The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

"What are you looking at?" Meng Ying caught his sight and looked down at herself.

She frowned and said, "Mu Yuansheng, you are really good. Talking to me, you are wandering."

Mu Yuansheng was a bit embarrassed as a student who was not seriously caught by the teacher in class.

He forced himself to look away, and secretly took a few deep breaths to soothe his impetuous heart and the brave ‘brother’.

Now, I can't sleep here.

He was afraid of meeting stitches.

Get up and get out of bed, "You go to bed quickly, I'll go next door."

Staying here for a while longer will only double his suffering.

"Should you not go to the bathroom?" Meng Ying teased, looking at the back of his escape.

Mu Yuansheng closed the door and took another deep breath.

He lowered his eyes and glanced down, unable to vomit.

After all, this is his own.

Fortunately, every room has a bathroom. He rushed into the bathroom and stayed in it for an hour before coming out.

…

Yao Zheng got up early in the morning to make pig liver porridge for Meng Ying.

Seeing her coming downstairs, Yao Zheng walked over and took her hand.

When she opened her sleeves and saw the bandage on her wrist, her eyes suddenly turned red.

She pursed her lips and looked at Meng Ying with tears in her eyes, feeling distressed.

"What's the matter?" Meng Ying smiled and wiped tears from the corners of her eyes, "Who messed with you early in the morning?"

Yao Zheng swallowed hard, "You stupid boy...does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Meng Ying also pressed the place of the bandage. "Look, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Don't press it!" Yao Zheng was too anxious. "Bleeding for a while."

"Really all right." Meng Ying patted her shoulder, "I'm fine."

Yao Zheng heard what Meng Shaofeng said, and she almost couldn't get back at that time. It was Meng Ying who cut open her wrist without saying a word to detoxify her body with blood.

Even though they are curious about why Meng Ying's blood has such an effect, it is Meng Ying that makes them feel distressed.

"Sit down first, and Mom will serve you porridge." Yao Zheng wiped the corners of his eyes, patted her shoulder, and went to the kitchen.

Meng Ying sat down.

Yao Zheng served her a bowl of pork liver porridge, "Pig liver nourishes blood."

"Thank you mom." Meng Ying held a bowl of porridge.

Yao Zheng looked at her like that.

"Mom, don't look at me like that." Meng Ying was embarrassed by her.

Yao Zheng smiled and said, "My daughter looks good, why don't you watch it?"

Meng Ying quipped: "So you are so narcissistic too."

"My daughter looks good. This is a fact, not narcissism." Yao Zheng said, narcissistically fluffing her hair, "because her mother is also beautiful."

Meng Yingle was over.

They knew in their hearts that no one was related to anyone, but no one would say it.

That's it, it's good.

…

Meng Ying was forced to stay at home for a few more days, and Mu Yuansheng went out with a rare chance.

Since that night, Mu Yuansheng dared not ask for trouble anymore.

In the evening, Mu Yuansheng returned.

He went straight into Meng Ying's room and closed the door.

Meng Ying is preparing to breastfeed her child. Generally, no one will come in her room. She glanced at him lightly, and calmly picked up her clothes and unbuttoned the bra.

When Mu Yuansheng saw this, there was no place to rest his eyes.

It wasn't until the little guy sucked to the source of the grain that he slowly returned his gaze.

"What's the matter?" Meng Ying asked.

"Yan Ying and Yan Yingshan are brothers and sisters." Mu Yuansheng stood in front of her, and from his point of view, she could see the white snow. The little guy was sucking hard and enjoying himself, and his mouth would make noises from time to time.

The most hateful thing is that his little hands are still covering the grain warehouse, squeezing it from time to time.

Mu Yuansheng's hands are also a little itchy.