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The few protective gears I put away are still very new. The plastic floor can be seen with scratches from frequent cleaning. The eldest son is determined to do something and always goes all out. It seems that this time is also the case .

"...Dad, remember, don't slap me in the face." Mingrui waited for Tu Ling's assurance, and did not dare to stand up rashly for the time being, "Please."

"Okay, what a lot of nonsense you are." What are you worried about?Is he the kind of person who doesn't know how to give face to his grown son?

Facts have proved that he is a trustworthy old man, the dog was kicked several times by him, there are some bruises on his body, and there is not even a small scratch on his hands, feet and neck.

Mingrui, who didn't dare to go all out against the violent old man, could only block but not attack. Naturally, he couldn't last for 5 minutes. After being taught a lesson, he would get up and move around pretending to have nothing to do, and lead his old man back to Tu's house before sleeping. The distance in the room, which is usually not long, feels extraordinarily long because of the burning pain in my ribs.

"Mom, where do you put the condensate spray?" Seeing the eldest son replying to his grandfather and grandma's questions, he breathed out frequently, with cold sweat on his temples, and Tu Ling felt distressed.

Grandma Tu gave Tu Ling a can of muscle music first, and saw the injury exposed by Gao Mingrui's shirt, and immediately went to bring a whole set of furniture for trauma treatment and put it at Tu Ling's hand.

"Xiao Rui, what's going on?" The grandma asked in a very reluctant tone when she saw her eldest grandson's chest was red, swollen and purple for the first time.

"Don't worry about him, it just looks serious, and it will be fine in two days." Tu Ling responded to Mingrui, who was in pain and couldn't answer normally. His fingers were still pressing one by one, checking every rib of Mingrui. Yicun, "What about here? Will it feel particularly painful? No? What about here?"

Mingrui closed his eyes, shook his head again and again, and hummed muffledly, but didn't dare to cry out in pain.When he couldn't get up the next day, he found that he could only get out of bed by rolling, and he couldn't lift his hands above his shoulders anymore.

Under the interaction of multiple drugs, Ming Ziqiao, whose injuries were under control, woke up briefly in the middle of the night, but he was still very weak, and soon fell asleep again.But when he heard the voice of Ming Rui and Ming Xingcheng talking softly, he immediately opened his eyes and moved his pupils, eagerly looking for the figure of his lover.

"Are you awake?" Ming Xingcheng, who was about to help Ming Ziqiao ask for sick leave before school started, saw his eldest grandson Ning's eyes widen for a moment, then turned his head to look, and reached out to cover Ming Ziqiao lightly. forehead.

"Rui..." For some unknown reason, the whole person seemed to be able to pretend to be Mingrui, "It's so cold..."

Because the general anesthesia had not completely subsided and the painkiller was injected regularly, Ming Ziqiao wanted to raise his limp arm but he couldn't do it, but as soon as he stretched and retracted his fingers, Ming Rui immediately leaned over and held them.

"I'm going to ask for another blanket?" Ming Ziqiao usually has red lips and white teeth, but now his lips are almost as white as his teeth. Ming Rui saw that his whole chest felt even more burning.

Ming Ziqiao hesitated to speak, because the hand on his forehead moved away, and he realized that Mingrui was not the only one surrounding the hospital bed.

"I'll go get it. If you're tired, go on sleeping. Sleeping will help you recover from your injuries." There are not many intensive care rooms in this hospital, and they are all full at present. Ming Rui let go of Ming Ziqiao's hand and put it on. After crossing the hospital beds, he went to the nurse who was patrolling at the other end to ask for a blanket. Ming Ziqiao suddenly felt the cold air pouring into his body from the hand that was let go, making him feel cold all over his body.

Dad Ming noticed Mo'er acting like a spoiled child to his eldest grandson, but he didn't want to be wrong, but he was more sure of his eldest grandson's contribution, otherwise how could he win such reliance on Mo'er?

"Qiao Qiao, your daddy is here too. He hasn't seen you wake up yet. I'll change him in." Father Ming touched the back of Ming Ziqiao's hand and left after speaking. Within a minute, he changed to Qiao Qiao. Dad walked in hurriedly.

"My baby, how do you feel now? Will the wound still hurt?" Qiao Zhonglin held the hand that Mingrui just held with both hands and kept rubbing, Ming Ziqiao gradually felt a sense of comfort.

"No... no, it's just numb." I just had a video call with Daddy last week, but it's still the best to be able to touch Daddy who is warm. Ming Ziqiao's eyelashes wet, and the corners of his mouth turned down, It seemed as if he was about to burst into tears in the next second.

However, contrary to Papa Qiao's expectation, not only did Ming Ziqiao not cry, but he put up his expression when someone approached, blinking the moisture in his eyes, as if he didn't want others to see his fragility, Papa Qiao turned his head and looked, It turned out to be Mingrui, walking over with a blanket in one hand.

"Grandpa, I'll cover Joe...my brother-in-law with a quilt." Mingrui reported to Qiao Zhonglin first, then shook off the blanket and carefully covered Ming Ziqiao from neck to feet.

The way Mo'er looked at his eldest grandson made Papa Qiao's heart tremble.

Having experienced the quarrel between Mingfeng and Mingning back then, Qiao Zhonglin didn't dare to ignore the ambiguity between blood relatives.

