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

Chapter 27 Someone, Let Her Feel Bad
Song Yingrui stared at Song Yixian, and slowly raised his eyebrows, "Dad, I said that the love between me and Xiaocheng has nothing to do with age. You can't object to us being together just because Xiaocheng is older than me."

Song Yixian turned his gaze from Song Yingrui to the soup bowl that He Ma gave him.

"The taste is really good. Dr. Liang has brought a lot. You can drink a little, sir."

Song Yixian took the bowl, and the hot juice in it was covered with a thin layer of oily flowers, and it was especially beautiful with the gorgeous goji berries and red dates.

The curling water vapor carried a fragrance, rushing into his nostrils.

Gave him an appetite.

Blowing away the goji berries floating on the soup, he took a sip lightly, the soup swelled in his mouth, and praised: "It tastes good."

Song Yingrui raised his elbow, took a sip of the soup, then babbled twice, and proudly raised his head, "That's for sure, don't see who made it."

"You didn't do it."

"What Xiaocheng makes is not what I make, what's the difference? If you say you want to drink, I can ask Xiaocheng to make it for me every day."

Song Yixian glanced at Song Yingrui leisurely, "What's the reason?"

"reason?"

"There is no relationship between her and you, so why do you do it every day?"

Song Yingrui was taken aback, his face showed embarrassment, and he rested his small hand on his chin, "That's right, it seems to make sense..."

But he felt that his father liked Xiaocheng's soup very much. As the saying goes, if you want to grab a man's heart, you must first grab the man's stomach. He also wants to grab Song Yixian's heart and make him agree to be with Xiaocheng.

He also didn't want to make a private decision with Xiaocheng for the rest of his life, so Xiaocheng would be too wronged.

"Hey, what can I do?" The little guy sighed deeply.

Song Yixian slowly drank the soup in the bowl, then put the bowl down, and said lightly: "Pretending to be cute is not what you are best at!"

Song Yingrui let out a disgusted "Hey": I'm a big man, how can I pretend to be cute. "

"Then go pretend to be pitiful."

"Unless you first admit that you really want to drink the soup made by Xiaocheng, I will pretend to be pitiful!"

Song Yixian glanced at him, with a deep look in his eyes: "Even if you pretend to be pitiful, she won't do it for you."

"Who said that, I'll ask Xiaocheng to make another one for me tomorrow."

……

Early the next morning, after Song Yingrui left Professor Zhang, he left Mother He and went to the pharmacy alone.

When Liang Jincheng was sorting out the list at his desk, he saw the little curly hair in front of the counter, and smiled faintly: "Why are you here? Are you feeling better?"

Song Yingrui poked out his little head slowly, his skin was as white as snow, his face was still sick, but it was much better than yesterday when he was on the stretcher.

Song Yingrui stood on tiptoe, his big eyes fluttered up and down, and the long and curly eyelashes looked extraordinarily attractive.

Hands like glutinous rice balls handed over a prescription.

Liang Jincheng took the prescription, which clearly indicated the name of the drug: Compound Cyclophosphamide Tablets, Recombinant Human Interferon for Injection, Azathioprine Tablets and other commonly used drugs for leukemia patients.

"Wait for me for a while, I'll help you get the medicine."

After she finished speaking, she got up to get the medicine, even though the medicine should not be taken on Liang Jincheng's table.

Liang Jincheng packed the medicine, and Song Yingrui sat where she had been sitting just now.

The two calves swayed back and forth in the air, with a harmless and innocent smiling face.

She walked over and squatted in front of him, "Yesterday, I'm sorry."

Regarding returning the snacks, her explanation may be too forced for children. After all, children's thinking is always very simple. They only know that they will accept if they like it, and reject it if they don't like it.

Song Yingrui lowered his head, thinking of the three words his father said when he was leaving, "pretend to be pitiful", so he pursed his small mouth, pretending to be deep and said: "Xiaocheng, you don't have to say sorry, I didn't Use, the body is too poor."

