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

Chapter 134 Give Grandma a Great-Grandson

Liang Jincheng cleaned up the dishes, remembering how she lived in Shen's house before.

Yan Qingqiu was many times worse than the old lady, but Shen Chen never said a good word for her.

And Song Yixian unconditionally chose to stand by her side.

As for the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, the so-called contradiction is actually the attitude of the man in the middle.

"It seems that I have to install a locator on you, otherwise I don't know how to find you."

A thick bass sounded from behind, and a pair of long arms appeared around her slender waist, surrounding her.

She smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, knowing who it was, but her hands were greasy, and she didn't touch him.

"Don't hug me, I have to clean up the table."

Song Yixian didn't want to let go, and after not seeing each other for a few hours, he felt like he was a newlywed, "Put down the things and let the servants clean up. You come back to the room with me now."

He is just so domineering.

Liang Jincheng shyly tried to push away the dog-skin plaster on her body, "I'll be your housekeeper, and I'm your servant. Aunt Wu ordered me to clean up the table. If you tell me not to do it, leave it to me." Others, other people will have ideas, I just came, how dare I go back to the room with you, don't make me a target of public criticism."

Song Yixian didn't care, "You are Mrs. Song, not a nurse, let alone a servant."

"Your grandma doesn't like me, I have to try to make him like me."

"Don't worry about her, as long as I like you, you are my wife and her."

Song Yixian can do whatever she wants, but she can't.

"Then I will also be her daughter-in-law. The contract expires in three months. What if the old lady drives me away?"

Song Yixian chuckled, "It's not a big deal. If she didn't insist on bringing you back, I wish you could live outside and live in Jianju with me. It would be more convenient and convenient."

Those few days of peace and stability, let alone how comfortable it was.

Every night, the fragrance is as soft as jade in my arms, and I can do whatever I want.

Rubbing her, pinching her, kissing her and hugging her made her unable to resist, no one would answer her even if she yelled out loud, it was quite a joy to Song Yixian.

Happy like a fairy.

It's just that Liang Jincheng didn't have the same enjoyment as Song Yixian.

"It's fine, I still think my family is pretty good, at least the work and rest time is normal, so you don't have to turn it upside down day and night."

Liang Jincheng insisted on tidying up the table and not going back to the room with Song Yixian. Song Yixian had no choice but to accompany her.

But after only being with her for a short while, the old lady came with an ivory cane.

This is already the third ivory crutch this month. It is white and hard, and it was cut from a good African bull elephant, so it is not easy to break.

"Just stand here and watch others clean up the table after dinner?"

The old lady was just angry, angry that the useless grandson always talked back to herself.

Liang Jincheng pursed her lips, and quietly cleaned up the table.

Song Yixian ignored the old lady, but noticed the injury on Liang Jincheng's hand, "How did you get the injury on your hand?"

Regardless of Liang Jincheng's oil stains, he grabbed her with his big hands.

There are fine and small scratches on the slender fingers.

Liang Jincheng suddenly felt a serious chill from the old lady. Knowing that the old lady was looking at her, she quickly pulled out her hand and said, "I'm fine. Go back to your room and have a rest early."

She urged Song Yixian to leave.

Song Yixian refused to leave.

The old lady tapped the ground several times with her ivory cane, her teeth chattering in anger.

Song Yixian didn't respond positively to her words, and was still flirting with that little goblin.

She didn't take her grandma seriously at all.

pissed off, pissed off...

"No, such pretty hands are not for this kind of rough work." Song Yixian insisted, and took away the bowls and chopsticks from her hands.

The next step is to hug Princess Liang Jincheng.

"Song Yixian, put me down quickly." Liang Jincheng was startled and said in horror.

Now the old lady was about to vomit blood angrily.

Song Yixian then said to the old lady Song who was standing over there: "Jincheng is injured and is not suitable for doing these things. Let Aunt Wu take care of it."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the old lady's blushing face, she hugged Liang Jincheng and entered her room.

Song Yixian's room... This was Liang Jincheng's first visit.

This is where he has always lived.

The decoration is simple and elegant, simple and elegant, the walls are all white, and there are two antique oil paintings hanging on them.

The European-style bed is placed in the innermost room. There is an independent bathroom and balcony in the room, facing south.

He firmly carried Liang Jincheng into the room, poured a basin of warm water to soak her feet first, and the cold feet warmed up immediately in the warm water.

"The shoes are wet, and I don't know how to change them. If I don't take you into the house, your feet will freeze into ice cubes."

Song Yixian got up again and went to the bathroom, fetched another basin of water for her to wash her hands, and brought a little hand sanitizer.

The big hand held the hand sanitizer and rubbed her small hand.

It's like helping a child wash their hands.

But Song Yingrui had never received such good treatment.

