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

Chapter 225 You Little Slicker
Several people went to the monitoring room, and the master who managed the monitoring was really there.

In addition, the surveillance video was also tuned up, and there was still sound in the video, which clearly recorded the fight between the children just now.

Indeed, as Song Yingrui said, it was Zhao Qingqing who took over the slide and didn't let everyone play, so Song Yingrui made a sound.

But the fuse was not because of this slide, but because Zhao Qingqing cursed at Song Yingrui: "An uneducated thing is born by parents, but not raised by parents, get out of here."

Song Yingrui couldn't help but retorted: "Yes, yes, you were born and raised by your parents. It's really good to raise you, like a pig."

Zhao Qingqing looks a little fat, a typical fat guy.

When Zhao Qingqing heard that he was being scolded, he was so angry that he wanted to hit Song Yingrui. Song Yingrui was very quick and avoided Zhao Qingqing's attack.

Zhao Qingqing couldn't beat him, so he began to scold again: "No wonder your parents don't want you, little bastard, I want to fight you."

Facing Zhao Qingqing's provocation, Song Yingrui raised his head and said, "Your parents don't want you, just fight and see who is the best."

Before Zhao Qingqing could react, Song Yingrui's small fist hit Zhao Qingqing's nose.

Then the teacher came and saw Zhao Qingqing's nosebleed, so he rushed him to the infirmary.

What happened next was that Zhao Qingqing's mother came to make a fuss about medical expenses.

After watching the video, Zhao Qingqing's mother had a very unsightly face, staring at her son blindly, her eyes full of blame.

Fatty Zhao Qingqing was also a little scared, afraid that his mother would beat him if he found out that he had lied, so he shrank back and did not dare to meet his mother's gaze.

As soon as Song Yingrui found out the truth, he raised his chin high and let out a heavy "hum", his small face was full of complacency.

Seeing Song Yingrui like this, Liang Jincheng liked Song Yingrui very much. He reached out and rubbed the child's head.

Song Yingrui was rubbed on the head, feeling more comfortable, and leaned close to Liang Jincheng.

The teacher's face was also a bit stiff, after all, this matter was wrongly blamed on Song Yingrui, and he was a little embarrassed and said: "Then since this matter has been cleared up, and Qingqing has nothing to do, Qingqing's mother will take Qingqing home. , now it's seven or eight o'clock."

The teacher is looking for a step down for himself, and also for Zhao Qingqing's mother.

After touching the steps, Zhao Qingqing's mother naturally complied. She smiled half-heartedly at Liang Jincheng and Song Yixian, and then walked away.

Song Yixian is not a generous person, but he is not too fussy about such a trivial matter with a woman.

But when facing the teacher, Song Yixian was still a little unhappy.

Intuition told Liang Jincheng that this teacher might suffer.

……

Song Yingrui got into the car with Liang Jincheng and Song Yixian. When they were in the car, Song Yingrui was also very clingy to Liang Jincheng.

"Xiao Cheng, what illness did you suffer from before?" Song Yingrui's small body was lying on the back seat of the car.

The little head used Liang Jincheng's legs as a pillow, and her eyes were sparkling, very bright and beautiful.

Liang Jincheng put one hand on the little guy's stomach and the other on his head, playing with the little curly hairs.

The real hair was much softer than the wig, and Liang Jincheng couldn't put it down.

Liang Jincheng said with a slight smile, "No, it's not very serious. It's better now."

The little guy once again expressed his feelings about the scene when he was in the hospital, "It's so uncomfortable to be sick, I know it, Xiaocheng has worked hard for you, I didn't understand you at that time, and I blamed you, it was my fault, I promise You, I will never leave you again, okay?"

In a word, hearing Liang Jincheng's heart warmed and his heart ached.

Although she didn't say anything to Song Yixian, that matter was still on her mind, and she didn't know how to solve it.

His eyes were unconsciously placed outside the window, and he responded with a soft "hmm".

The little guy didn't feel that there was anything wrong, as long as Xiao Cheng was by his side, he was happy.

But Song Yixian frowned, observing Liang Jincheng's every move through the rearview mirror.

She still can't let go of that person?
……

The car is not driving fast, it is at the peak time.

Song Yingrui said in the car: "Xiaocheng, are you hungry?"

Liang Jincheng wasn't very hungry, but she must have known that the little guy was hungry and asked her, so she suggested, "Let's eat nearby, is that okay?"

Song Yixian nodded in agreement.

Song Yixian usually would not refuse to agree to the request made by SLR Liang Jincheng, unless it was an excessive request.

The car has already driven into the city center at this moment, and there is a restaurant on the side of the road.

Song Yixian asked Liang Jincheng: "What do you want to eat?"

Liang Jincheng asked Song Yingrui, "What would you like to eat?"

Song Yingrui happened to see a KFC, so he muttered, "I want to eat that."

He wants to eat KFC fried chicken, but every time his father doesn't bring him.

Today I saw my classmate eating this, smelling the aroma, his saliva was about to flow down.

