Carefully helped Qingqiu to the bed, and then hurriedly went out to get a basin of water. As soon as he walked to the door, he saw Qing Ying lying motionless on the bed, Ning Ying's heart fell to the bottom, and the coldness hit with nowhere to hide.

Three steps and two steps to the bed, trembling hands and feet to untie the first knot on Qing Xuan's clothes, when about to untie the second knot, Qing Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed his hand, "What to do?"

Ning Ying's face was not very good-looking, and there was some imperceptible trembling in her suppressed cold voice, "Let go, I'll help you deal with the wound."

Qing Xuan raised his eyebrows, his voice was not too loud, full of playfulness, hidden comfort, "Do you think that your father-in-law will be injured and there is nothing she can do about you?" ”

Ning Ying pressed the action he wanted to sit up, "Lie down, don't move, don't talk, otherwise I will ignore you"

Hearing these words, Qing Miao quieted down for the first time, looking at death as if he were at home, like a fish slaughtered on a chopping board, "Come on, hurry up", and the sudden sentence made it seem like someone was going to "force him to become a prostitute".

After stripping Qing Xuan's clothes to pieces, the distorted ugly and terrifying blood stains distributed on the skin fell into his eyes one by one, and Ning Ying's brows furrowed tightly, and the pity in his eyes and other emotions rolled together.

Ning Ying wrung out the towel from the basin and carefully wiped his wound. After hastily treating the wound and taking some magic medicine, Ning Ying turned around and went to find a piece of clothing, and walked to the bedside with a gloomy expression on his face.

Stiffly helped the corpse-like man up, and patiently took off his tattered clothes little by little, and put them on the clothes he brought, "How did you get it? Didn't you say that it was dropped in the paint jar? Why did you stick a knife in the jar?"

The expression of the dead corpse with Qing Xuan's eyes closed stiffened for a moment, this kid has such a good memory?

Since that time, he has remembered to deal with it in advance after going out to hunt evil spirits, and when he comes back, he still looks like a human dog Sven scum. This time everything didn't go well, and his son grabbed the pigtails.

After getting dressed, Qingxuan lay down softly, as if he had no bones. Holding an unfathomable mysterious shelf, he turned a deaf ear to Ning Ying's words.

Ning Ying glared at him angrily, and resigned herself to the basin and went out to pour the water. Hearing the sound of footsteps slowly walking away, Qing Xuan tentatively opened one eye and looked at the door as if he were a thief.

I didn't see anyone, so I breathed a sigh of relief, this breath was not relaxed, and the blue figure appeared in sight without surprise, so frightened that the muscles in the corners of Qingxuan's eyes twitched, and she couldn't close her eyes when she closed her eyes.

Fortunately, Ning Ying's anger was burning vigorously, and she didn't notice Qing Xuan's half-body dishonest movements, and saw that he was still quietly "asleep", and walked over lightly.

Seeing that all his quilts were taken aside, he lowered his waist and pulled the quilt over him. He patronized and remembered to help the little father-in-law pull the quilt, and he didn't notice much about how inappropriate the actions of the two of them were at this time.

Ning Ying supported the ground with one leg, and knelt on the bed with one leg, because the quilt was a little far away, she pressed her body very low, and a handsome face was placed an inch away from Qing Xuan's face, not breathing, but as if she could feel the slow air flow ambiguously swimming.

Qing Miao opened her eyes at this time, and her lazy eyes were a little foggy, exuding an unknown charm, and she looked directly at Shang Ningying's "caught off guard" look. Ning Ying is "a newborn calf who is not familiar with the world", and his face climbed up some abnormal red for no reason, while Qingyu was "as stable as Mount Tai after the vicissitudes of life", and he was used to lingering in the thousands of flowers, although he did not have the opportunity to do something out of the ordinary, but he also practiced a little "see through the red dust and not heavy skin", his expression was calm, and he faintly had an unconscious smile.

Ning Ying stood up stiffly, as if he was more half-dead than the half-dead man lying on the bed, and he didn't know where the hands and feet he took at the same time should land, so he was about to stage a dance with the same hands and feet.

Someone was particularly "puzzled", stretched out his hand to cover the figure that was about to escape, dragged a long nasal voice, and said: "Ah Ying, sleep with my father-in-law tonight, my father-in-law is injured, if there is any sudden illness in the middle of the night, you can take care of it, right?"

Since Qingqiu's son is older, he is reluctant to "share the same bed" with him, which will make this idle ghost with a toothache suddenly become a little interested, and he wants to tease himself if this half-grown baby will also be "indifferent".

Ning Ying's dance with hands and feet was not successful in the end, ignoring Qing Xuan's ambiguous "sleep with me", her eyebrows softened, showing the unique clean and delicate atmosphere of a teenager.

"Well, you move inside, I'll stop you outside, lest you fall", Ning Ying stood up straight, condescendingly looking at the person on the bed who seemed to be able to move except for his mouth.

The person on the bed pouted his lips with a beating on his face, "No one can let me leave with an inch of land under me", and moved his lips that were a little pale but couldn't stop, "I can't move, I hurt all over"

"Does your ass hurt?" Ning Ying didn't even bother to reward him, and said expressionlessly.

"Tsk" The little father-in-law sighed unhappily, this child is really getting older and more unwilling to follow him, and now he is so bold that he is flirting with the rebel father. When I was a child, I was a shy and lovely person, the longer I grew, the more like an ice cube, I was almost "cold to him", and occasionally smiled at him when he was "crazy".

Qing Miao was still immersed in the memories of her raised baby "Eighteen Changes of Men's College", and suddenly her body was light, and the whole person was held and placed on the inside of the bed.

Qingqiu: ......

The little cub's guts are getting fatter and fatter.

After brewing for a long time, I wanted to say something to save my face as a "father", but I didn't expect this full of talent to suddenly get stuck, and I didn't even let out a fart for a long time.

Ning Ying helped the little father-in-law twist the quilt and lay down in a proper manner. The air was suddenly quiet, and he couldn't even breathe soundly, Qing Xuan was a little uncomfortable for no reason, and the mouth on his body was hot and painful, he was really energetic.

After a long time, the "energetic" Qing Miao thought that Ning Ying had fallen asleep, moved his body, adjusted to a more comfortable position, and exhaled comfortably.

Ning Ying, who was already asleep, suddenly opened her mouth, and sounded in the quiet darkness, "Father-in-law." ”

Qing Xuan subconsciously opened her eyes, she couldn't see anything, but she still tilted her head slightly and looked at Ning Ying, "Huh?"

"Why are you working so hard? I know it's a dead end......

Qing Xuan's expression was tense, and his mouth hurt so much that he felt that he had been replaced by something unknown in his heart.

Did he know anything ......?

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