Sheng Chong's second marriage, Mr. Song is lucky to be pregnant

Chapter 121 I haven't seen you for a few days, do you miss me?

Beautiful night.

Liang Jincheng woke up clutching her sore waist, looked at the man sleeping peacefully beside her, and widened her eyes in horror.

What exactly happened yesterday is already completely unknown.

But fortunately, the man beside him...is Song Yixian.

Instead of sinking.

Looking back on what happened before last night, Liang Jincheng's stomach convulsed.

Uncomfortable brain groggy.

But even though she was afraid of that kind of thing, her body still had the joyful memories from yesterday.

Song Yixian brought it to her.

Looking around with affectionate beautiful eyes, the mess on the bed had already made her aware of how ridiculous last night was.

"Little Orange." The hoarse voice started, and Song Yixian's big bracelet was on her soft waist, his eyes blurred.

With a handsome face and a lazy look, he is as noble as an emperor.

"You...you're awake..." She blushed, and when she spoke, she realized that her throat was as dry as a fire.

Sore throat, shouted last night.

My back hurts too...

Song Yixian did it.

"Hmm..." Song Yixian groaned, and the hand around her waist suddenly tightened, making her stick to his body, "Are you tired, why don't you sleep on your waist for a while?"

Song Yixian asked, her eyes were full of pampering.

Liang Jincheng lowered her head and pursed her lips. A woman who has experienced human affairs shouldn't be so hypocritical, but she still folded her arms around her chest, keeping an elbow distance from Song Yixian.

"No... no need, I remembered..." She spoke intermittently, not knowing why she was shy.

She wanted to ask about what happened last night, but she didn't know how to ask.

Seeing her tangled eyebrows, Song Yixian said: "I showed up at a critical moment, so...it's okay."

What Song Yixian said was fine, it should be what Liang Jincheng was worried about.

He said she was fine, so she must be fine.

"Can you tell me, what happened during the dozens of hours when you weren't with me?"

Liang Jincheng pursed her lips slightly, and nodded slightly.

Concisely stated the matter from the beginning.

There is no concealment and cover-up.

But also avoid details that would make her blush.

Shen Chen kissed her and hugged her, but he didn't make it to the last step.

But Liu Susu didn't remember anything after she gave her something to eat.

"You have been drugged." Song Yixian said lightly, a light flashed in Liuli's eyes.

Liang Jincheng froze for a moment after hearing the explanation, and then remembered the scene where Song Yixian was also drugged.

She was drugged and even lost consciousness, but that day Song Yixian stubbornly avoided Shen Xiaoya's entanglement and found her.

His face was red again, and he no longer wanted to discuss yesterday's matter with Song Yixian.

She pushed the man away and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash her sticky body, but when she rolled over and got out of bed, she felt that her body was limp and powerless.

She just remembered that in the past two days, not a grain of rice has been eaten.

Song Yixian didn't ask any more questions, followed her wishes, picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.

Put people in the bathtub.

With a few times of experience, he became more proficient in cleaning her.

And facing Liang Jincheng in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, the blushing self inside was her biggest enemy.

shy.

When Song Yixian carried her out again, he put a bathrobe on her.

A men's bathrobe that originally belonged to Song Yixian.

It's wide and big, and it doesn't fit well.

Song Yixian took a towel and wiped her hair again.

But the towel can't dry the hair.

He got a hair dryer from nowhere and dried her hair again.

The movements are very gentle, gently on her head, like a massage.

The slightly curly black hair slipped through his fingertips, and the thin hair was quite smooth.

It fell on her tender neck, which was beautiful.

After the hair was dried, he combed her hair with a comb again, one stroke at a time, gently.

"You take a rest, but don't fall asleep, I'll get you something to eat, and you go to sleep after eating." Song Yixian rubbed her head.

Liang Jincheng looked up at him, and asked back, "You...don't you know how to cook?"

"No, it's okay to do something simple."

After speaking, Song Yixian walked out, and after about 15 minutes, he came in with a bowl of porridge.

Also with white sugar.

"Actually, there are noodles, but I really don't know how to make them, so I made this."

To cook porridge, that is to pour the rice into a pot, and add some water.

The steps are simple.

Without vegetables, we had to eat sweet porridge.

Liang Jincheng curled the corners of her mouth, thinking that Song Yixian like this was very cute.

The porridge was fed by Song Yixian, and every time he fed it, he would first taste the temperature on the spoon.

Don't burn your mouth, just give it to her.

Compared with Song Yixian's tenderness and consideration for Liang Jincheng, Song Yingrui seems to have grown up being abused.

……

"Ah!" A big sneeze came out of the little guy's nose.

"Wow woof woof...

Huahua heard Song Yingrui's voice and barked a few times.

Song Zhi wiped his nose with toilet paper in disgust, "You must have offended someone, someone is scolding you."

