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

Chapter 167 I laugh at you too fake

On the third day after Shen Chen entered the hospital, a special patient was also sent to the hospital.

Song Beilang ignored Zhuzhi's stop and returned to the country.

When the old lady heard the news, she immediately told Jing Jing.

Jing Jing leaned against the hospital bed, and there was a chill in the ward.

His little face was so pale that there was no blood, and Liang Jincheng's heart ached when he saw it.

"Exquisite." An intimate call came from the door.

Let the two people in the ward look sideways.

Song Beilang's arrival, although the old lady's news had been obtained in advance, Liang Jincheng and Song Jingjing were still taken aback. The man in the wheelchair had his legs wrapped in a towel, and his usually handsome face had been parted for several weeks. Appears to be much thinner.

The thin cheekbones are slightly sunken, but the appearance is still online, and it is more sexy.

With a slight smile on the corner of Song Beilang's mouth, without anyone to take care of him, he pushed the wheelchair in alone.

"Third brother, don't come in." Suddenly, Song Jingjing, who was behind Liang Jincheng, spoke.

This was the first time Song Jingjing took the initiative to speak in these days.

Song Beilang was startled, his hand holding the wheel paused, his handsome brow furrowed, and he asked softly, "Exquisite, what's wrong?"

There was still Liang Jincheng between Song Beilang and Song Jingjing.

And Liang Jincheng's standing position just separated the sight of the two of them.

Song Jingjing didn't know when his eyes fell out of the window again, and Song Beilang's gaze was always trying to find Song Jingjing's position from Liang Jincheng's sideways.

Liang Jincheng felt awkward standing in the middle, and was about to move away, but Song Jingjing stopped her, "Sister Xiaocheng, please call grandma for me, and let her pick up my second brother home."

Song Beilang froze in place, frowning.

What Jing Jing said, Liang Jincheng did as she said, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and called the old lady. It was Aunt Wu who answered the phone. Don't worry, the elderly.

After completing this series of actions, Song Beilang took a deep look at Liang Jincheng.

Liang Jincheng pursed her lips, and finally moved her footsteps to make room for those two people, even though Song Jingjing had begged her to help her before Song Beilang came.

She agreed at the time, but now she has "betrayed".

"Thank you, Second Sister-in-law." While Song Beilang said to her, Liang Jincheng could feel Song Jingjing looking at her angrily behind him.

Liang Jincheng walked out of the ward without closing the door, and stood at the door, listening carefully to the movement inside.

She thought, if she couldn't get better, maybe she could go in and persuade her.

However, how should she persuade?

Can't think of it yet.

After Liang Jincheng left, only Song Jingjing and Song Beilang were left in the huge ward.

Chill in the room.

Song Jingjing had a lot of complaints about Liang Jincheng in her heart, and at this moment Song Jingjing could only face it by herself.

"Exquisite, how is your body?"

Song Beilang spoke first.

Song Jingjing had a cold expression on his face, "It was fine at first, but after seeing Third Brother, I felt bad again."

The surrounding environment was already cold, because Song Jingjing's words felt like falling into an ice cellar.

Song Beilang took a deep breath, still with a slight smile on his face, "Then I'm exquisite, just the opposite. I didn't feel well at first, but after seeing exquisiteness, I feel much better."

Although Song Jingjing was indifferent, Song Beilang still maintained his usual gentleness.

"Oh, really?" Song Jingjing said frivolously, "But I think I will get better only when I see brother Shenchen."

Song Beilang must have heard the word Shen Chen.

And the main reason why he came back from abroad despite dissuasion was because he heard the name Shen Shen.

He found out about the marriage between Song Jingjing and Shen Chen.

So, he came back and came back to ask for clarification.

"Exquisite, you are not a child who can lie."

Song Beilang remained patient.

Song Jingjing chuckled, "I'm an adult, and I'm no longer naive and simple. Maybe I once liked someone I shouldn't like when I was young, but now I have corrected it."

The person who can hurt is definitely the person who loves you the most.

There is nothing wrong with this sentence.

If Song Jingjing was saying such things to a stranger, the stranger might just smile and let it go, but Song Beilang is not a stranger...

"Well, do you want to tell me about your marriage with Shen Chen?"

Song Beilang suddenly turned cold.

"Do you still need me to tell you? Don't you know everything?" Song Jingjing didn't look at Song Beilang, her eyes fell on the window without focus.

"I want to hear you tell me yourself." Song Beilang stepped down resolutely and raised slightly, looking directly at Song Jingjing with cold eyes.

Song Jingjing sneered, "Since you want to know, let me tell you, brother Shen Chen and I have already slept together, and I am already his man."

With a "pop", five red marks from finger prints appeared on Song Jingjing's face.

Song Jingjing's eyes widened. Although she expected to be despised by Song Beilang, she never thought that Song Beilang would do anything to her.

