"Aoying, I'm fine, don't worry, I won't fall." Meng Zhao said while touching Aoying's dark hair.

He stood up now, and his height advantage immediately became apparent. Before, he had been sitting in a wheelchair, and he had to look up at Aoying every day.

Now Aoying stood in front of him, only to his shoulders.

His tall and straight figure made Aoying look even more petite and delicate, making people want to hold her in their arms and pamper her.

Qingying looked up at the man's strong jawline, and the worry on her face remained the same: "Young Master has gone through so much hardship, and his legs are getting better. You must not fall again, and you must be careful about everything."

Qingying felt that she didn't have much time to continue taking care of Meng Zhao. She hoped that during the time she stayed in the Meng family, she could take good care of him so that she could leave with peace of mind.

She didn't want him to make any more mistakes. Soon, Miss Zhao would come in, and Qingying felt that she couldn't stay in the Meng family.

Seeing him marry another woman, she felt sad. If she stayed in the Meng family and watched him and Miss Zhao being affectionate every day, she was afraid that she would not be able to bear the mental torture and would be driven crazy. It would be better to go far away, not see, love or hate, and feel more comfortable.

Although it was Mrs. Meng who forced her to leave, Qingying felt that this was a happy result for herself, Meng Zhao, and Miss Zhao.

Seeing Qingying was so worried about him, Meng Zhao was happy in his heart, but he was reluctant to let her worry too much.

He lowered his eyes to look at her and assured her: "Aoying, I will be careful in the future and never let myself get hurt. Not for anything else, but for you, I can't let myself become disabled again. Aoying, I want to give you a healthy husband who can protect you." Aoying

nodded, "Well, Aoying is waiting for the day when the eldest master recovers."

In the next three days, in order not to let Aoying worry, Meng Zhao walked slowly with Meng Wu's support during rehabilitation exercises.

After three days of rehabilitation exercises, Meng Zhao has walked very steadily. The doctor suggested that Meng Wu no longer needed to support Meng Zhao, and let him try walking with crutches.

With the permission of the doctor, Aoying dared to let Meng Zhao walk alone.

Even if there is no one to support Meng Zhao, he can walk steadily and safely on flat ground

with the help of crutches. It's just that his walking speed is not fast, and he needs the support of crutches.

Every time Meng Zhao does rehabilitation exercises, Qingying will stand not far in front, waiting for him to walk over slowly.

With Qingying waiting in front, Meng Zhao has a goal in mind. Even if his calves are sore, he did not stop and still walked towards her step by step.

Every time Meng Zhao reaches the finish line, he hugs Qingying.

He lowered his head and buried his head in her shoulders, and his tall and straight body nestled in her arms.

Meng Zhao is tall and naturally heavy. It is really difficult for Qingying's small body to fully support his tall body.

But for fear that Meng Zhao would fall, she still held his tall body firmly.

"Young Master, are you tired? Let's take a break." Qingying supported the man's body and said with some difficulty.

Meng Zhao didn't mean to deliberately suppress Qingying. He just liked the feeling of being tightly hugged by her, as if he was her whole world.

Meng Zhao raised his body a little, pressed Qingying, and unloaded most of the weight. He rubbed the girl's white neck affectionately and sighed: "Qingying, your body is soft, it's so comfortable to hold you."

Qingying's fair cheeks flushed. In broad daylight, how could the young master say such shameless nonsense?

She thought he was tired, so he lay on her shoulder to rest for a while.

Qingying raised her eyes and glanced at Meng Wu who was fifteen meters away, and said embarrassedly: "Young Master, why are you talking such nonsense? If Meng Wu sees it, he will laugh at you for being so frivolous!"

Meng Zhao didn't care, "I'm the master, why should I be afraid of him? If he dares to laugh at us, punish him to empty the night pot."

Meng Wu, who was not far away, turned his head away, looked at the scenery in the distance, pretending not to see the two people hugging each other intimately.

Meng Wu felt that he was too miserable. He was arranged to watch the eldest master's rehabilitation every day to prevent him from falling.

But the eldest master was as steady as an old horse, and he was not needed at all.

The purpose of his coming here was to watch the eldest master and his aunt being affectionate and flirting with each other every day, which really made him, a bachelor who had been single for twenty years, jealous.

Meng Wu thought that with the money he had saved, he might be able to marry a petite and pretty wife like his aunt.

When he got married, he would rub his head against her neck.

Meng Wu naturally didn't dare to laugh at Qingying and Meng Zhao. Meng Zhao wasn't afraid of being seen by Meng Wu, but he had to be more restrained in front of Meng Xun. Qingying

glanced at the man who was walking slowly towards her. She pushed Meng Zhao's chest and whispered, "Young Master, the Second Young Master is coming here. Let me go first. It would be so embarrassing if he saw us hugging each other outside the yard in broad daylight."