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

Chapter 141 What a Harmonious Family
Song Yingrui stood beside Liang Jincheng, and Huahua also rushed down from upstairs in a short while, rubbing against Liang Jincheng's feet.

From time to time, there are a few barking sounds.

Meng Keqing still stared at Liang Jincheng intently.

The first time she saw Liang Jincheng, she knew what was wrong with her.

I also know why Song Yixian likes such a seemingly ordinary woman.

She couldn't compare to that.

She looks alike to that woman.

That woman who once made Meng Keqing very jealous - Fang Wuyou.

Liang Jincheng felt the strange gaze from Meng Keqing, looking back, she happened to meet Meng Keqing's eyes.

"Dad." Song Yingrui called out crisply.

Let everyone look out the door.

The man was wearing a crisp suit with a bow tie on the collar, and his face was exquisite and picturesque.

Meng Keqing looked at Song Yixian with admiration and admiration in her eyes.

Meng Keqing once analyzed her feelings for Song Yixian to herself, starting from appearance, falling into talent, and being loyal to character... The closer she is, the farther he is from him, this kind of hopeless mood will always scratch her My little heart can't stop.

Suddenly, Song Yixian raised his eyes and met her.

The person I hadn't seen for a long time, couldn't hold back the throbbing in my heart at this moment, Meng Keqing called softly: "Second Brother Song..."

But the man in Meng Keqing's eyes went straight to another place.

Walking to Liang Jincheng's side, he took her bright red hands and blamed her a little fondly, "Why are your hands so cold?"

The heat from those big hands spread to her hands, which made her cold hands feel a bit of intuition.

In the kitchen, hands would touch cold water no matter what, Liang Jincheng said lightly: "It's okay, it's not cold."

"Next time, don't try to force yourself to cook."

It was the first time Meng Keqing heard such caring words from Song Yixian.

Liang Jincheng smiled and shook her head, "You know, I like to cook."

Song Yixian raised her hand and kissed her lips, "Although I also like to eat, I'm afraid you will be tired."

Meng Keqing watched the ordinary conversation between husband and wife, and she didn't know what it was like. Such warm and meticulous movements seemed a bit sour to Meng Keqing.

This was the man she had always been obsessed with, and he became someone else's husband after all.

Looking at the tears in Meng Keqing's eyes, how could the old lady not know what Meng Keqing was thinking.

Facing Song Yixian, he said coldly: "Okay, let's eat."

Liang Jincheng came back to her senses and said something in Song Yixian's ear: "Grandma asked me to have dinner with you today, I'm a little nervous."

The voice was so small that only Song Yixian could hear it.

"Don't be afraid, sit beside me." Song Yixian responded to her with the same volume.

The small gesture of whispering also caught Meng Keqing's eyes.

Mrs. Song pulled Meng Keqing, "Good girl, come and be by my side."

Hearing the voice, Meng Keqing forced a smile, "Okay, I'll sit by Grandma's side."

Everyone sat down, and Liang Jincheng sat between Song Yingrui and Song Yixian.

Meng Keqing sat beside the old lady.

Liu Ying and Song Yancheng wouldn't have appeared if it wasn't for a family dinner.

Song Beilang was arranging his luggage in the room, so he was a step late.

After everyone sat down in their seats, they started eating.

When Song Yingrui was eating happily, he would throw a few pieces of meat to Huahua, and Liang Jincheng would wipe Song Yingrui's mouth with a white handkerchief from time to time, like a mother.

Song Yixian helped Liang Jincheng pick up vegetables from time to time.

The husband takes care of his wife, the wife takes care of his son, and the son takes care of the dog... What a harmonious family.

Meng Keqing watched those two people's movements, her eyes were red, the old lady didn't say anything, she also helped Meng Keqing pick up vegetables, trying to find some other topics to talk about, trying to divert Meng Keqing's attention.

Song Beilang and Song Jingjing exchanged glances at the weird atmosphere at the table.

"Ms. Meng's family seems to be about to cry." Song Jingjing whispered.

Song Beilang nodded, "Actually, grandma is also a little angry."

Song Jingjing pouted, "That's not it, the second elder brother is always worried about the old lady, and he is not so considerate to sister Xiaocheng. This is clearly done on purpose for Miss Meng to see."

"That's good, otherwise how can I make Miss Meng give up."

Song Jingjing felt that Meng Keqing was so pitiful. Everyone in the Song family knew that Meng Keqing liked Song Yixian, but... Song Yixian only liked Liang Jincheng.

After dinner, everyone dispersed, Liang Jincheng brought Song Yingrui back to the room, turned around and came down to clean up the table.

But she didn't want Meng Keqing to be at the table, as if she was waiting for her.

"I'll help you."

Liang Jincheng was startled, then nodded with a smile, "Okay."

The two packed up the plates and sent them to the kitchen.

"Miss Meng, put the dinner plate aside, the weather is cold and the water is cold, let me wash it."