Seeing the little grandpa staring at him with a cold face suddenly, Ming Rui was a little at a loss. Ming Ziqiao still hoped that he would come and hold him, so he stretched his fingers out of the blanket to touch his pants.

"Get out!" Just as Mingrui's hand was about to touch Mingziqiao, Qiao's father stopped him suddenly, the volume was a bit loud, which attracted the nurse's attention.

"Daddy..." Don't drive Ming Rui out, Ming Ziqiao begged Qiao Zhonglin with his eyes.

"Go change your dad, he hasn't seen Qiao Qiao wake up yet." Lowering his voice again, Qiao's father pretended not to see the look in Ming Ziqiao's eyes, and quietly squeezed into a fist without holding Ming Ziqiao's other hand.

He can't be blamed for being suspicious by nature, since he found those lubricating fluids and condoms under the pillow last night, and saw Moer and his eldest grandson hanging up stacked clothes in the closet, he has a little sense of it.

As the second eldest head of the Ming family, he must prevent close relatives from happening again. He doesn't want the Mingfeng incident to happen again in this family, and he doesn't want to break his heart with his wife again!

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After that warm hug last night, Mingrui thought that the little grandpa had decided to forgive him most of the time.Unexpectedly, when Ming Ziqiao woke up, the little grandpa would change his face. Seeing him glaring at him with such sharp eyes, Ming Rui had the illusion that he was the murderer who stabbed his precious son.

"Daddy, don't-be fierce, Mingrui." Mingrui was stabbed by Qiao Zhonglin's stare and stopped the hand that was stretched out to Mingziqiao. Seeing him slowly retracting his hand to a distance that he couldn't grasp, Mingziqiao gave There was a lot of dissatisfaction in his daddy's eyes.

"...Then, I'll go out first." Although Qiao Qiao was reluctant, Mingrui could only comfort him with his eyes, and looked at him with a feeling of reluctance, indicating that he would come in again soon to accompany him. he.

The little wife let out a faint sigh, and the respirator covering her mouth and nose was completely fogged up.

Nodding obediently to his grandpa, Mingrui endured the throbbing pain caused by the new injury caused by standing for a long time, and tried to make his walking posture look natural. As soon as he left the intensive care unit, he immediately squatted down against the wall with his back in pain, squatting straight It took two to three minutes for the pain to subside.

After going out of the isolation gate to ask the violent old man in his family to go in and see Ming Ziqiao, Ming Rui stood beside the grandpa and dared not sit down, and soon began to break out in cold sweat from the pain.

"Xiaorui, what's the matter?" Ming Xingcheng told the fourth son on the other end of the phone about the unfinished business at home. As soon as Ming Xingcheng turned his head, he noticed the strangeness of his eldest grandson. He stretched out his hand to pull Mingrui's arm, but his whole body suddenly He tensed up, and there was a small muffled sound in his throat, which made the grandfather frown at him.

"No...it's okay." Ming Rui wanted to smile at Ming Xingcheng as if nothing had happened, but he couldn't see how forced he was smiling.

"You don't look like you're okay." Ming Xingcheng noticed that the eldest grandson who always raised his head and chest was slightly hunched over his shoulders. As he spoke, he moved quickly, pressing the middle of Mingrui's chest with the tips of his index finger and ring finger.

Mingrui's five holes were all wrinkled into one hole after being pressed to the wound, and he opened his mouth and let out a long breath!

"You still say it's okay? Sit!" Ming Xingcheng pointed to the chair beside the aisle and berated Mingrui in a low voice. Seeing that Mingrui walked over slowly and sat down with scruples, he followed him and stood in front of him, "Put up your shirt .”

"Grandfather..." Although the old man used to fix him often, this was the first time he was hurt so badly. Although he deserved it, he didn't want the old man to blame his old man for his injury.

"If you don't lift it, I'll do it myself." Ming Xingcheng did what he said, and his hand had already touched the hem of Mingrui's T-shirt.

Mingrui hurriedly pressed the grandfather's hand, so he had no choice but to lift it up by himself, "It's really not serious, it's really okay, grandpa..."

"How did all this come about?!" Seeing those bruises ranging from light to heavy, some even scratched the skin, Ming Xingcheng's entire chest ached for Mingrui!

A look of embarrassment appeared on his handsome face, Ming Xingcheng once thought he was going to lie to him.

"My dad... wanted to know where I am at last night, so he asked me to practice duel. It's because I didn't improve, so he...just...by the way, give me some... some technical guidance." Mingrui considered He said that he obviously didn't want to ask Tu Ling to pursue this matter.

Fortunately, the eldest grandson has not changed, and his eyes are still as calm, upright and honest as ever.Ming Xingcheng patted Ming Rui's head, and his tone returned to the gentleness he used to give to his eldest grandson.

"Even if it's sparring, it should be done in moderation. How can you strike so hard?"

Mingrui lowered his eyes, but still responded cautiously: "Dad has already shown mercy."

"It's not an opponent who hates you deeply, but your own son. How can you do this?" Ming Xingcheng moved his hand away from the hair that was a little darker than the third son-in-law's, and put down the clothes for Ming Rui, and then said , "Grandpa asked someone to take an X-ray for you to see if there is any problem with your ribs."