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

Chapter 156 What's the matter, I like her
It's true that he pets her.

And do what you can.

Petting and pampering, I pampered for another whole morning.

At lunch, Song Yingrui and the old lady were having breakfast together, looked at the empty table, and sighed a few times.

Then he rubbed Song Yingrui's little head.

"Your father doesn't care about you, that woman doesn't care about you, your little aunt doesn't care about you, and only me, an old woman, still cares about you. Do you know who you'll treat well in the future?"

Song Yingrui ate the meal bun, his cheeks bulging.

Since Xiaocheng came back, his appetite has improved a lot.

All the food crumbs stuck to the small mouth of the food.

Song Yingrui sat on the children's chair, shaking his short legs, and nodded fiercely to the old lady, "Grandma, I will treat you well in the future, as long as you let me be the president."

"Huh? You want to be the president?"

"Yes..." The little guy's voice was loud and clear, "Because when I see Xiaocheng looking at my father, I always have eyes of admiration, and I want Xiaocheng to adore me too."

The old lady Song snorted coldly, and then twisted the little guy's ear, "You white-eyed wolf, you only think about that woman."

"What's the matter, I like her!" He still wants Xiaocheng to be his wife.

"I like you, you little brat, if you don't like a good little girl, why do you like such an old woman!"

Song Yingrui touched his ears. Grandma Tai was so hard on him that his ears turned red from pinching. He was not as gentle as Xiaocheng at all.

It's just this kind of complaint, Song Yingrui will definitely not say it, after all, the grandma is so fierce.

As fierce as Dad.

He curled his lips, thinking that Xiaocheng hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so he gurgled down the milk in his hand.

Then he picked up the small plate in front of him, and glanced at the food on the table, because he ate too wildly, and the food on the table didn't look like it.

So he scooped up a few small round lunch bags on the table.

Turning to Mrs. Song, she said, "Grandma, Xiaocheng hasn't gotten up for breakfast yet, and she hasn't eaten lunch yet. I'll send some to her room now."

As soon as the old lady opened her mouth and said "No", the little guy jumped out of the baby chair by himself and went upstairs.

……

Walking to Liang Jincheng's room, the doorknob was a bit high, and the little guy was wearing a bit too much. When he stretched out his hand, the clothes pulled him hard, and he couldn't reach the handle.

He put down the small plate in his hand, held the door with both hands, stood on tiptoe, finally reached it, but couldn't open it.

It's a bit embarrassing if you can't unscrew it...

Song Yingrui touched his little head, originally wanted to knock on the door but was afraid of disturbing Xiaocheng's lunch break, so he ran to find Aunt Wu.

The key is coming.

When he came back, the little guy's face was full of excitement. If Xiao Cheng was sleeping, he would get into Xiao Cheng's bed and sleep with her later.

Sleeping with Xiaocheng is very comfortable!
whee!

Song Yingrui is not the only one who feels comfortable sleeping with Xiaocheng, but also Song Yingrui's father.

So when Song Yingrui opened the door, the first thing he saw was not Liang Jincheng, but Song Yixian.

Song Yixian was wrapped in a bath towel, looking down at Song Yingrui.

Song Yingrui blinked his big eyes, the small meal bag in his hand suddenly crooked, and then a small meal bag fell out.

The round meal bag got under the bed through the solid wood floor.

Song Yingrui and Song Yixian looked at each other with many questions.

Such as:

Why is dad in Xiaocheng's room?
Why is dad dressed like this?
Why did Dad look at him very angry?
But before he could speak, Song Yixian lifted him up and threw him outside the door.

It was only when Song Yingrui was outside the door that he realized that his face froze, he shook the meal bag in his hand, and then slammed on the door, his face flushed red, and he shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Little girl!" Cheng, Xiao Cheng, are you inside..."

He was not mistaken, this was Xiaocheng's room, but it was his father he saw just now.

An adult man appeared in a girl's room, and the little guy immediately thought in a bad direction.

The little guy is going crazy, that's his favorite person.

But my father actually acted preemptively while he was still young.

"Song Yixian, you exhibitionist, you actually don't wear clothes in front of girls, you are shameless..."

"No shame, bastard, pervert, disgusting, smelly man..."

"Xiao Cheng, Xiao Cheng, don't be afraid, I'll call the police right away..."

Inside the room, Liang Jincheng was hiding under the quilt, her small face flushed to the base of her ears.

After coming out of the bathroom yesterday, I locked the door on purpose, but God knows, how could Song Yingrui have the key to his own room.

Hearing that Song Yingrui was going to call the police, Liang Jincheng poked his head out of the quilt immediately, and said coquettishly to the man who was still unusually calm: "Your son is going to call the police, why don't you hurry up and stop him!"

Song Yixian pursed his lips, and opened the door reluctantly.