Meng Keqing didn't refuse, and placed the plate in her hand as Liang Jincheng said, watching Liang Jincheng put on plastic gloves, turn on the faucet, and start washing the dishes.

The water splashes danced on the delicate white blue and white plate, which was really beautiful.

"I heard Weiran talk about you." Meng Keqing said suddenly.

Liang Jincheng smiled slightly, "I've also heard Weiran talk about you, but I didn't expect to meet in such a situation."

"Then you should also know that I like Song Yixian."

The cleaning cotton in Liang Jincheng's hand was stained with dishwashing liquid, and the cleaning cotton drew circles on the dinner plate, and a series of white foam appeared immediately, "Well, I know."

"Then do you hate me?" Meng Keqing asked.

Liang Jincheng shook her head, "How could that be?"

"But I like your husband."

"It's your business that you like him. Specifically, it should be an uncontrollable emotion. There is nothing wrong with liking someone, so how can you say hate and blame things." Liang Jincheng's expression was flat.

Meng Keqing smiled, "I like it when you say that."

"Miss Meng is very cute, and I will find someone who cherishes you more."

"Well, since you have blessed me, I don't hate you." I have to say, as a rival in love, Meng Keqing really hated Liang Jincheng when she first saw her, but after several After exchanging words, she felt that Liang Jincheng didn't rely on Song Yixian to speak rudely, but instead praised her for being cute, her gentle and pleasant appearance, which really made her unable to hate her.

Looking at her familiar face, Meng Keqing hesitated to speak.

When he turned to go out, he turned around and looked at her again, "Jin Cheng, can I call you that?"

Liang Jincheng froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Of course."

"I can tell, Second Brother Song, I really love you."

Liang Jincheng's eyes were suffocated.

"I've never seen Second Brother Song take such meticulous care of any woman." Meng Keqing was worried that Liang Jincheng would not believe her, and she deliberately strengthened her tone, "Really, I have never seen him serve food for others. Not even Song Yingrui, an impatient person like him, is extra patient with you."

Liang Jincheng smiled, Meng Keqing in front of her was so innocent and kind that people couldn't help liking, "I know."

"I wish you all the best, really."

After saying this, Meng Keqing left.

The old lady had always wanted to ask Meng Keqing to stay overnight, but Meng Keqing flatly refused, and said: "At any rate, I liked Second Brother Song. If I stayed, it would not tarnish Second Brother Song's reputation. A man who loves his wife won't like me like this."

"Whether he likes it or not is his business. If you stay, just treat me as an old woman."

"No, the person I like so much, I don't want him to hate me because of this kind of thing. When it's time to go, I still have to go." This is a matter of principle, and the agreement is just to see who is Liang Jincheng , and leave as soon as the goal is achieved.

Meng Keqing said so, it's meaningless for the old lady to force her to stay, Song Yixian is already married, and the matter is done.

A young girl can be so sensible, what can she do as an elder, so the driver sent her back.

……

After Liang Jincheng cleaned up the kitchen, she sat in the living room with a grapefruit and tossed about.

Holding the peeled red pomelo, he went to the old lady's room before the old lady returned to the room, and left after putting down the fruit.

Coming out of the old lady's room, Song Yingrui jumped out, "Xiaocheng Xiaocheng, can you tell me a story tonight!"

"Then you have to take a shower first, lie on the bed clean, and then I will tell you a story."

"Okay."

Liang Jincheng was dragged to the room by Song Yingrui.

The little guy took off his clothes and pants consciously as soon as he entered the door, exposing his little arms and legs, and got into the bathtub with a plop.

The little man tossed twice by himself, and the whole bathtub was filled with colorful bubbles.

In the cold south, there is no floor heating, so I can only turn on the bathroom heater and the air conditioner. The temperature in the room is about the same. She took the towel to the bathroom, wrapped the little guy up, and threw it on the bed.

Song Yingrui was having fun, wrapping himself in a bath towel and bouncing on the bed, imitating mermaids, seals, and flowers...

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Wow, woof, woof!!!" Song Yingrui also yelled a few times.

Liang Jincheng skillfully found cartoon pajamas from the closet, and put them on for the little guy.

The pink big star suit is quite cute on Song Yingrui's body.

"Xiao Cheng, shall we still tell the story of the wolf coming tonight?"

Liang Jincheng thought for a while, "I won't tell the stories I've told. Let me think about it... Is there any interesting story? Do you have any stories you want to hear?"

Song Yingrui rolled around on the big bed, and said: "I want to know what it means to wait for a rabbit, to make up for it after a dead sheep, to hide one's ears and steal one's bell!"

"Don't you know the story here?"

"do not know."

"Then how do you know these idioms?"

"I heard from the children in the hospital that her parents told them this story. I asked my father to tell it to me, but he always ignored me. Xiaocheng, can you tell these stories?"

Song Yingrui looked at Liang Jincheng eagerly.

Liang Jincheng nodded, unconsciously blaming the irresponsible father, "Don't worry, let's start by waiting for the rabbit... The story in the idiom is that a farmer picked up a rabbit one day..."

(End of this chapter)