The charming girl from the 70s seduces her rough husband until he vomits blood

Fang Minglang's words made Han Yingying relax a little.

He really didn't seem to blame himself.

But she couldn't call him uncle. Instead, Fang Shuyu patted Fang Minglang on the arm: "You kid, why are you giving yourself the status of elder in front of this little girl?"

Fang Minglang's lips turned a little white: "Don't we have to seek truth from facts? Isn't Shanshan her fifth aunt? Then don't I have to follow this generation?"

Fang Shuyu chuckled: "I think your wound no longer hurts, and you can bully other girls."

"Auntie, you are wronged."

Fang Shuyu turned to look at Han Yingying and waved to her: "Yingying, you're here. Don't be restrained. Come and sit."

Han Yingying stepped over and took a closer look at Fang Minglang's lower abdomen: "How is the wound...?"

"It's not bad. It's my first experience in life and it feels good. But this kind of experience only needs to be done once. There is no need for another time." Fang Minglang nodded and smiled at her.

Han Yingying:......

She asked if the wound still hurt. Who asked him if the experience was good? This was the only thing. He should never experience it again, okay?

It's so scary.

"By the way, what's going on with Zhou Junxiong? Is there any follow-up to sending him to the Public Security Bureau?"

"My fifth uncle went to the Public Security Bureau to handle the matter today. My grandfather also called there. This matter will not be revealed lightly."

Fang Shuyu frowned: "You can't expose it easily. How dare a young man do such a thing? Whether it's the bad things he did to you or the harm he did to Mingming, it's enough for him to die."

Han Yingying thought of the disgusting scene of being pressed to the ground by Zhou Junxiong yesterday again in her mind, and her eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

Fang Minglang saw the discomfort in her heart and took the initiative to change the topic: "By the way, why didn't you go to school today?"

Han Yingying said softly: "I... don't feel very well. I'm asking for leave."

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Have you registered to see me?"

Han Yingying shook her head: "It's okay, I just feel bad..."

"What a coincidence, I'm a cardiologist. Come sit here and I'll take your pulse."

Han Yingying was embarrassed, "It's not in my heart, but... I feel a little uncomfortable, so I asked for leave."

Fang Shuyu couldn't help but laugh when she looked at her stupid nephew who was going straight and forward: "You are sick yourself. Why don't you check Yingying's pulse? Just eat your food honestly."

Speaking of this, Han Yingying immediately handed over the thermos pot in her hand: "Grandma Fang, this is the ginseng chicken soup made by my aunt. Do you want..."

"Okay, okay," Fang Shuyu said, "Wait until Minglang finishes drinking this bowl, and then give him another bowl."

"Aunt, you are feeding the pigs. I can't drink that much." The bowl that my aunt brought was specially cooked by Mingzhu. After drinking it, he felt a lot of energy in his body. Otherwise, how could he have cooked it yesterday? After such a serious operation, did you regain your strength today?

But his aunt had already given him two bowls to drink, and he couldn't drink anymore.

"How could a grown man..." Before he could finish his words, there was another knock on the door.

Fang Shuyu said please come in, and the three of them turned around and saw the old man of the Han family and Han Yingying's parents coming together.

Fang Shuyu hurriedly stood up and went over to greet Mr. Han. After greeting her for a few words, Mr. Han went to say many words of thanks to Fang Minglang.

Han Changhai still had a lot of gifts in his hands, and he was about to go over and give two to Fang Minglang.

Even Sun Junlan, who always liked to put on airs in front of others, was obviously much kinder today, especially when she saw that Fang Minglang was such a talented person, had such a good family background, and was such a kind person, she became even more kind.

If Jiang Shan were here and saw her smiling at others with a kind face, she would have to say something to her to see what the dishes were.

The Han family thanked them for a long time. Fang Minglang's mouth was a little tired from smiling. Seeing his fatigue, Fang Shuyu said to several people: "In-laws, we are all relatives. Isn't it right for him to help Yingying? You really don't need it." You are so polite. He has just finished breakfast and needs to rest more. Why don't you go to my old man's place first and let's get together at noon..."

Mr. Han waved his hand directly: "No, no, no, it's not appropriate now. When Mingming is discharged from the hospital, come to my house. We have to set up a table to thank him. Then you all can come."

Fang Shuyu nodded and smiled: "Okay, then we won't be polite to you. We'll see you then."

While she was talking, she wanted to send a few people back, but Han Yingying asked softly: "Grandma Fang, can I stay here? I want to take care of Fang Minglang here."

Han Changhai nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, yes, Yingying, you stay. If Mingming needs anything, you can instruct Yingying to do it."

Fang Shuyu wanted to refuse at first, but Han Yingying immediately promised: "I will not disturb Fang Minglang's rest. When you go back to cook for him at noon, I will help you here, okay?"

Fang Shuyu thought for a while and decided that it was okay, so he sent Mr. Han and the three of them downstairs.

Only Fang Minglang and Han Yingying were left in the ward.

Fang Minglang breathed a sigh of relief: "Your family is so warm."

Han Yingying pursed her lips: "My grandpa has always been like this, but my dad and mom are not particularly enthusiastic people. My dad is a business man, and he is thinking about how to do business and make money all day long. My mom's... shortcomings Many people have eyes in the sky, and no one looks down on them.”

"I didn't see that."

"Because your family has good conditions. She is always kind to people who are better off than me."

Fang Minglang smiled: "Why do you still talk about your mother like that?"

"I'm telling the truth. If you have a chance to get along with me, you will know."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on Fang Minglang's wound again: "Does it hurt?"

"I'd be lying to you if I said it didn't hurt, but it's okay."

Han Yingying's eyes turned red: "I'm sorry. If I had been more vigilant, I wouldn't have been followed."

"Stop talking about the victim's guilt. The bad guys are hiding in the dark. Who knows when he will show up? It's Zhou Junxiong who is wrong, not you."

"But if it weren't for me..."

"Even if it was someone else yesterday, I would still do the same thing, so you don't have to feel guilty. I won't blame you, and no one in my family will blame you at all. You just need to adjust your mood and don't be blamed by yesterday. It’s okay as long as those bad things affect you, you know?”

Fang Minglang's voice was gentle and gentle. The guilt that Han Yingying had been holding back for a long time after entering the door finally broke out. She stood beside the hospital bed, grabbed the hem of her clothes, lowered her head and cried out.

Fang Minglang was stunned. He raised his hand and scratched his eyebrows: "Well... Yingying, don't cry. I'm most afraid of girls crying. I won't coax people."