She withdrew her surprised gaze, pursed her lips, and continued to sneer: "At first I didn't understand, why men and women can't lie on the same bed, but brother Shen Chen taught me, so it turns out... huh, there is a third man a leg."

Song Beilang's face had become extremely ugly, as black as an abyss, and his eyes were bottomless.

The vicious words between Song Jingjing's lips and teeth continued, "A person like San Ge who doesn't have two legs and even more unlikely to have three legs, I'm afraid he will never feel that kind of joy."

Song Beilang gritted his teeth, the gentle and refined man glared at Song Jingjing.

"Do you know how I got sick? Brother Shenchen took me to the hot spring together, because I didn't wear clothes next to the open-air hot spring pool... so I was frozen."

It seemed that the words had been brewing for a long time, so she spoke very smoothly.

The sneering and mocking expressions were vivid.

However, the stiff rings of her hands were clasped together, and her slender nails were turning white, which showed how hard her hands were grasping each other.

Liang Jincheng was at the door, listening to the commotion inside, and watching Song's exquisite and clumsy acting skills.

She knew that as soon as Song Beilang saw Song Jingjing, everything planned by Jingjing would be broken.

Because exquisiteness is really too simple.

I simply dare not look directly at people when I am lying.

Even Liang Jincheng would not believe those hurtful words, let alone Song Beilang.

Compared with Song Beilang, the delicateness is still too tender.

"Hahaha, haha..." Song Beilang laughed very loudly, not only in the ward, but also in the corridor outside the ward, surrounded by his laughter.

"You, what are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at your play for being too fake." Song Beilang pronounced the last two words heavily.

"you……"

"Has anyone ever told you that you really don't know how to lie, and you deliberately pick out these nasty and disgusting words for me, it's better to just keep your mouth shut and say nothing."

Song Beilang was most afraid that Song Jingjing would not even talk to him.

Song Jingjing tightly closed her lips.

I dare not speak any more.

Her wholehearted preparation was nothing more than a joke in Song Beilang's eyes.

Sure enough, the more you talk, the more you will be exposed.

Suddenly, Song Beilang stood up from the wheelchair, and the towel wrapped around his legs fell to the ground, revealing his not-so-strong but rather slender legs.

It was a man who had been paralyzed in a wheelchair for a long time. The moment he stood up, he looked so tall.

Under a shadow, Song Jingjing looked at him indifferently, the hurtful words he had prepared were stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit them out.

She seems to be asking him now if he will be able to stand up in the future.

But she didn't dare to ask.

Song Beilang would never tell the secret buried in his heart.

Song Beilang bent down, pinched her chin with one hand, moved closer to Song Jingjing, pressed his thin lips against her ear, and said slowly, "Even if I don't have those two legs, it won't hinder my third The use of one leg, if you want, I can serve you as much as I want. If you want to play more tricks, when my legs can walk around in a short time, you can do whatever you want, and I can accompany you you play."

Song Jingjing Suran's little face immediately turned red, and she didn't know whether it was from shame or anger.

After Liang Jincheng saw Song Beilang pressing Song Jingjing on the bed, she stopped looking into the ward.

But still can hear the sound.

There was the sound of water cups and teapots falling, and the creaking and rocking of hospital beds.

Liang Jincheng didn't know what Song Beilang did to Song Jingjing, but Liang Jincheng believed that Song Beilang would not hurt Song Jingjing.

After Song Beilang left, Liang Jincheng entered the ward.

The ward was in a mess.

Song Jingjing's clothes were also torn, exposing a large area of ​​white snow on her chest, and there were a few traces of "Little Strawberry" on her neck.

The time was short, and it was impossible for Song Beilang to do anything excessive to Song Jingjing.

Song Jingjing looked at the pattern on the ceiling with red eyes, and said viciously after Liang Jincheng entered: "Sister Xiaocheng, you agreed to help me, is this how you help?"

Liang Jincheng knew that Song Jingjing was blaming her.

"I just think you need to have a good talk."

Song Jingjing threw the pillow on the bed towards Liang Jincheng.

The pillow hit Liang Jincheng's head without any deviation, and asked in a voice, "Did you tell the third brother about the matter between me and Shen Chen?"

When the pillow was thrown on her head, there was wind, so the hair on her head became messy.

Liang Jincheng stretched out her index finger, hooked the hair from her forehead to the roots behind her ears, and confessed: "Well, I told him."

The tears in Song Jingjing's eyes kept falling, like pearls with broken strings, hitting the bed quilt one by one, "Why? Why did you do this? Don't you know how hard it was for me to hide it from him? !"

Last night, Liang Jincheng asked for Song Beilang's cell phone number through the old lady, and called Song Jingjing herself to tell her about Song Jingjing's latest situation. When she finally hung up the phone, she still told Song Jingjing and Shen Chen about it. Belang.

(End of this chapter)