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

Chapter 142 Shen Shen asked me to be too delicate

In the end, Liang Jincheng didn't even finish a story about waiting for a rabbit, and Song Yingrui fell asleep.

Liang Jincheng yawned, covered Song Yingrui with a quilt, and left the room for Mother He to come in to take care of her.

Originally wanted to go back to the room, but when she turned around, she fell into a warm embrace.

The man's fragrance entered his nostrils, and Liang Jincheng's face turned red.

"Is he asleep?" Song Yixian asked softly.

Liang Jincheng nodded, "Well, I'm asleep."

"It's been a busy day, so you're tired."

"Fortunately."

The daily concerns and conversations always felt warm to Liang Jincheng.

During this period of time, although old lady Song made troubles, but in this family, this man has always stood by her side and defended her.

Thinking of Meng Keqing's words when she left, she smiled sweetly, "You work all day, you should be the one who is tired."

It was rare to hear Liang Jincheng's concern, the man's brows relaxed, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, "Thinking of you waiting for me at home, I'm not tired at all."

Liang Jincheng smiled lowly, "I thought you were a cold and ruthless person, but I tricked you into being more careful with me than anyone else."

Song Yixian smiled: "For my wife, that's for sure."

As she said that, the man's kiss had already reached her face.

After a quick kiss, before Liang Jincheng had time to react, a man reached under her knees and hugged Liang Jincheng horizontally.

"Go back to the room, I'll give you a massage."

"you……"

……

It was already two o'clock in the morning when someone's struggle ended.

The man used his strong arms to gently put Liang Jincheng, who had become limp into water, into the bathtub.

His big hand brushed over the bruises on her body, as if he was looking at the result of his battle just now.

When she was more comfortable, he fished her out of the bathtub.

"How does it feel to live here during this time?"

Liang Jincheng nestled between his necks, feeling the tenderness just now.

There seems to be that kind of attraction between men and women, the attraction that just wants to cling to each other, and the feeling of warmth passing each other is quite good.

Especially when she provokes him coldly, holding him is like a warming stove.

"Very good." She responded lightly.

Song Yixian said in a hoarse voice, "I want to move out, it's just the two of us."

"Why?" She didn't change her tone much, because she was too tired, and responding to his words was just a conditioned reflex of her brain.

"I want to live a two-person world with you."

"What about Ying Rui? He's so young, he can't live without his parents."

"Hmm..." Song Yixian groaned, "You don't need your parents to be together every day, just once a week is enough."

The heavy drowsiness made Liang Jincheng unable to open his eyes. Hearing what he said, he shook his head, "No, you have to stay with the children..."

"Then take Ying Rui with you and move out together?"

Liang Jincheng still shook her head, her voice was very low, but fortunately it was quiet at night, Song Yixian still heard, "The old man will be unhappy."

"But grandma wants one to live at home, I'm afraid you won't like it."

"Ok?"

"The third child needs to have the same blood type for the operation. Due to physical reasons, this matter can only be done by Shen Chen. Grandma wants to keep Shen Chen by her side just in case, so..."

As Song Yixian spoke, he suddenly heard the sound of even breathing coming from his arms.

Looking down, Liang Jincheng had also fallen asleep.

Reaching out to scratch the woman's firm little nose, Song Yixian turned off the lamp beside the bed.

Afterwards, Song Yixian got out of bed and put on a handmade cotton pajamas.

He walked out of the room lightly.

Jing Jing walked to Mrs. Song's room.

Seeing the light in the door, he knocked lightly on the door, only to hear "Come in" from inside the door, and Song Yixian opened the door.

Close the door again casually.

The old man was sitting on the desk in the outer room, wearing reading glasses with a gold-rimmed frame.

The lights in the inner bedroom were turned off, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.

"Grandma, how are things going?" Song Yixian asked.

Mrs. Song glared at Song Yixian, "What else can I do!"

"He doesn't agree?"

Song Yixian frowned.

Mrs. Song took a long breath, "With you here, how could he agree?"

Mrs. Song stood up from her seat, her ivory cane banging on the ground.

"You must be that woman? Can you leave it to Shen Chen?"

Song Yixian raised his eyebrows, the disdain in those eyes had already told Mrs. Song the answer.

The old lady Song snorted coldly, "If your younger brother dies because he doesn't have Shen Chen's blood, I'll see what you will do."

Song Yixian said lightly: "Just tie Shen Chen back."

Mrs. Song glared at him, "Do the trick again, do you think Shen Chen is a fool?"

The old lady's crutch hit Song Yixian's body hard, "Using the method once, you think he will sit and wait for us to kidnap him and force him to donate blood. What we need is blood of the same blood type. It is mixed with other viruses or drugs, which are unusable. If we tie a person back and tie him up for a lifetime, if he does not eat or drink, will he be given nutritional injections every day? Such a way of life will sooner or later A living person is sick."

