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

Chapter 227 Follow me, you won't have to touch the ground with both feet

Liang Jincheng's face blushed instantly.

Before Liang Jincheng could react, Song Yixian's eyes had caught her gaze, "How many times will it take before your face doesn't turn red?"

Although Song Yixian said this, he actually liked Liang Jincheng very much.

With smoky brows and clear looks, she looks shy and doesn't know why.

Liang Jincheng immediately looked away, turned her head away from him, "I haven't left yet, are you too..."

Later, Liang Jincheng couldn't find any adjectives to describe it.

Even if an adjective was found, it would not be a compliment.

Song Yixian stared at her and asked, "Too... what?"

Liang Jincheng pursed her lips, changed the subject and said, "I'll wipe Ying Rui's body with a hot towel."

Liang Jincheng got up to go to the bathroom, but Song Yixian, who was standing near the bathroom, stopped her without hesitation.

Stretching out his long arms, he wrapped the man in his arms, and the fragrance of a woman surrounded the tip of the man's nose, which was refreshing and pleasant.

Song Yixian took two deep breaths, feeling nostalgic for the smell on her body.

At night, if it wasn't for Song Yingrui's presence, he probably wouldn't let this woman leave his arms.

"Ying Rui is sleeping, what are you doing?" Liang Jincheng had seen how powerful Song Yixian was in the past two days, and she didn't want to experience that kind of pain again.

"Did you just think I was going to do something to you?"

Even though such in-depth exchanges have been carried out many times, Liang Jincheng still can't act as naturally in front of Song Yixian, and her shyness bursts out from the bottom of her heart, "Don't make trouble, I have been uncomfortable all day, so I will let it go at night." pass me."

She has a small voice and a small person, and the fragility of a woman is more likely to inspire a man's desire to possess.

Song Yixian put his arms around her unbearable waist, her front chest pressed against her back, and the tip of her nose and lips pressed against the top of her hair.

"It's cold now. I'll take a shower first. You can go in after I've washed."

After Song Yixian finished speaking, he slowly loosened the arms wrapped around her waist.

Perhaps Liang Jincheng didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at first. After a while, the man came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, bringing out steaming heat.

Liang Jincheng took her clothes again and prepared to go in. When she reached the door, she was greeted with steaming water.

He took a shower first because he wanted her to enjoy the hot environment directly.

Liang Jincheng's heart felt sweet, and she went into the bathroom.

I changed the sanitary napkin, and there were some red marks on the underwear. This was my aunt's second day, and there was a lot of it, so I accidentally stained my pants.

After Liang Jincheng cleaned up, she immediately washed off her dirty clothes.

And in the dirty clothes basket beside the bathroom, I saw Song Yixian's shirt and the clothes inside.

Including the man's penis.

It's not the first time Liang Jincheng has seen this kind of thing, and every time she sees her, she still feels very embarrassed.

She pursed her lower lip, and washed Song Yixian's pussy casually.

I found the drying rack in the bathroom, and after drying those things, I walked out of the bathroom.

Outside the bathroom, Song Yixian was wiping Song Yingrui's body with a towel. The towel was white under the dim light, and it felt hot. The towel was a hot towel.

Liang Jincheng asked, "Where does the hot water come from?"

Song Yixian glanced at Liang Jincheng who came out of the bathroom, wearing the pajamas he had prepared for her in advance, with a pair of long white legs exposed, sandals and water drops on her feet.

Song Yixian put away the towel for Song Yingrui, and said to her, "Come here."

Liang Jincheng walked over obediently.

Song Yixian asked her to sit down, and she sat down too.

Then he put her feet in the water basin on the ground.

The water is hot, just right for soaking your feet.

Song Yixian's big hands kneaded her feet, and the thick calluses rubbed against her delicate ankles, making her feel itchy.

Not disgusting, very comfortable.

"The hot water is boiled in a teapot. Ying Rui wiped his body with this water. It's still hot. Soak your feet."

He didn't waste his son's bath water, and just made it for her to wash her feet.

He kneaded her little feet with his big hands. While kneading, he also instructed: "Next time you come out of the bathroom, remember to wipe your feet clean immediately and put on cotton mops. It's not good for you to be cold at this time."

Women should not touch cold water during menstruation. Song Yixian seemed to have seen this sentence from an advertisement. He didn't know the scientific basis for this sentence, but he remembered it at the time anyway.

Under the dim light, the man has a straight nose, a thin outline, exquisite facial features, and a handsome face.

A pair of big hands pinched her ankles, as if they were treating some treasure.

No disrespect at all.

Song Yixian like this is very beautiful.

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, I hope we can spend it together."

Song Yixian said suddenly, the movements of his hands didn't stop, and he gently massaged her feet.

Liang Jincheng listened, feeling a little depressed, she didn't know how to answer.

