Chapter 1085 Don't cry, I don't know how to comfort you

Fang Minglang's words made Han Yingying feel a little relieved.

He really didn't seem to blame himself.

But she couldn't call him uncle after all. Instead, Fang Shuyu patted Fang Minglang's arm and said, "Kid, why are you dividing things among your elders in front of the little girl?"

Fang Minglang's lips turned pale. "We should be realistic. Isn't Shanshan her aunt? Then shouldn't I follow this generation to divide things?"

Fang Shuyu chuckled. "I think your wound doesn't hurt anymore, so you bully the little girl."

"Aunt, it's unfair."

Fang Shuyu turned to look at Han Yingying and waved to her. "Yingying, now that you're here, don't be restrained. Come and sit down."

Han Yingying stepped over and took a closer look at Fang Minglang's lower abdomen. "How is the wound?"

"It's OK, it's my first experience in life, and it feels good. But this kind of experience, just once is enough, there is no need for a next time," Fang Minglang nodded and smiled at her.

Han Yingying: ...

She asked if the wound still hurts, who asked him if the experience was good, this is always the problem, he should never experience it again, okay?

It's too scary.

"By the way, how is Zhou Junxiong? Is there any follow-up after he was sent to the Public Security Bureau?"

"My fifth uncle went to the Public Security Bureau today to deal with this matter. My grandfather also called them. This matter will not be easily covered up."

Fang Shuyu frowned: "It can't be covered up so easily. How dare such a young guy do such a thing? No matter the bad things he did to you or the harm to Minglang, he is dead in it."

Han Yingying thought of the disgusting scene of being pressed to the ground by Zhou Junxiong yesterday in her mind, and her brows frowned unconsciously.

Fang Minglang noticed her discomfort and took the initiative to change the subject: "By the way, why didn't you go to school today?"

Han Yingying said softly: "I... don't feel well, so I asked for leave."

"Not feeling well? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Have you registered to see a doctor?"

Han Yingying shook her head: "It's nothing, I just feel a little..."

"What a coincidence. I'm a cardiologist. Come and sit down. I'll take your pulse."

Han Yingying was embarrassed for a moment. "It's not my heart. It's... I feel a little uncomfortable, so I asked for leave."

Fang Shuyu looked at her straightforward and silly nephew and couldn't help laughing. "You are sick yourself, why are you taking Yingying's pulse? Just eat your meal." Speaking of this

, Han Yingying immediately handed over the thermos in her hand: "Grandma Fang, this is the ginseng chicken soup made by my aunt. Do you want it..."

"Okay, okay," Fang Shuyu said, "Wait until Minglang finishes this bowl, then give him another bowl."

"Aunt, you are feeding the pigs. I can't drink so much." The bowl of soup that his aunt brought was specially made by Mingzhu. After drinking it, his energy and spirit returned a lot. Otherwise, how could he recover his strength today after just having such a serious operation yesterday?

But his aunt had already given him two bowls, and he really couldn't drink anymore.

"How can a grown man..." Before he could finish his words, there was another knock on the door.

Fang Shuyu said please come in, and the three of them turned around and saw the old man of the Han family and Han Yingying's parents coming together.

Fang Shuyu hurriedly got up and went to greet the old man Han. After the old man Han greeted her, he went to say many words of thanks to Fang Minglang.

Han Changhai was holding a lot of gifts in his hands, and he was just about to go over and kowtow to Fang Minglang.

Even Sun Junlan, who always liked to put on airs in front of others, was much more docile today, especially when she saw that Fang Minglang was so handsome, had such a good family background, and was such a kind person, she became even more docile.

If Jiang Shan was here, and saw her smiling at people with a kind face, he would have to say something to her.

The Han family thanked him for a long time, and Fang Minglang's mouth was a little tired from smiling. Seeing his fatigue, Fang Shuyu said to them, "My dear relatives, we are all relatives. It is his duty to help Yingying. You don't have to be so polite. He just finished breakfast and needs to rest. Otherwise, you can go to my grandfather's place first and we can get together at noon..."

Grandpa Han waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, it's not appropriate now. Let's wait for Minglang to come." When he is discharged from the hospital, come to my house. We have to set up a table to thank him. You all can come then."

Fang Shuyu nodded and smiled: "Okay, then we won't be polite to you. We'll see you then."

As she was talking, she was about to send a few people back, but Han Yingying asked softly: "Grandma Fang, can I stay here? I want to take care of Fang Minglang here."

Han Changhai nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, yes, you should, Yingying, you stay, If Minglang needs anything, you can ask Yingying to do it.

Fang Shuyu wanted to refuse at first, but Han Yingying immediately assured her: "I won't disturb Fang Minglang's rest. When you go back to cook for him at noon, I'll help him here, okay?"

Fang Shuyu thought about it and agreed, so she sent Old Man Han and the other three downstairs.

Only Fang Minglang and Han Yingying were left in the ward.

Fang Minglang breathed a sigh of relief: "Your family is really warm-hearted."

Han Yingying pursed her lips: "My grandfather has always been like this, but my father and mother are not particularly warm-hearted people. My father is a business-minded person, and he thinks about how to do business and make money all day long. My mother... has many problems, her eyes are in the sky, and she looks down on everyone."

"I didn't see that."

"Because your family is well-off, she has always been kind to people who are better off than herself."

Fang Minglang smiled: "Why do you still say that about your mother?"

"I'm telling the truth. If you have a chance to get along with each other, you will know." As

she said, her eyes fell on Fang Minglang's wound again: "Does it hurt?"

"If I said it didn't hurt, I would definitely be lying to you, but it's okay."

Han Yingying's eyes were red: "I'm sorry, if I had been more alert, I wouldn't have been followed."

"Forget the victim-blaming theory. The bad guy is hiding in the dark. Who knows when he will show up? The one who is wrong is Zhou Junxiong, not you."

"But if it weren't for me..."

"I would have done the same thing even if it was someone else yesterday, so you don't have to feel guilty. I won't blame you, and no one in my family will blame you at all. You just need to adjust your mood and not be affected by the bad things that happened yesterday, okay?"

Fang Minglang's voice was so gentle that Han Yingying, who had been holding back her guilt for a long time after entering the room, finally burst out. She stood by the bed, grabbed the hem of her clothes, and lowered her head and cried. Fang Minglang was stunned

, raised his hand and pinched his brow: "That... Yingying, don't cry, I'm most afraid of girls crying, I don't know how to comfort people."