Chapter 234 I Am a Bad Kid

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

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

"A-aunt, An-an, I-I didn't mean it."

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

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

The young Ji Huaimo had a faint sense of world-weariness in his voice.

Yun Qinghuan admitted that she has some control over her appearance, so when she saw this expression on the face of this extremely cute bun, her 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, and it went away with a lightning speed. Pulling his clothes.

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

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

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

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.

The criss-crossing lines are the marks of being beaten with a whip.

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 or not, "Auntie, An'an, you, don't look at it, it's too ugly!"

Yun Qinghuan's voice trembled, "Who hit me?"

Ji Xingjun seemed to have a gentle temper, and he loved his son very much and didn't look like he would hit him at all.

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

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

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."

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

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

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.

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

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

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

Moreover, 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 harshly when he was sick.

It's just that Ji Huaimo grew up in such a moody environment, and his character became a little timid, silent, sensitive and suspicious.

This is not a good sign.

Yun Qinghuan stepped forward and gently held Ji Huaimo in his arms, "Good boy."

She asked An An to bring over the medical bag from home. These were some daily medicines that Yun Qinghuan bought. She also prepared some medicines for colds, fevers, bruises, etc., in case of emergency.

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

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?"

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.

He lowered his head and turned his back to Yun Qinghuan, not daring to raise his eyes. He only said a soft "hmm" and agreed to her applying medicine to him.

Yun Qinghuan saw An An looking here with burning eyes. He was afraid that Ji Huaimo would be uncomfortable, so he winked at him and asked him to do his own thing.

An An was a considerate child, so he understood what she meant, paused, and walked into the house.

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

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

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

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.

Yun Qinghuan couldn't help but want to laugh, but she suppressed her laughter, fearing that the child would run away shyly and refuse to apply the medicine.

She had sharp eyes and naturally saw that he also had injuries on his legs. The child was a little uncomfortable walking.

But knowing that he was embarrassed, she didn't let him take off his pants, but asked him to sit on a bench and roll up his trouser legs to reveal his white and tender legs. Sure enough, there were injuries on them.

After treating the child's wounds, almost an hour had passed.

Yun Qinghuan bent down for a long time, and she almost fell down when she stood up suddenly.

Ji Huaimo quickly helped her, "Auntie?"

His tone was worried.

Yun Qinghuan smiled, "It's okay, don't worry, I just did one action for too long, and my legs are a little numb, it will be fine in a while."

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

He didn't even take medicine, which shouldn't be the case.

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

Usually, he didn't let his father bathe him. He didn't sleep with his parents. He also wore a long-sleeved gown, which covered him tightly so that no one could see him.

Mom and Dad often quarreled. If his dad saw him injured like this, he would probably divorce his mother.

He didn't want his parents to divorce.

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