The little guy didn't have a mobile phone, so he couldn't call the police all at once. When he saw the door was opened, he rushed in immediately.

"Song Yixian, I want to fight with you."

Song Yixian watched the little man rushing in front of him, and stretched out his hand to block his small forehead. No matter how Song Yingrui waved his arms and legs, he couldn't hit Song Yixian.

And Liang Jincheng over there took advantage of this time gap to change clothes shyly under the quilt.

Embarrassing, really embarrassing...

Liang Jincheng was determined that Song Yixian would never be allowed to do such things in the morning.

Every time she finished, she would be so tired that she couldn't wake up at all.

After Liang Jincheng got dressed, she smoothed her hair with her hands before getting out from under the quilt.

Seeing that Song Yixian was bullying Song Yingrui, he repeatedly said: "Yingrui is still a child, what are you doing!"

Song Yixian glanced at Liang Jincheng lightly, then picked up Song Yingrui's collar with one hand, and threw it on the bed.

Song Yingrui didn't know what happened yet, all he knew was that he bounced twice on something soft, and when he saw Liang Jincheng beside her, he immediately got into her arms, "Xiaocheng, Xiaocheng, are you okay?" Bar."

Liang Jincheng coughed lightly, "I, ahem, I'm fine."

But Song Yingrui saw the bruises on Xiaocheng's neck.

Immediately afterwards, she burst into tears with a "wow", "Wow... Xiao Cheng, I'm sorry for you, my animal father bullied you again..."

He promised to protect her, but let her be bullied, or be bullied by her father...

Song Yixian's mouth twitched when he heard Song Yingrui's "Beast Dad", and then he heard the cry of a child, and immediately frowned, "He is really annoying, and he will cry endlessly. I'm not in the mood to coax him if he wants to let Mother He come in and take him away."

One thing is that Song Yingrui and Liang Jincheng are very similar.

They are all capable of crying.

Like a small bag of tears.

It's just that when facing Liang Jincheng, he had the patience to coax her, and he couldn't bear her to cry.

When facing Song Yingrui, he just felt annoying, like a little girl, without any masculinity.

Liang Jincheng glared at Song Yixian with dissatisfaction, and slandered: This is not your child, but mine. I don't have any love for children.

Because of Song Yingrui, Liang Jincheng always thought that Song Yixian didn't like children, but later when they had a little daughter, Liang Jincheng changed her view of Song Yixian.

"You go out, I will tell Ying Rui."

Song Yixian didn't go out, but repeatedly emphasized: "He can really cry."

When Song Yingrui was younger, Song Yixian didn't hug him because he started crying when he saw him.

Later, the little guy didn't cry much, and he didn't cry in front of him, but every time he was provoked, he couldn't stop crying.

Liang Jincheng didn't know how much Song Yixian disliked her son, and looked at him reproachfully.

Song Yixian doesn't want to leave, he hasn't been able to be tender enough with her yet.

But Song Yingrui had already succeeded in getting him out, and here he could only hear annoying cries, so he left, wrapped in a bath towel, not at all afraid of the servant's gossip.

……

Liang Jincheng followed Song Yingrui's back and coaxed, "Yingrui, stop crying, okay?"

Song Yingrui is really like what Song Yixian said, he can't stop crying, the little guy has been crying for a while, but he has actually forgotten why he was crying just now, anyway, he just feels wronged.

After being so coaxed by Liang Jincheng, she still wanted to cry.

Children are always easy to fool and forget things easily.

"I'm actually fine, your father didn't bully me." She said so, thinking of countless reasons in her head to explain the marks on her neck.

Song Yingrui twitched and asked, "Look at your neck, it's all swollen."

Liang Jincheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The marks on her neck all came from Song Yixian's mouth. They were bruises at most, so how could it be swollen.

It's just that she still patiently explained and told a lie: "I... I'm not in good health. In fact, your father helped me just now..."

What can I do for her to cause marks on her body?

Thinking about it, she blurted out: "Scraping!"

The little man stared blankly at her with tears in his eyes, and said in a milky voice, "Xiaocheng, hiccup, what is scraping?"

"It's just a way to get rid of dampness. It's an earthen prescription. It's more like acupuncture or something." She didn't understand, so she made it up randomly.

I only know that scraping does make the skin bruise.

The little guy's eyes clearly didn't believe it.

Liang Jincheng took the mobile phone at hand, which Song Yixian didn't take away.

Opened the browser, searched for a few pictures of scraping, and showed it to Song Yingrui, "This is scraping. As long as the technique is correct, it is actually good for the body."

"Are my dad's skills good?"

Hearing these words, Liang Jincheng felt a little hot in her heart, so she nodded and replied, "The skills are pretty good."

Song Yixian's skills... have to be said to be good, so good that it made her obsessed.

There was another flush on his face, thinking of the gentle kiss of that person last night and this morning...

So shy!
(End of this chapter)