"In the past, when grandma was here, we would have New Year's Eve dinner at the hospital. This year, Ying Rui's health has recovered. I hope we can have New Year's Eve dinner at home. Ying Rui hasn't eaten a meal made by Xiaocheng for a long time. gone."

Song Yixian's voice was light and gentle.

Liang Jincheng clenched her hands tightly, obviously very excited but not happy.

She has too many things on her mind.

But Song Yixian really loves her, loves her very much.

After being treated like that by her again and again, he was still able to stand by her side, hoping to take her home.

"But, aren't we already divorced?"

Liang Jincheng remembered that when he said he didn't want to see her again, he had already completed the divorce agreement.

Marriage is very casual, and divorce is also very casual.

In the eyes of most people, a second-married woman has already been discounted. As a second-married and divorced woman, no one will want her in this life.

But the man in front of him still regards her as precious.

Song Yixian took another dry towel to wipe her feet, and put the dried feet in his arms.

"No, no divorce." He squatted on the ground, looking at Liang Jincheng affectionately.

"The divorce I mentioned before was just angry words." Song Yixian is also a human being, not a god, and what he said when he was angry should not be taken seriously.

"I don't think I'm worse than that man. You know it. Follow me. I'll give you the best. I won't let anyone bully you, even with my fingers."

"And Ying Rui, he is your own child, are you really willing?"

Song Yixian is strong when he is strong, gentle when he is gentle, and quite affectionate when he confesses.

"If your reason for rejecting me is that I don't know how to hold dolls, maybe I can accept it reluctantly."

"Pfft!"
Liang Jincheng laughed out loud, she did not expect that Song Yixian was still brooding over the claw machine.

She didn't dare to laugh too loudly, Ying Rui beside her was still asleep, she was afraid of waking up the children, so she put away her smile and said slowly: "Can you give me a little more time, I want to wait until some things are settled I'll answer your question later, and I also want to answer your question after I have sorted out my own emotions."

Liang Jincheng said solemnly, and looked at Song Yixian very seriously.

"I need a reason."

Liang Jincheng lowered her head and thought about it, but she didn't want to talk about the thing that Song Yixian thought was ridiculous.

Then he changed the subject, which was equivalent to lying: "I'm sure I like this kind of life very much, and I like Ying Rui very much, but I'm not sure if I really love you, whether I can be your wife, your other half , always by your side.”

In fact, Liang Jincheng was certain in her heart that she was sure that what she loved was the man in front of her who took care of her meticulously, but there were some things that she couldn't say.

Song Yixian looked at her, frowning slightly, obviously displeased.

He paused and said, "I respect your idea."

Between husband and wife, mutual respect is very important.

Liang Jincheng nodded and thanked: "Thank you."

Song Yixian didn't like such politeness very much, and his brows and eyes became a little more stern, "Don't be so polite to me in the future, it's weird."

A family should look like a family.

Liang Jincheng smiled and said "OK".

……

After some communication, Liang Jincheng proposed to take a rest, and reached out to hug Song Yingrui.

He was about to get off the sofa and was about to walk to the bed by himself.

Song Yixian lifted both of them up in one fell swoop.

Holding her firmly in her arms, she strode in and went behind the screen.

A child is not heavy, a small one,
She's not heavy either, and she's a tiny one, too.

And Song Yixian looks too tall.

"Follow me, and you won't have to touch the ground with both feet in the future."

Song Yixian looked straight ahead without changing his face.

Liang Jincheng blushed, feeling that this person was a bit shameless, "How many years do you think you can hold me like this? When you get old and can't hold me anymore, what should you do?"

Song Yixian looked down at the woman in his arms, and said, "Not to mention whether I can hug you when I'm old, we still have a son, we will have a younger son and daughter in the future, and they can hug you too."

When the child's question was mentioned, Liang Jincheng's eyes flickered with darkness.

Except for Song Yingrui, she lost a child without knowing it...

Liang Jincheng didn't know how to tell Song Yixian about this matter. Her mind is not very clear now, and she has to deal with many things.

After everything is clarified, let Song Yixian analyze it.

The first thing to solve...that is Shen Chen!

Song Yixian hugged one big one and one small one, and put them gently on the bed.

The little guy rolled into the bed consciously, leaving room for Liang Jincheng.

Then the little guy turned over, pouted his mouth, and shouted: "Dad, Mom!"

As soon as she shouted, Liang Jincheng felt sweet in his heart.

With such a lovely son and such a good husband, as Song Yixian said, she has absolutely no reason to leave them.

After Song Yixian got on the bed from the other side, he sandwiched Song Yingrui in the middle of the bed.

Liang Jincheng squeezed her palms, a little nervous, and said slowly: "I want to see Shen Chen, I want to talk to him."

(End of this chapter)