Chapter 1149 Wanting to Steal His Son's Ration

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

She frowned, "Mu Yuansheng, you're really good. You lost your mind while talking to me."

Mu Yuansheng was like a student who was caught by the teacher for not being serious in class, he was a little embarrassed.

He forced himself to look away, and secretly took a few deep breaths to soothe his restless heart and the flamboyant 'brother'.

Now, it is impossible to sleep here.

He was afraid of meeting every stitch.

Get up and get out of bed, "Hurry up and sleep, I'll go to the next door."

If he stayed here for a while longer, his suffering would only double.

"Shouldn't you go to the bathroom?" Meng Ying looked at his running back and teased.

Mu Yuansheng closed the door and took another deep breath.

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

After all, it's his own.

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

...

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

Seeing her going downstairs, Yao Zheng hurried over and took her hand.

When she opened her sleeves and saw the bandaged place on her wrist, her eyes turned red.

She pursed her lips and looked at Meng Ying tearfully, feeling distressed.

"What's wrong?" Meng Ying wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a smile, "It's so early in the morning, who messed with you?"

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

"It doesn't hurt." Meng Ying also pressed the bandaged area, "Look, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Stop pressing it!" Yao Zheng was in a hurry, "It will bleed in a while."

"It's really fine." Meng Ying patted her on the shoulder, "I'm fine."

Yao Zheng heard what Meng Shaofeng said, and she was almost overwhelmed at the time. It was Meng Ying who cut her wrist without saying a word, and detoxified her body with blood.

Even though they were curious about why Meng Ying's blood had such an effect, it was Meng Ying who made them feel even more distressed.

"You sit down first, mom will serve you porridge." Yao Zheng wiped the corners of her eyes, patted her on the shoulder, and went to the kitchen.

Meng Ying sat down.

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

"Thank you, Mom." Meng Ying drank the porridge with a bowl in her hands.

Yao Zheng just 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 is pretty, why don't you see her?"

Meng Ying joked: "So you are so narcissistic."

"My daughter is good-looking. This is a fact, not narcissism." Yao Zheng brushed her hair narcissistically as she spoke, "Because her mother is also beautiful."

Meng Ying was happy.

They all know in their hearts that no one is related to anyone by blood, but no one will say it out.

That's it, pretty good.

...

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

Since that night, Mu Yuansheng didn't dare to ask for trouble again.

In the evening, Mu Yuansheng came back.

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

Meng Ying was preparing to breastfeed her child. Usually no one would come into her room. She glanced at him lightly, then calmly lifted her clothes and unbuttoned her bra.

Seeing this, Mu Yuansheng had nowhere to rest his eyes.

It wasn't until the little guy sucked the source of food that he slowly turned his gaze back.

"What's wrong?" Meng Ying asked.

"Yan Ying and Yan Yingshan are brothers and sisters." Mu Yuansheng stood in front of her, and he could see the whiteness from his angle. The little guy was sucking hard, looking like he was enjoying himself, and made some noise from time to time.

The most disgusting thing is that his little hands are still covering the grain warehouse, pinching them from time to time.

Mu Yuansheng's hands were also a little itchy.