Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

On the way home, Ji Feng did not let Yang Linger walk back by herself. He was not a devil who would abuse children for fun.

So Yang Linger climbed on his back again wearing Ji Feng's dry coat, with one hand around his neck and the other hand hooked on his sneakers hanging in front of his chest.

What is it called "you will suffer for your own sins"?

Ji Feng felt that he was like that now.

Is it his fault? Ji Feng felt that there was nothing wrong with what he did. If he hadn't noticed that Yang Linger was not in a good state, who knows what this girl's feet would have become in the end.

Now it seems that he is so ruthless and unreasonable. In the end, it's all this girl's fault!

The more Ji Feng thought about it, the more he felt that this was the truth.

"Did you get water in your ears while you were taking a shower last night, and the seeds germinated and sucked your brain dry?"

"You got sand in your shoes, but you didn't stop to pour it out, and you kept running with the sand in your shoes. What's wrong? There's a dog chasing you. If you stop for a while, you'll be bitten to death by the dog!"

"I ate so much, but my body didn't grow anywhere. I thought it was all in my brain, but now I see that not only did I not grow brains, but I lost my brains."

"Is it fun to play like this? Otherwise, you can just chop off these pig's trotters and stew them in the pot next time, so that they won't suffer with you."

Mrs. Ji kept mumbling.

Yang Ling'er, who was scolded, shrank her neck and slightly pressed her head against Ji Feng's head. She didn't refute at all, and she was a little happy.

It's not like she really had seeds in her brain that were sucked dry. How could she not understand that this seemingly angry humiliation, but between the lines, was a way of expressing concern.

The reason why I didn't use more explicit and gentle words to express it is because some people are hypocritical, some people have seen the paleness of words, and some people have never experienced such a thing.

On the other side, Ji Feng is still outputting. He has all three, plus he is an old stitched monster with unclear self-awareness in some aspects.

So the classic scene came. Since Yang Ling'er had not responded, Ji Feng, who was about to end, got angry again.

"Did you hear me talking to you!"

Yang Ling'er rubbed her head gently against Ji Feng's ear, indicating that she heard it, but it was not certain whether she would change or not.

Being injured is really nothing to her. The pain in the past told her that she was still alive.

The pain now tells her that this is not a dream.

She has no tendency to self-abuse, but as long as she has not caught up with Ji Feng's figure, she will never stop.

The warm morning breeze blew across her face, and Yang Ling'er was like a comfortable kitten, resting her head in the most comfortable place with her eyes half-closed.

Ji Feng's dry mouth returned to silence, and he walked home step by step in the rising sun.

After returning home, Ji Feng threw Yang Ling'er on her bed. He swore that this was the last time he would carry her on his back!

He took a clean wet towel and stuffed it into Yang Ling'er's hand. Ji Feng went to look for the medicine box. There was sweat, blood and stones. If it was inflamed, the foot would be rotten without stewing.

"Apply the medicine yourself, and continue your morning run in a few days."

Ji Feng handed over the small medicine box, and then Yang Ling'er held the medicine box and looked at Ji Feng motionlessly.

Her slightly red eyes blatantly said, "I don't know how to do it. Are you sure you want me to do it myself?"

Ji Feng's right eyelid twitched violently, and he snatched the medicine box back from Yang Ling'er's hand.

He took out a disinfectant wipe and wiped his hand. Ji Feng lifted one of Yang Ling'er's legs and placed it on his own leg, and then wiped off the blood on it with a wet wipe.

He took out the tweezers and tried twice to remove the small stone embedded in the flesh. Ji Feng gave up the tweezers and started to work.

He grabbed Yang Linger's feet with both hands and pressed lightly with his two thumbs. The soft flesh on her foot sank into the ground, revealing the bulge that was embedded in the stone.

Then he squeezed the bottom of the stone hard. It was simple and rough, painful and effective.

At the moment when the stone was squeezed out, the five pink toes that were originally slightly open instantly shrank into a ball.

Ji Feng: Suddenly I had the urge to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

One... two... three.

Three stones were embedded in the whole right foot. After squeezing them all out, Ji Feng felt inexplicably comfortable.

Taking out the iodine and moistening the cotton swab, Ji Feng once again grabbed the foot that had been curled up since the beginning and directly stuck the cotton swab on it.

Ji Feng turned his head to look at Yang Ling'er.

What about your hiss!

Ji Feng didn't believe it and dipped another cotton swab. After making sure that the entire cotton swab was used as medicine, he applied it to another wound.

Yang Ling'er tilted her head to the same angle as Ji Feng and looked back. Her face was expressionless and even a little curious and puzzled.

That's not right. Are all the iodine bought in the real world fake?

After applying medicine to all the wounds, Ji Feng wrapped a layer of gauze around Yang Linger's feet to prevent them from rubbing against other places at any time.

Seeing that Yang Linger had already raised her left foot and was about to put it on his leg, Ji Feng directly pushed the medicine box into her arms and stood up to sweep off the non-existent dust on his body.

"You can deal with the rest yourself."

You have to bear the consequences of your own actions, and you still want me to help you. If I wasn't afraid that the sweaty clothes would go bad if they were not washed for a long time, I wouldn't even wash them for you.

Ji Feng left a snort and walked into the kitchen to prepare something to make breakfast.

Ji Feng, who was flipping the omelette, was suddenly scalded by the oil that burst out of the pan.

That's not right!

What happened this morning was completely wrong!

His original purpose was to keep a distance from Yang Linger, who brought him unknown changes, so that he could resume his normal life without anyone interfering with him.

Because Yang Linger played a trick on him yesterday, he decided to give Yang Linger a good beating today to teach her a lesson.

Then Yang Linger was really beaten up, even her foot was injured.

The whole process seemed logical, but it was full of bugs when I thought about it!

How did Yang Linger come back?

I carried her back on my back.

Did Yang Linger learn her lesson?

On the way back, he kept talking for a while, but it seemed that he didn't mention anything about her playing tricks on him.

How did he deal with Yang Linger's foot injury in the end?

Afraid that she wouldn't know how to deal with the wound, he treated one foot first as an example. I totally forgot that Yang Linger had broken her foot once during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Ji Feng slapped his thigh and became more sober.

Isn't this a self-torture trick!

Six!

It's really like a little cow wearing a bra, one set after another.

Ji Feng, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, had fallen into a chaotic debuff. He was thinking about how to return to normal life, how to deal with Yang Linger next, and how well the omelette should be cooked.