Song Yingrui glanced at his little aunt, and said, "Actually, someone misses me, and this person must be Xiaocheng."

Thinking of Xiaocheng, Song Yingrui sighed, "Hey, I haven't seen Xiaocheng for a long time."

He stretched out his little hand sadly, and touched Huahua's head.

He was in the hospital before and couldn't keep a puppy, and Song Yixian didn't open the back door for him, so he had to feed Huahua when he had nothing to do.

Now that he's gone home, he didn't tell Song Yixian that he wanted to keep a dog, so he brought the dog back.

Song Jingjing saw that the dog liked it very much and had no objection, so she brought it back together.

Song Jingjing also touched Huahua's dog's head, and said to Song Yingrui, "Why didn't I see it, didn't I see it a few days ago."

"Little aunt, you don't understand. It's only been a few days since I haven't seen you in a day, and I really want to miss you." The little guy looked melancholy at the passing scenery outside the car window.

"Day after day, year after year, why am I still so small?" The little guy really wanted to grow up.

How could Song Jingjing not understand the meaning of seeing each other every day like three autumns? During the several years abroad, she thought about her family, her family members, and her third brother all the time.

The former Song Jingjing was the same as Song Yingrui, wishing he could grow up quickly.

But now I don't want to grow up anymore.

She used to want to grow up quickly so that she could marry third brother and drive away other women.

But now, she found that she could not marry the third brother, and she was afraid that when she grew up, she was afraid that she would marry someone else, and she was also afraid that the third brother would marry another woman.

Although it is still stable now, how long can this relationship last.

Song Yingrui was very depressed.

Song Jingjing was also very melancholy.

A four-year-old and a .

But the melancholy is nothing more than that little thing about men and women.

Huahua whimpered twice, as if affected by the emotions of the two of them, her eyes also became sad, and she looked at the scenery outside the window.

The autumn wind outside blows and blows, and the trees shake and shake.

Boys and girls and a dog each have their own concerns.

……

Back at home, the old lady in poor health was waiting at the door with a newly customized ivory cane.

At the same time, Liu Ying, Liu Susu, Song Yancheng, and Song Beilang in a wheelchair were also at the door.

The whole family is there, except Song Yixian.

Song Yingrui was also in the wheelchair, and Song Jingjing pushed it.

As soon as the old lady saw Song Yingrui's fleshy body, she hurried forward and took a few steps.

She loves her great-grandson the most.

The whole family knows.

Seeing Grandma, Song Yingrui swept away the previous smog, raised her face high, and sweetly called out to the old man with gray temples, "Grandma."

"Ouch, my little grandson."

If the old lady hadn't been in poor health, she would have wished to take care of her little grandson herself instead of Mama He.

"Little aunt, hurry up, don't you see grandma misses me, hurry up, I want grandma to touch my little fleshy face, she likes rubbing me the most."

Song Jingjing curled her lips, tapped the little guy's head, then walked forward quickly, and handed the old lady's precious great-grandson in front of her.

"Ouch, my little one, but you miss me so much."

With that said, the old lady rubbed Song Yingrui's chubby face with both hands.

After a couple of weeks of recuperation, this little face has grown a lot.

"Grandma, you see I've lost weight. My father abused me when he was in the hospital. He didn't give me food or drink. He even robbed me of all my pocket money. It made me mad."

The first thing Song Yingrui did when he came home, as Song Jingjing expected, was to complain to Grandma.

It's just that the old lady was suspected of covering up Song Yixian, she said with a smile, "I'm thin, but I look good when I'm thin, look at your grandpa's big belly, what's the difference between him and an old man."

Song Yancheng frowned, a little unhappy, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

Liu Ying joked, "It's not that you lost weight. Your son and grandson are more handsome than the other. You can't lag behind. If you have time in the evening, you still have to go to the gym with me to exercise more."

Liu Ying has always been a woman who can talk.

Very shrewd.

Ever since Liu Susu knew her identity, she had no feelings for this family and stood aside without saying a word.

Song Yancheng nodded, "Yes, yes, I will go with you when I have time."

"I will go to the gym more in the future, so I won't gain weight." Song Yingrui yelled, the old lady was so happy.

Song Jingjing looked at the happy family and sent Song Yingrui to the old lady's hands. Then she stood beside Song Beilang silently, holding both hands on the push handles of the wheelchair.

Then, the handsome man with his head bowed in the wheelchair asked softly, "Third brother, I haven't seen you for a few days, do you miss me?"

Like everyone else, Song Beilang's clear eyes were on Song Yingrui over there, but his big hand was covering the handle, just holding Song Jingjing's little hand.

A warm, warm temperature came from the back of the hand, and it spread all the way to the bottom of my heart.

Song Jingjing secretly rejoiced, and did not see the light shining in Liu Ying's eyes not far away.

(End of this chapter)