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

Chapter 235

"Last night, he was quite a good person. This morning's ward round, he died suddenly for no reason. Before that, it was not found that the patient had a history of heart disease!"

The nurse was walking in the hallway, talking about what happened this morning.

Another doctor said: "Has the patient's family notified?"

The nurse said: "No, he said he has no family members. That person's home seems to be in a very remote village, and he hasn't contacted his family members for many years. This person is withdrawn and has no friends, so no one knows the specific situation of the family. .”

"That's really pitiful. The one who celebrates Chinese New Year got into a car accident."

When Liang Jincheng passed the corridor carrying the black chicken soup she had made, she heard the conversation of the nurse and doctor beside her.

Perhaps it was a trend of curiosity, Liang Jincheng interrupted involuntarily and asked, "Is the person you are talking about the injured who was brought in yesterday?"

The nurse and the doctor glanced at each other and felt that there was nothing to hide, so they nodded: "Yes, it was the wounded who came in yesterday. Didn't another wounded come in yesterday, and he lives in the front ward."

Liang Jincheng was startled, and the hand holding the soup shook, almost spilling the soup in the soup pot, "No, no way..."

The nurse added: "That person was sent to the morgue this morning. If you don't believe me, you can go and have a look."

Liang Jincheng pursed her lips, feeling that the nurse's attitude was not very good, so she stopped asking, smiled slightly, and went into the heavy ward.

……

In the morning, when Shen Shen woke up, a little furry boy was looking at him with his chin resting on his hands.

With a heavy temper, she doesn't like children very much.

Especially after remembering that this child was the one next to Liang Jincheng, I didn't like it even more.

He knew that the child in front of him was Song Yixian's own son.

Maybe Liang Jincheng will be called stepmother anytime.

Shen Shen said coldly: "Don't look at me, go and play wherever it's fun."

Song Yingrui shook his chubby face and said, "No, you are a patient, and Xiaocheng asked me to take good care of you."

Shen Chen was taken aback, then chuckled: "Let you take care of me, a little brat?"

Although Song Yingrui was young, he was smart, and he could hear a calm and yin-yang tone, "Don't look down on me."

Shen Shen snorted contemptuously, even if the whole head was wrapped in gauze and the face could not be seen, it still couldn't stop the deterrence that the man had: "I don't even look down on you, why do you make me look up to you, a brat? .”

Song Yingrui frowned. He didn't like Shen Shen's attitude when he spoke like this. He couldn't help thinking: Why is this person even more arrogant than my father?

Song Yingrui snorted, "I see, you're actually jealous, that's why you speak so sourly, I remember you, don't think I'll forget you when I'm young."

Shen Chen knows that the little boy in front of him is Song Yixian's son, but he doesn't remember when he met him.

I have never let go of what is on my mind, so how can I remember it.

Song Yingrui said: "You came to my house and had dinner with grandma, I remember."

Having said that, Shen Chen also remembered that he had indeed been to the Song family villa and had dinner with this kid.

Song Yingrui pouted, "I also remembered that grandma seemed to like you very much."

Song Yingrui's grandma is a very protective person, she will give you everything when she likes you, and she will give you nothing when she doesn't like you.

Grandma always does things according to her own preferences.

"Although I hate you a little, but thinking that my wife likes you, forget it, I don't hate you anymore, and since you saved me and Xiaocheng, I will still treat you better, Teacher Xiaocheng If you have done me better, you must know how to repay your kindness."

Shen Chen frowned, knowing who the "Little Orange" in the little guy's mouth was referring to without asking.

"You like her very much?" Shen Shen asked suddenly.

Song Yingrui was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Jin, Xiaocheng..."

Song Yingrui grinned, raised his chin, and nodded fiercely: "Of course, I like her."

The child's smug expression was uncomfortable in Shen Chen's eyes.

"What about your father?"

"My father?" Shen Chen didn't say the whole thing, and Song Yingrui couldn't understand immediately.

Shen Shen continued to add: "Then does your father like Xiao Cheng?"

Shen Chen didn't know why he asked such a question, but that's what he asked.

He wondered how that man's son would answer this question.

Song Yingrui thought for a while, shook his head, nodded again, and finally frowned, his little face was a little tangled, "My father is very strange, I think he sometimes likes Xiaocheng, and sometimes he doesn't like Xiaocheng. Orange, hard to say."

It is said that a woman's heart is like a needle under the sea, and Song Yingrui felt that his father's heart was hidden deeper than the needle under the sea.

Shen Chen raised his gaze from Song Yingrui to the woman standing at the door.

Liang Jincheng was still wearing the knitted sweater and woolen jacket from yesterday, paired with black pencil pants and short leather boots.

He was neat and tidy, and his hair was tied into a ponytail with a rubber band.

The ponytail was tied casually, and the hair on her forehead and temples was scattered on her cheeks on both sides, but it didn't look messy, on the contrary, it was very comfortable.

