Huang Yi's Meng Qingfan

Meng Qingfan looked at the watch on his wrist with two dark black panda eyes, it was 07:30.

The red spots on Huang Yi's body had completely disappeared, his chest rose and fell regularly, his long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly twice, revealing his jade-like pupils.

Huang Yi rubbed his eyes and sat up, took a look at Meng Qingfan and was immediately shocked by his dark circles, then he looked around the environment belatedly, and asked the people around him blankly, " Why are we here?"

Yesterday I slept on the big bed very happily, why did the space shift when I opened my eyes?

"Yesterday you were allergic to food, don't you remember?" Meng Qingfan pinched the center of her eyebrows with a headache, and lamented in her heart, who said that a man has 31 flowers?Even if she stays up all night, she will be too tired to die, and even if she inserts a few piles of cow dung, she will not be able to look beautiful again.Hey... so old...

Suddenly, Meng Qingfan was embraced by someone, and the hot and humid breath swept over her neck, and Huang Yi's voice full of guilt came from beside her ear: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

As an adopted son, and a 17-year-old adopted son who is about to become an adult, normal people will definitely not adopt such a child. Although Huang Yi is not an ordinary person, and he is not really a 17-year-old boy, he still can't help but feel sorry for him. Meng Qingfan's uniqueness moved her heart.

Meng Qingfan chuckled twice, relaxed her body and hugged the person in her arms tightly, and the continuous heat passed into her body through the thin pajamas to drive away a little bit of fatigue.

"From the day I brought you back, we have been a family, and there is no trouble." Meng Qingfan said slowly, rubbing Huang Yi's back lightly.

Huang Yi kept kneeling on the bed and hugged Meng Qingfan until his legs went numb before slowly letting go, "Well, but I'm late."

Meng Qingfan squeezed his face funnyly and said, "I thought you forgot to go to class." Meng Qingfan took out his mobile phone and made a gesture of not speaking, and dialed Huang Yi's class teacher.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, I'm Meng Qingfan, Huang Yi's parent."

"Lawyer Meng, hello, I was just about to call you. Why didn't Huang Yi come to class today?" The teacher was talking to Meng Qingfan enthusiastically, with the look of a [-]-year-old girl thinking about spring on her face. smile.

"Xiao Yi is not feeling well today, so he may have to take two days off."

The homeroom teacher was on the opposite side again and talked for a long time, she would make up for any missed homework, Meng Qingfan had a terrible headache, rubbed his temples helplessly, and it took a long time before he cut off the phone in his hand.

Huang Yi thoughtfully pushed Meng Qingfan's hand away, and slowly massaged the acupuncture points on his head. The young man's smooth fingers and round fingertips covered his temples with a slight coolness, which instantly gave Meng Qingfan a headache. Relief a lot.

"Why do you need two days off?" Huang Yi asked while changing his fingering.

"I will also take you to check the allergens to find out which foods you are allergic to, so that you can avoid some dangers in the future." Meng Qingfan said comfortably.

Huang Yi's technique is really comparable to that of the masters in the massage shop. Both the strength and the precision are just right, making it difficult for people to feel uncomfortable.

After thinking for a while, Meng Qingfan asked again: "Have you ever been allergic to any food before?"

Huang Yi thought for a long time before shaking his head. He had never experienced such a phenomenon when he was in the spiritual realm, and he had always had a soft spot for researching recipes. I have, every time Luyao comes to eat and drink, he also says that he is like a supermarket owner, he has everything.

Seeing him frowning in a puzzled manner, Meng Qingfan comforted him, "It's okay, we'll check it out later, there won't be any problems, don't worry."

Just as Huang Yi was about to say something, Meng Qingfan's cell phone rang. Meng Qingfan picked it up without looking at it, and quickly spit out a string of text: "I'm in the third hospital, bring me early, it's for two, go buy it." Done."

Meng Qingfan hung up the phone after finishing speaking, regardless of the reaction on the other side.

"An Yi, you have met him before. He is my father's son. He is seven years older than you. It's fine if you're not used to calling him by his first name." Meng Qingfan turned around and walked out after speaking. The towel also brought half a basin of warm water.