After all, kidnapping is not a long-term solution.

"Hmm..." Song Yixian knew the key points of this, and he let out a long breath, "Could it be that Liang Jincheng has to be him?"

"No, do you still remember what happened to Ying Rui last time?"

"remember."

"Shen Shen asked me to be more refined."

Song Yixian frowned tightly, "No."

Mrs. Song gave him a sideways glance, "Your opinion is useless, I want to see the delicate opinion."

"Shen Chen is a bastard, not worthy of refinement."

As the only little princess in the family, Song Jingjing has been loved since she was a child. How could Song Yixian let Song Jingjing marry Shen Chen, let alone Shen is such a man.

"But I think Shen Shen is a good child. Jing Jing is alone now, without the bondage of emotions. If she likes Shen Shen, it is the best. If he doesn't like Shen Chen, the relationship can be cultivated slowly. Don't worry about it for a while. As The blood supply source of our family is for you two brothers, and for your son, Shen Shen, I am bound to get it."

"But grandma..." Song Yixian stopped immediately when he reached the point of his mouth.

He couldn't say anything about Song Beilang and Song Jingjing.

"There are not so many things, let's do this first, and I will ask Jing Jing about Shen Shen when I find a chance."

……

After Song Yixian left, Mrs. Song went to the inner bedroom.

The old lady did not turn on the light, walked to the bed, glanced at Song Jingjing who was sleeping peacefully, and then helped her tuck the quilt back.

Then he said softly, "You're such an old man, and you still have to sleep with grandma, and you can't sleep well, why are you still kicking the quilt?"

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Song took off her shoes and slept on the other side of the big bed.

……

In the darkness, Song Jingjing suddenly opened his eyes.

Turning around, his mind was full of the conversation he had just heard between his second brother and grandma.

It turns out that the third brother's treatment still needs heavy blood.

Song Jingjing opened her eyes, and in the dark night, her eyes glowed with a faint soft light.

……

The next day, Song Yixian left home refreshed and went to work in the company.

For the first time, Liang Jincheng didn't get up early, and Song Yixian knew that the little woman's body couldn't bear such a late bed and early rise, so she ordered no one to wake him up.

Let Liang Jincheng sleep until he wakes up naturally.

Of course, Mother He felt sorry for Liang Jincheng. After listening to Song Yixian's words, she didn't wake up Liang Jincheng, and went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables by herself.

In addition, Song Jingjing, who usually sleeps late, woke up unexpectedly early, because today Song Beilang is going abroad for treatment.

Song Jingjing knew that there were still a few months before the operation, and these few months were just a reason for sister Zhuzhi to observe before the operation, and wanted to spend more time with Song Beilang.

Grandma acquiesced.

Song Yixian definitely has no objections.

But Song Yixian still let Song Jingjing know about this matter, the purpose was just to let her decide.

Song Jingjing went to the airport with Song Beilang, and she didn't mention it from the beginning to the end, because she felt...she couldn't be so selfish, she should give Song Beilang a choice, sister Zhuzhi did too much for him up.

"Third brother, you will miss me in the past few months." Song Jingjing smiled mischievously.

Song Yixian pinched her tender cheeks, "Of course, I think about it every day, all the time, I miss your smile, your beauty, your hearty and cuteness."

Then pointing to his heart, he said affectionately: "Your name is engraved on my heart."

"Exquisite, wait for me to come back, we will get married."

Song Jingjing's eyes were red, obviously reluctant to part with him, her pink lips opened, and the white mist floated in the air before disappearing: "Third brother, I will wait for you here."

Then, Song Jingjing lowered her head and kissed Song Beilang's cheek.

Gently, softly, with the shyness of a girl.

Then he hung the white scarf around Song Beilang's neck.

The fragrance from the girl's body spread to Song Beilang's nostrils through the scarf.

The fragrance overwhelmed the blowing of the cold wind, and warmed up the body.

The handsome man in the wheelchair and the slender girl in the fluffy hat attracted the attention of many people.

When the snowflakes fell, everyone at the airport looked at the sky.

The snow-white color and the blue-gray floor constitute a light ink landscape painting.

Song Beilang got on the plane and looked out the window with a bright smile on his face.

Song Jingjing's tears fell down, and the hot tears immediately turned cold when they fell on her face.

The plane takes off, slowly shrinks in a light snow, until finally it crosses the sky and is no longer visible.

Song Jingjing lowered her head, watching the small snowflakes fall on the blue-gray ground, piling up into a piece of white.

And a layer of snowflakes fell on her body.

Yingying's eyes were stained with dense water vapor.

With red eyes, she made a call, "Hi, I'm Song Jingjing."

(End of this chapter)