"Uncle, what are you looking at?"

Song Yingrui asked suspiciously, turned around and followed Shen Shen's gaze to find Liang Jincheng, the little man sitting on the small stool immediately jumped down, and ran to Liang Jincheng's side with a flutter, "Xiao Cheng, you Come back, I listened to you and took care of the patients."

Liang Jincheng smiled slightly, and Shen Shen couldn't move his eyes from the sweet smile.

Liang Jincheng brought the soup to the table, then reached out and rubbed the top of the child's hair, and said gently: "Ying Rui is very good, as a reward, let's have soup together later, okay?"

Of course Song Yingrui said "yes", he felt that he hadn't eaten something delicious for several days, and his stomach was always hungry.

Liang Jincheng opened the box containing the soup, and a gust of steam came out of it.

Song Yingrui took a deep breath, praised Lianlian: "Wow, it smells so good, Xiaocheng, did you make this yourself?"

Liang Jincheng smiled and said, "That's right, you don't know that most of the shops outside have been closed."

So this black-bone chicken soup was made by her deliberately going to the supermarket to buy black-bone chicken, and then slowly cooking it at home.

It also added Chinese patent medicines such as angelica, wolfberry, red dates and so on to nourish qi and blood.

"Xiaocheng, it's great. It's been a long time since Ying Rui had the soup made by Xiaocheng himself. Can I eat more later?"

Liang Jincheng replied: "Of course."

In addition, I took two small bowls from the handy bag.

First served Song Yingrui a bowl, and told him, "Eat slowly, it's very hot."

Then filled a new bowl and sent it to Shen Chen who was lying on the hospital bed over there.

Shen Shen's face was covered with gauze, because the violent collision during the car accident shattered the glass, and the glass shards cut the skin. The doctor was afraid that the patient would not be able to take care of himself, so he simply tied gauze all over. It is easy to leave scars.

"Have some soup." Liang Jincheng put the bowl and spoon on the bedside table.

Shen Shen looked at her indifferently, without saying a word.

When Liang Jincheng turned around to accompany Song Yingrui, she noticed the heavy hand that was also wrapped in gauze.

With his appearance, he couldn't drink the soup by himself.

Liang Jincheng pursed her lips and stopped in her tracks.

"I saw it too. My hands are all bandaged. I want to drink. Can you help me?"

The current Shen Chen, his whole body, probably only his mouth is not injured.

His left leg and right hand were cast in plaster, and there were countless large and small wounds on his body.

Specifically, Shen Shen was considered a critically ill patient.

"En." Liang Jincheng would not refuse, after all, Shen Chen was injured because he saved himself and Song Yingrui.

This is what she owed him.

It should be paid.

Liang Jincheng used a spoon to poke away the light layer of oil on the surface of the bowl, put aside the onion and wolfberry, scooped up a spoonful of white soup and handed it to his thin lips.

Shen Shen looked at him, with various unknown emotions in his eyes.

But under the gauze, he could see that his eyes were flushed.

He opened his mouth slightly, and she slowly sent the soup in.

He drank the soup heavily, pursed his lips, and put the warm soup in his mouth to savor it slowly.

It was a smell that had passed for a long, long time.

When he met Liang Jincheng, she didn't know how to make soup.

Later, Liang Jincheng knew how to make soup, but he didn't cherish it... Only a little of the soup that he had made countless times in the past four years entered his stomach.

Her craftsmanship is getting better and better, but the number of times she makes soup for him is also getting less and less.

If it hadn't been for the accident yesterday, I'm afraid I would never be able to taste her craftsmanship again in this life.

Liang Jincheng fed it spoon by spoon, and he drank it spoon by spoon.

Liang Jincheng fed her heartlessly, but he drank with relish.

It was just that there was a sudden, heavy cough, and finally he couldn't bear the temperature of the soup, but he spit out the mouthful of soup on the bed.

Some soup splashed onto the back of Liang Jincheng's hand.

The sudden tingling made Liang Jincheng subconsciously feel the temperature of the soup.

Panicked, Liang Jincheng wiped his mouth with a tissue, only to find that two large blisters had formed around his mouth.

Liang Jincheng's face turned pale instantly, "Don't you know what to say?"

"I'm sorry." Shen Shen said lightly, with a smile on his blistered mouth.

It was rare that Liang Jincheng was still nervous about him.

"I'm sorry, you're not wrong, it's my fault." Liang Jincheng frowned, feeling very sad.

She just wanted to let him finish drinking quickly, and didn't think the soup was too hot.

However, just a second ago, she also said to Song Yingrui, "Be careful, drink slowly".

Shen Chen didn't care, he had suffered, but he was happy. He was very happy to see Liang Jincheng's expression.

Sincerely happy.

Because for Shen Chen, many things are already extravagant expectations.

(End of this chapter)