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

Chapter 19 Is it an indirect kiss?

"Okay, I will definitely remember this time." Liang Jincheng smiled softly.

Song Yingrui is also in a good mood with her crooked eyebrows.

"Master, this is the porridge I just bought." Coincidentally, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Mother He walked in.

The little guy immediately stepped forward to greet him.

But it wasn't Mama He who was greeted, but the bowl of porridge in Mama He's hand.

"Young master, this porridge is hot, let me serve it." Mama He stopped it.

Song Yingrui didn't do it, "I want to feed Xiaocheng myself, don't stop me."

Mother He didn't dare to stop this little overlord, so she could only follow the young master and stare at the white porridge that night, for fear of scalding him.

Song Yingrui approached the bed, and Liang Jincheng immediately took it, fearing that this little guy might hurt her.

"Xiao Cheng, Mama He bought this porridge from Zhou Ji on purpose. It's thick and thick. Professor Zhang said it's best for stomachaches."

Liang Jincheng knew that Professor Zhang was a well-known professor in the hospital.

Then I heard Mama He say: "Professor Zhang took a look at your body for you. Not long after you left, he specifically asked you to eat something to warm your stomach. The old lady at home always said that white porridge is the most warm to the stomach. The young master remembers it." In my heart, I deliberately went out for a run."

When Mama He said this, Liang Jincheng felt a little embarrassed, "Thank you, Mama He."

"Professor Zhang said that this is caused by your improper meals. You should take good care of yourself, little girl." Mama He said with concern.

Liang Jincheng smiled faintly, "Well, I will."

"Xiaocheng, if you don't know how to take care of yourself, let me take care of you."

Song Yingrui was serious, his long and curly eyelashes cast a shadow under the light.

"take care of me?"

"Well, although I am still a child, I am also a responsible man, let me take care of you, I will treat you well." He said seriously, but his pink mouth was pouted, which was quite cute .

She couldn't figure out the logic in this sentence, so she took it as a joke, "Okay."

Seeing Liang Jincheng's willingness to agree, he felt happy and threw himself on the side of the bed with his hands on his chin, his eyes shining like stars: "Then drink some porridge while it's hot to warm your stomach."

"Okay." Liang Jincheng took a spoonful and took a sip.

Song Yingrui immediately asked: "Is it delicious?"

Liang Jincheng nodded.

He also said with a relieved smile, "Eat more if you like."

He just finished saying this, but his stomach growled!

He Ma laughed and said, "The young master saw that you were sick, so he was so anxious that he didn't even eat dinner."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Song Yingrui's face, and he shouted unwillingly, "Mother He, I want you to stop talking."

Liang Jincheng smiled faintly: "Do you want to eat with me?"

Before Song Yingrui could react, Liang Jincheng's spoon was already reaching for him.

Thinking of the spoon that Xiao Cheng used just now, if he also used this spoon, would this... be considered an indirect kiss?

He giggled and pecked sharply.

After a while, the two shared the porridge that night. Song Yingrui had a particularly good appetite and ate twice the usual amount.

The white porridge was so sticky that Song Yingrui's mouth was full, Liang Jincheng picked up the toilet paper and helped Song Yingrui wipe his mouth, which made Song Yingrui feel even more that she was a good woman.

"How is it, does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Even if it doesn't hurt, it must still be uncomfortable. Let me rub your stomach for you."

Without Liang Jincheng's consent, the little guy kicked off his little slippers, revealing his little white feet.

He climbed up to the head of the bed, knelt beside her, and covered her stomach with a pair of small hands.

The little hands are soft and soft, like steamed buns.

Through the clothes and quilt, I also felt the warmth.

"Comfortable?"

With a sweet heart, she nodded slightly.

"When my stomach is uncomfortable, Mama He rubs it for me in the same way. Mama He rubs it not only for me, but also for Grandma Tai, but I only rub Xiaocheng's stomach, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)