Liang Jincheng paused, did not dare to respond directly to Song Yingrui, but looked at Song Yixian who was sitting in front, and asked softly, "Is it okay?"

Song Yingrui also looked expectantly at Song Yixian in front of him, and whispered, "Dad, can I eat KFC?"

Both Liang Jincheng and Song Yingrui knew that Song Yixian didn't like these junk foods.

But Song Yingrui really wanted to eat it, and it smelled really good.

Unusual, Song Yixian nodded in agreement, and quickly drove the car to the underground parking garage of a nearby shopping mall.

When Song Yingrui got off the car, he was in a particularly beautiful mood.

Not afraid of the cold winter, jump out of the car and start bouncing.

Holding Liang Jincheng with his left hand and Song Yixian with his right, they headed towards the gate of KFC.

After entering KFC, the three sat down together, and the super big family bucket was placed in front of him. Song Yingrui felt as if he owned the whole world.

It's unreal to be happy.

"Xiaocheng, I'm so happy now." A child's happiness is very simple, being with the person he likes and eating what he likes.

But the faces of the two adults, who had already enjoyed the present time, were not so gentle.

Each has their own concerns.

"Xiao Cheng, Dad, then I'm not going to be polite, I'm going to start eating."

The little guy's eyes were bright, and he was very excited to see the food.

Song Yingrui bit the chicken wings, eating deliciously.

Song Yixian didn't like to eat this kind of fried food. Liang Jincheng wasn't hungry in the first place, and didn't want to compete with the little guy for it.

Liang Jincheng wanted to have a drink, but just as he touched the cup, a chill came to his heart, and ice was added to the cola in hand.

She was cold and didn't want to drink something cold, so she immediately retracted her outstretched hand.

"Xiaocheng, would you like to eat some too? This grilled wing is simply not too delicious." Song Yingrui raised the hand holding the chicken wing and handed it to Liang Jincheng's mouth.

Liang Jincheng felt that the situation was not good and refused again, so she took the chicken wings from the child and took two bites.

Song Yingrui's mouth was full of oil, and he was happy to see Liang Jincheng eat it, so he handed Song Yixian the chicken leg he had bitten into, "Dad, there is only one chicken leg left, you can eat it."

Song Yixian glanced at his son very bluntly, with disdain and disgust, he just said: "You eat by yourself."

Song Yingrui laughed: "Father, our family, why are you being polite to me?"

Song Yixian snorted coldly, "Just treat me as polite."

Then Song Yixian ignored his son, got up and left the seat.

Seeing that his father had left, Song Yingrui put the chicken leg back to his mouth, and groaned: "If you don't eat it, don't eat it, what a joke!"

Liang Jincheng thought that Song Yixian was too disdainful of his son's eating, so he wanted to find a place to breathe, so he didn't ask any more questions.

But when Song Yixian came back, he brought a cup of hot milk and placed it next to Liang Jincheng.

"Drink something warm."

Liang Jincheng's warm voice reached Liang Jincheng's ears. Looking at the hot milk, Liang Jincheng was inexplicably moved from the bottom of her heart.

"Okay, thank you."

Liang Jincheng replied like this, as if intentionally or unintentionally opened the distance between the two.

Politeness and politeness are reserved for outsiders, and simplicity is the way to treat family members.

Song Yixian frowned slightly, looking at her, the emotion in his eyes was unclear.

Liang Jincheng picked up the milk. The milk was neither sweet nor bland. It tasted just right. It was neither hot nor cold. It was warm and easy to drink. It stayed in the stomach and was very warm.

As warm as the man in front of me.

……

Song Yingrui didn't notice it at all, and stopped the movements of his hands and mouth until he couldn't eat anymore.

A family bucket, a child can't finish it no matter how much he eats.

Except for the little guy who gnawed the chicken legs and chicken wings clean, the other things are just incomplete.

For three or two burgers, he only took a few bites of the meat inside, and the other corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, and red bean pie were also ruined.

The little guy's mouth and hands are greasy.

Song Yixian looked at Song Yingrui, still looking disgusted.

Song Yingrui explained unhurriedly: "Father, I know you dislike me, but I'm still a child, you can't be too strict with me, when I grow up, I won't be like this of."

Liang Jincheng smiled and stretched out his hand to wipe Song Yingrui's mouth. Song Yingrui said, "Xiaocheng, you are so kind. You are much better than my father. Why are you so gentle and considerate?"

Song Yingrui's skill in boasting is also incredible.

Liang Jincheng ticked the little guy's nose, "You little cunning."

Song Yingrui hugged Liang Jincheng's arm, and said coquettishly, "Oh, what I said is the truth, Xiaocheng, I like you so much."

Song Yixian enjoyed this moment very much, the moment when his son and wife were by his side.

He felt very warm, and his expression eased.

Only suddenly, Song Yingrui exclaimed, "Ah!"

Both Liang Jincheng and Song Yixian were shocked.

"Ying Rui, what's wrong?"

Song Yingrui opened his eyes wide and looked straight ahead.

(End of this chapter)