MTL - After the Eldest Sister-in-law Died Young, Dai Wen Remarried.-Chapter 234 I'm a bad boy

Ji Huaimo seemed to realize that his movements were too abrupt, and his whole body suddenly fell silent. The little joy that he had just felt when he ate the pork jerky suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a kind of extreme panic.

He opened his bright eyes, the pupils and the whites of his eyes were in perfect contrast between black and white, yet uneasy and panic could not be concealed in their purity.

 “Aunt, aunt, An, An An, I, I didn’t mean it.”

He waved his hands in panic, as if he was afraid that they would dislike him.

Immediately, he lowered his head dejectedly, as if giving up on himself, "Forget it, you hate me, I'm a bad boy."

 Ji Huaimo, who was still young, had a faint sense of world-weariness in his voice.

Yun Qinghuan admitted that he has some control over his appearance, so when he saw this expression on the face of this extremely cute bun, his heart felt like being pricked by a needle, which hurt a little.

She stepped forward and half-crouched to look at Ji Huaimo. It was also this kind of gaze that allowed her to see the inconspicuous bruises on the child's neck. Her heart suddenly trembled violently, with a speed that could not cover her ears but was as fast as thunder. Pulling his clothes.

He lowered his head and turned his back to Yun Qinghuan. He didn't dare to raise his eyes. He only said a soft "hmm" and agreed with her to apply the medicine on him.

Just looking at the wounds, you can tell that the force was very heavy, as if the child was beaten to death.

Yun Qinghuan stepped forward and gently held Ji Huaimo in her arms, "Good boy." She asked An An to bring over the medical bag at home. These were some daily medicines that Yun Qinghuan bought. I have prepared some medicine for injuries and other injuries in case of emergencies.

Yun Qinghuan’s voice trembled, “Who hit me?”

 criss-crossed, the marks of being beaten by a whip.

Ji Huaimo looked very well-behaved, and he didn't seem to have the temperament to cause trouble outside.

 The cool ointment was applied to the wound, and Ji Huaimo felt that the pain was less.

 This is not a good sign.

When An An came over with the medicine box, Yun Qinghuan took out the ointment and looked at Ji Huaimo standing in front of him, "Huaimo, where are your injuries? Is it convenient for me to apply the medicine?"

She first slowly washed and wrung out the towel, wiped the skin around his wound clean, and then applied medicine to him.

Even if Lin Yuzhen beats him, she is his mother, a blood-blood connection that cannot be severed at all.

Probably because the eyes of Yun Qinghuan and An An were full of concern, and they didn't show the slightest surprise or disgust when others saw that he was covered with injuries. Ji Huaimo looked a little moved, and the corner of his mouth moved, "It's my mother."

Ji Huaimo felt extremely warm in her arms. His eyelashes trembled and suddenly shone brightly. The temperature was that of his mother.

Furthermore, Lin Yuzhen not only beat him, she was also very kind to him when he was in a good state of mind, and only beat him so hard when he was sick.

Ji Huaimo pursed his lips. He was already very sensible at a young age, "I didn't let him know because I was afraid that he would worry."

Ji Huaimo was obviously panicked. He desperately covered his exposed skin and hurriedly pulled off his clothes. With tears in his eyes, he wanted to cry, "Auntie, An'an, you, don't look at it, it's too ugly!"

It’s just that he already knows that men and women have different ages. His exposed skin is pink, and his face is also red from embarrassment, all the way to the roots of his ears.

By the time the child's wounds were treated, almost an hour had passed.

Yun Qinghuan didn't say anything. No matter what he said, nothing could soothe the wound in the child's heart.

Ji Huaimo didn't react at all to her fierce tug. By the time he did, Yun Qinghuan had already lifted a lot of his clothes.

 In May, the weather was not too hot but not too cold, so Ji Huaimo wore a long-sleeved gown that strictly covered his skin.

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 After saying this, he lowered his head in embarrassment, tears welling up from the corners of his eyes.

Normally he doesn't let his father give him a bath, and he doesn't sleep with his parents. He also wears a long-sleeved gown, which is tightly covered so that no one can see him.

An An originally didn't like Ji Huaimo very much. He felt that Ji Huaimo had stolen his mother's attention, but now that he saw how injured he was, he felt compassion for him and stepped forward to touch him carefully, fearing that he might touch him. When he got to the place where he was injured, "Ji Huaimo, just tell my mother. My mother is very good and she will help you."

Yun Qinghuan had been bent down for a long time, and he straightened up so hard that he almost fell down.

 An An is a considerate child. He understood her meaning, paused, and walked into the house.

Ji Huaimo helped her with quick eyes and hands, "Auntie?"

Yun Qinghuan had actually guessed something. After all, she felt that Lin Yuzhen was mentally abnormal last time, and guessed it was schizophrenia. But she really saw this mother beating her own child like this, and beating her so hard. Still a little unbelievable.

Even An An was frightened. He covered his mouth. Even though he was very scared, he still resisted looking at the bruises on the fair skin of the boy about his age.

 She rested for a while, sat on a stool, and then asked Ji Huaimo, "Does your father know that you have so many injuries on your body?"

Yun Qinghuan saw An An looking here with blazing eyes. He was afraid that Ji Huaimo would be uncomfortable, so he winked at him and asked him to go about his business.

Yun Qinghuan couldn't help but want to laugh when she saw it, but she suppressed her laughter, fearing that the child would run away because of shyness and refuse to apply the medicine.

Ji Huaimo paused and slowly took off his shirt, revealing his thin body. The skin that should have been fair and delicate was covered with bruises and bruises. If you look closely, you can see some old scars left behind. The scars were covered layer by layer, looking a little scary.

Perhaps because of the painless motherhood, Yun Qinghuan found that she was much more tolerant of children after having the child An An. Moreover, seeing a beautiful child like Ji Huaimo suffer such serious injuries, she felt a little agitated. Feeling distressed.

Ji Huaimo had already covered up his wounds and stood stiffly beside him, motionless and unwilling to say a word.

Yun Qing smiled happily and said, "It's okay, don't worry, I just moved for too long and my legs are numb. It will be fine in a while."

 The tone is worried.

 Hence, he didn’t even take medicine, so logically he shouldn’t.

Ji Xingjun seemed to have a gentle temper. Moreover, he loved his son very much and did not look like he would beat him at all.

With her sharp eyes, she naturally saw that there were injuries on his legs, and the child felt a little uncomfortable walking.

 “Hiss!” Yun Qinghuan took a breath and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

But I knew he was embarrassed, so I didn't let him take off his pants. Instead, he directly asked him to sit on the bench and rolled up his trousers, exposing his white and tender legs. As expected, there were also injuries on them.

 Mom and dad quarreled often. If his dad saw him hurt like this, he would probably divorce his mom.

 He doesn’t want his parents to divorce.

Thinking of this, the little guy's eyes darkened.