Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

That afternoon, she went to find Ou Yunying.

Ou Yunying is watching TV dramas in the apartment. She is usually fine. Her life is no different from that of ordinary people.

"I heard that you have medicine here that can heal gunshot wounds, please give me some." Luo Qingqian hugged her arm, flattering her.

"What do you want this medicine for?" Ou Yunying chewed gum while watching TV, very leisurely, and even adjusted the channel with the remote control.

Luo Qingqian reached out and pushed her shoulder, flattering her and said, "Give me the medicine, I plan to give it to Grandpa Han, he has helped me a lot this year, and this time I asked Brother Zhaoye to come to the set to help me, Could it be that I know he has a leg injury and still not express anything?"

Luo Qingqian pursed her lips, stretched out her hand and pulled Ou Yunying from the sofa.

Ou Yunying heard the words: "Okay, since that's the case, I'll give it to you, but you can't use too much of this medicine. You also know that no matter how strong the old man is, it's useless. You'd better not let him use too much. .”

"It's best to use some massage every day to treat his leg injury. There must be many people who believe that Mr. Han knows this skill." Ou Yunying said, got up and walked into the room, and took out a bottle in a short while. It seems to be a plaster, and it smells very strong.

Luo Qingqian waved her hand with some disgust: "Can't you put some spices in?"

"You thought it was making perfume." Ou Yunying rolled her eyes.

Of course, she only did this because she was familiar with Luo Qingqian, and Luo Qingqian was not angry, but just disliked her for not appreciating her.

After a while, the two hugged each other, and then Luo Qingqian took the medicine and went directly to Han's house.

When he arrived at Han's house, Mr. Han was trimming the flowers and plants in the yard.

Gardening is what the old man loves most, and Mr. Han is no exception. When he saw Luo Qingqian coming, he had a smile on his face.

"Why are you here? I heard from Zhaoye that you are very busy. If you don't have time, you can come back when you are free. I don't have much to do as an old man, so you can come anytime."

Luo Qingqian stepped forward and gave Elder Han a hug: "Grandpa, do you think that I work too much and haven't seen you for a long time?"

"I know I'm sorry for you. Didn't you find the treasure outside and come here to offer it?" Luo Qingqian said, took out the ointment from the handbag, and first opened it for Mr. Han to smell it.

Sure enough, the old man shook his head in disgust: "What is this, it smells too bad, right?"

"Medicine, don't your legs often suffer from rheumatism? I went to someone to find this medicine. It's very useful, but don't use too much each time. It's best to use it with massage."

"When grandpa's legs get better, we'll go to Kyoto together to see the beautiful scenery, or Hong Kong to go shopping."

"Grandpa, can you please tell me, I miss you so much." Luo Qingqian hugged Han Lao's arm coquettishly.

Old Han smiled. When he heard Luo Qingqian's first words, he was in a great mood. Now hearing Luo Qingqian acting like a baby on purpose and wanting him to take good care of his legs, he felt quite warm in his heart. .

"Why didn't your dad find out that you are a little cotton-padded jacket? This is taking advantage of me. He really deserves it."

A smile flashed across Luo Qingqian's eyes, "Grandpa Han, if my dad hears what you said, he will be jealous, and you know he is very mean."

Mr. Han suddenly laughed and said, "If your father hears what you said, he will be angry too. It turns out that he is a stingy image in my daughter's heart."

Luo Qingqian was a little embarrassed when she heard the words, but she also knew that Mr. Han was deliberately making fun of her, so she couldn't help but also laughed.