I'm the villain

Chapter 107
Bai Qing couldn't figure out what the old man Leng was thinking, she didn't dare to believe it, she resolutely gave in, and took Leng Yue's arm to the small reception room.

The old house always had plenty of medicines for wounds, under Leng Yue's guidance, Bai Qing quickly found a bunch of medicines.

This time, Mr. Leng dealt a cruel blow. There were more than a dozen bruised and purple blood marks on Leng Yue's back, and where the wounds overlapped, the skin was already torn.

Bai Qing poked the intersection of the wound with a cotton swab, wiped some disinfectant on it, and was about to run away.

"Stop, I have to go to work tomorrow, these injuries need to be rubbed open, otherwise I can only lie on the bed tomorrow."

Bai Qing looked down on his weak behavior, and was very puzzled: "It's fine, if it doesn't get infected, it's fine, it's just a minor injury."

Leng Yue gritted his teeth, "I told Grandpa that you like Zhuo Changze?"

If you start a rumor, it will be troublesome to dispel it.

Bai Qing waved her hands, squatted on the ground resolutely and obediently looking for medicine, with safflower oil in one hand and bruise potion in the other, she waved in front of Leng Yue, "Which one do you want?"

Leng Yue's scalp is about to explode, can this cheap little sister return it?

"Tong Tong, you can't use safflower oil if you have trauma." The grandma who came late saw the two brothers and sisters confronting each other, and felt a little funny.

From the pile of medicines, he took out a jar of his own ointment, melted it in his palm, and rubbed his muscular and well-boned palm on Leng Yue's mottled back.

"Tong Tong stuffed gauze into your brother's mouth, and your brother was beaten so fiercely once in his adulthood."

Bai Qing took a stack of gauze and shook it in front of Leng Yue, and the person lying on the sofa opened his mouth and bit it.Bai Qing thought it was fun, so she squatted in front of him and looked at the distorted expression.

Perhaps it was because the younger generation in the family were beaten more, but grandma was very familiar with dealing with stick injuries. After a while, the pillow on Leng Yue's chin was already soaked, covered with sweat.

Bai Qing looked at it with interest for a while, then went to the kitchen to get a bowl of lotus seed and white fungus soup, and sat beside him to eat.

Leng Yue gritted his teeth with hatred, never felt that this cheap little sister deserved a beating so much.

"Eat less, I can't eat dinner, and I have to fight for supper when I sleep." Grandma can't see her holding her job bowl and not letting go, like a starved ghost reincarnated.

"Pinch the meat on your waist, can you swallow this?"

Bai Qing rubbed her waist, chewed the white fungus and swallowed it, finished the lotus seed soup in two or three bites, put down the bowl and sat up obediently.

"Don't eat."

"When I was your age, I couldn't eat without you. I was full after two bites. You are good. One bowl is not enough, so I need to add another half bowl."

It should be said that what Grandma Leng is most dissatisfied with about this granddaughter is that she can eat. When she was a child, she knew how to wink and eat secretly. Now that the food suits her taste, she can eat another bowl in front of her and the old man.

Thinking of her granddaughter who ate two bowls of rice for a week, grandma was very sad.

"If this continues, you won't be able to wear my cheongsams. I'll ask the kitchen to give you a ration in the future." Grandma's old cheongsams are all decades old. different.

It was an excellent material even then, but it is almost extinct now.Grandma wanted to pass on these clothes. Leng Yue's mother was plump before she was alive, and Gu Rouyun has not been able to enter the house so far, so she can only place her hopes on this timid granddaughter.

But recently she has improved a lot. Even the old man can praise her awkwardly, and grandma is very pleased.She can't be fat enough to wear those cheongsams.

Bai Qing didn't expect that she would be deducted from her food rations because of the little cheongsam. Seeing her grandma's serious look, she lost the mood to watch the fun and ran away with the bowl in her arms.

Leng Yue propped his head up and took a look, and found that this girl was indeed suitable for wearing a cheongsam, with a slender neck, rounded shoulders without losing some edges and corners, a suitable waist-to-hip ratio, and long legs.

It's a pity that as I grow older, I become less and less well-behaved.

(End of this chapter)