The thin calluses on the tips of the big fingers rubbed her delicate skin, and warmth welled up in her heart.

"If you hug me in like this, you should make the old lady angry again."

"If grandma is angry, just be angry. I can't let my wife be wronged."

His hoarse voice was exceptionally pleasant.

Liang Jincheng sighed softly, "If you make her angry, she will pour her anger on me."

It is difficult to have a bright future.

"Grandma has always been tough and soft. The more you obey her, the more she bullies you. Now I just want her to know that you are the one in my heart, and no one can move you."

Touching Liang Jincheng is equivalent to touching the flesh in Song Yixian's heart.

After washing her hands, Song Yixian took the medicine kit, rubbed alcohol on her fingers to disinfect them, and then carefully wrapped them with bandages.

"The old lady likes to eat shrimp. I ate a lot of shrimp tonight. Ying Rui likes to drink lotus root pork rib soup. The hoof flower you made melts in your mouth. I like it too."

While bandaging her hand, he talked about the situation of the dinner.

"So... you know all about it?"

"Mother He told me that, and she also specially told Ying Rui that you made the lotus root pork ribs soup. Ying Rui was very happy."

"The little guy has been thinking about what he wanted to eat before, and it took so long to eat it."

"It's the same with me. I've always thought about you and wanted to eat you, but it's only now that I put him on my bed."

Besides himself, Song Yingrui has slept in this big bed, and he once thought that a woman would lie on it.

Even Fang Wuyou, his deceased wife, never slept with him.

Fang Wuyou is a good woman, and she always owes her something.

Liang Jincheng's face suddenly turned red.

Seeing her blushing, Song Yixian smiled knowingly, and leaned over to kiss her.

"You, don't be like this, I want to go back and rest by myself."

"If you go back, I can only go there with you, I can't sleep alone."

He is definitely acting like a baby.

A big man acted like a baby in front of her...

"You're not a child, so don't torment me. I'm already very tired after cooking a table during the day, and I really don't have time to accompany you." Liang Jincheng said the truth.

"I was the one who was fierce during the day, but I promise to be gentle at night."

A soft love story, the heart of the listener is swaying.

The big hand was inserted between her fingers, and the fingers were clasped tightly.

……

The old lady stomped her feet angrily in her room.

Listening to the voice, Song Beilang came to the old lady's room by himself.

Looking at a few more antiques broken in the room, I feel a little distressed.

I am determined to put some fakes in the old lady's room next time, so that the loss will be less.

"What are you doing here, you brat?"

Song Beilang smiled slightly, "Grandma is angry, second brother can ignore it, but I can't, I came to see grandma."

"Hmph, you're here to say goodbye to me, aren't you?"

"I'm leaving on Monday, I can't bear grandma."

"It's just a few months, and it's not life and death. Don't be hypocritical. If you have something to say, talk and fart quickly."

The old lady is such a shrewd person, she still didn't know that Song Beilang was found by something.

Song Beilang coughed lightly, "Grandma, I said yes, don't be angry."

"One or two want me to die, are you afraid that I will be angry?"

"Grandma's words are too serious. We definitely hope that grandma will live a long and happy life like Donghai."

The old lady was very impatient, "Okay, I promised her in Zhuzhi two years ago, if I can heal your legs, I will marry her, and if you don't want to marry, don't tell me. Tell her yourself, or don’t go abroad if you can, and don’t treat your legs.”

"If my leg doesn't get treated, it won't be easy for my grandma to have a great-grandson."

"Do you know what a wonderful little girl Zhuzhi is? Why don't you like her? She is different from those coquettish sluts outside. She is a lady from a famous family, generous and decent, and she is also a passionate type. I like it very much." The old lady asked.

Song Beilang rubbed his nose and said, "Meng Keqing has always liked my second brother, and you always like her too, but my brother doesn't like Miss Meng, but he likes Jincheng. I am the same as my second brother. I like her People who don’t like Zhuzhi.”

"Ok?"

"I decided to marry her and go home after I healed my legs."

"Which family's lady?"

"Of course it's a noble family. Grandma, you've seen her before, and you like her the most." Song Beilang smiled.

Mrs. Song let out a "huh".

Song Beilang left, and Song Jingjing was waiting at the door of the old lady.

Seeing Song Beilang, he immediately became beaming.

"Third brother, let me push you to the room."

Song Beilang looked at Song Jingjing dotingly, and responded, "Okay."

This small move was noticed by Liu Ying who was standing not far away.

Behind Song Jingjing and Song Beilang, Liu Ying followed.

Watch every move of those two people.

Passing a corner staircase, Liu Ying saw Song Jingjing sitting on Song Beilang's lap.

The two are kissing...

Liu Ying's heart skipped a beat, she quickly took out her phone and took a picture of what she saw.

(End of this chapter)