Huaiguang has done it.
I think he was a grandson back then, and his fighting power was not as good as her and Ding Baoyi, as long as there was something to hide.
Hiding and counseling seemed to have always been He Huaiguang's labels.
"Is it all right?"
Yannian raised his eyebrows.
He Huaiguang shook his head, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
"It really doesn't hurt?"
Yan Nian was upset, and he reached out to poke the wound on his face, and just touched his cheekbones, and He Huaiguang yelled in pain, breaking his work in one second, "It hurts, it hurts, and Sister Nian is merciful!"
"Pump,"
Yannian laughed happily. Although she was still uncomfortable, she was still moved by He Huaiguang's defense of her.
In a humanitarian spirit, she took the medicine kit and took the initiative to bandage the wound on the sofa.
Three times, five and two were taken care of, He Huaiguang grinned all the time.
Yannian sighed, "Anyway, thank you, but don't be so impulsive next time. It's not worth it to be rough with such a scumbag."
"It's okay...I have thick skin anyway."
He Huaiguang looked at her words and thoughts, her face was still ugly, and once a person fell into the pain of the past, it would be difficult to extricate herself.
Yan Nian snorted, "The thick skin is also raised by parents, no one can withstand the toss. You see, this mess on the ground, I have to clean up the mess for you two!"
"Just leave it alone, and I will clean up later."
"Forget it, you sit here today and take a good rest, don't do any work!"
Yannian got up and went to clean up.
She lowered her eyebrows and squatted on the ground, a small mass squatting there like a mushroom.
The petals on the ground were all trampled on, the red and yellow petals complemented each other, but they were fragmented.
It's like a relationship, once there is a gap, it will return to its original appearance, because it is difficult to reconcile a broken mirror.
Regarding her and Wen Yu, she would not believe what the scumbag said now.
But why is she still a little bit sad? Perhaps what she feels uncomfortable is just the time when she thought she was good and couldn't go back.
until--
A cloud of shadow covers the top of his head.
The tall silhouette, the refreshing mint fragrance on her body, she slid towards her.
Yannian squatted on the ground and looked up at him.
The man who was dazzled by the light and shadow, behind him was a large area of ​​sunlight. He seemed to have come to save her divine residence, his expression clearly revealed a bit of concern, and asked her what's wrong, his eyes were so red, whether he was wronged.
Yannian's nose is sour, "Jiang Beiyuan, you hug me, my legs are numb..."