Huang Yi put on his slippers, took the towel and soaked it in the water first, then pointed to the bed next to him and said, "Lie down."

Meng Qingfan smiled slightly and loosened the two buttons on his neckline, then took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.

Huang Yi wrung out a towel and applied it on Meng Qingfan's thick dark circles, then sat beside him and slowly pressed on his body, with varying degrees of pressure, sometimes felt a pain, and sometimes felt a little itchy .

"The painful area means that you have used it too much, you need to relax, you are too tired." Huang Yi's tone was filled with a hint of distress, and Meng Qingfan felt it, and a warm current gushed out from his heart, flowing along the meridians throughout his body roam.

"Brother! Don't die!" An Yi yelled and made a fuss while carrying seven or eight breakfast bags, big and small.

The door of the ward was kicked open almost violently, hit the smooth wall behind, and bounced back with two slow creaks.

Lying on the bed, Meng Qingfan removed the towel from her eyes and looked helplessly at An Yi at the door, and sighed deeply.

"I can't die, bring me breakfast."

Huang Yi took the towel and handed it back to Meng Qingfan, saying, "Wipe your face and feel better."

Meng Qingfan showed a gratified smile, took the towel and simply wiped it off and sat up.Obviously he was accompanying the bed, why did he look like a patient.

An Yi leaned over to the edge of the bed like a grass lying down under the scorching sun, picked up the things in his hand and handed them to Meng Qingfan.

"how old are you?"

"24 is old."

"How old were you just now?"

"Ten years old."

Meng Qingfan stood up and rubbed An Yi's hair and said helplessly, "It's good to know."

"I'm in a hurry. I ran to your house early in the morning and there was no one there, and you said you were in the hospital. I thought something happened to you." An Yi approached Meng Qingfan aggrievedly and rubbed against him.

Huang Yi stood aside and looked at An Yi, who was relying on Meng Qingfan, strangely. Isn't this person his uncle?Why are you hanging on Qingqing like a minor now?

Meng Qingfan patted An Yi's back reassuringly twice, then pulled him away and explained: "It's not me, it's Xiao Yi who had a food allergy yesterday. He saw that I was too tired, so he was massaging me just now."

Meng Qingfan smiled and took Huang Yi to her side, feeling extremely relieved, she really found a good son.

You can go to the living room and go to the kitchen, you can also massage, and you have a ridiculously high IQ.

Huang Yi turned around embarrassedly and buried his face in Meng Qingfan's arms, holding his waist tightly with his hands.

An Yi saw that his territory was being occupied in this way, a twitching smile appeared on his face, and his right eyelid kept twitching.

I am an elder!I am an elder!I am an elder!An Yi took a deep breath and said silently several times in his heart, and then deliberately loudly said: "Eat breakfast! It will be cold in a while."

"Fanfan, I took a long detour to buy your favorite tofu soup and the small steamed cakes made by the proprietress." An Yi deliberately glanced at Huang Yi while speaking.

Later, when Huang Yi thought about it, he found that it seemed that from this time on, he and this little uncle were at odds.

When Meng Qingfan heard the word Fanfan, the hand holding the tofu soup trembled for a moment, then looked back stiffly at An Yi, and said word by word: "Call! Brother!"

An Yi rolled his eyes, and looked at Meng Qingfan pitifully, "I called you Fanfan when I was young."

"You said it was when you were a child. By the way, I will call you An Yi from now on, otherwise you two will not be able to tell the difference."

An Yi looked angry and shouted: "Why? Why didn't you just call him by his name?"

Meng Qingfan said as a matter of course: "He is my son, you are good, why are you arguing with children?"

"Anyway, I don't care! If you call me An Yi, I will call you Fan Fan!" An Yi sat on the bed angrily, and gave Huang Yi a dissatisfied look.

Huang Yi calmly ate the tofu soup in front of him, which was said to have been bought after a long detour, and then thought to himself: This is not very good, is it?Surely he can cook better than this!

Meng Qingfan finally couldn't stand An Yi's insistence and agreed to him. An Yi was complacent for a long time, but one day when he heard Huang Yi call Meng Qingfan Qingqing, An Yi suddenly realized that he had suffered a great loss. !