Her heart twitched, and then she calmed down, then reached out and touched Song Yingrui's small face, which was round and soft, but there was already a bit of handsomeness between her eyebrows and eyes.

"How could it be?" Liang Jincheng comforted her softly, with a smile on her face, "Didn't Professor Zhang say that he has found a bone marrow match, and after surgery, you will be fully recovered."

"Hopefully it will be all right."

The child's strong appearance made her eyes a little sour. As a doctor, how could she not know how difficult leukemia is to treat.

Even if a suitable bone marrow is found, whether there will be rejection after the operation can only be determined by fate.

"Xiao Cheng, yesterday's soup was delicious."

"As long as you like it, making soup is very simple. You can tell your father to make these things for you."

"He won't do it for me." Song Yingrui pouted.

Liang Jincheng was startled: "What's the matter?"

"My father has a woman he likes, and he doesn't care about me at all, and that woman wants to have a baby, so my father hangs out with that woman every day, how can he have time to care about me." He said pitifully, not at all. It's not like a lie.

Liang Jincheng frowned, thinking of Song Yixian's outrageous behavior towards her that night, her heart was inexplicably hot.

"After I got sick, he didn't see me a few times, and every time he said that he was too busy with work, but I knew he was with that woman. He would always call him when he was eating with me, so that He left the hospital earlier, although I was very angry and unhappy, but there was nothing I could do, who made my father like that woman, I always hope that my father is happy."

Song Yingrui said such words in a very sensible way.

But it was Liang Jincheng who began to doubt Song Yixian's character.

While liking women, he is still flirting outside, how big is this man's heart?

God knows how many other women Song Yixian has flirted with besides her.

"Ying Rui, don't be sad."

"Xiao Cheng, I'm not sad. Really, compared to my father who doesn't love me, I prefer the soup Xiao Cheng made for me." He went straight to the point, with clear and delicate eyes.

Liang Jincheng froze for a moment, then smiled knowingly at him, "I promise you, as long as I have free time, I will cook soup for you, is that okay?"

Song Yingrui finally had a slight smile on his face, and stretched out his little finger, as happy as a sunflower: "Lagou, we've made a deal."

"Okay." She stretched out her right little finger, hooked it on Song Yinrui's smaller little finger, and agreed to his request.

When Song Yingrui left, he bounced back.

Because, the goal is achieved.

It's just that Liang Jincheng suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting that she shouldn't have agreed so quickly just now.

Because, a certain person made her feel bad.

……

When Liang Jincheng went home to cook soup, Lin Weiran leaned against the door frame with an indifferent expression on his face, "Why did you cook soup for that brat again?"

Liang Jincheng replied while chopping vegetables, "You also have a share in the soup, or it can be made for you."

"Then I'm only able to maintain my health because of the honor of that brat." Lin Weiran approached her, and then put an invitation card on the stove, "I took it from the door early in the morning. I didn't want to show it to you, but I think this Things, I still want to let you know."

Liang Jincheng paused for a moment, then turned to the pink invitation card. The gold-edged ribbon on the invitation card had been torn apart, and there were a few large characters inside that pierced her eyes.

"Shen Chen" and "Liu Susu"!
Liang Jincheng's face turned cold, and she slapped her knife hand, "Why did you invite me to their engagement banquet?"

"Of course it's a monster!" Lin Weiran snorted, "You two haven't divorced yet, so Liu Susu can't wait."

"She can do this, there must be people who are used to it."

"Is someone used to it? Shen Chen? Or his mother and sister?" Lin Weiran asked, looking at the cutting board inadvertently. For dogs and men, why chop yourself up?"

Lin Weiran quickly picked up the hand on the cutting board and stuffed it under the faucet.

The biting cold water made her wound red and swollen, and blood gushed out. Lin Weiran wanted to scold her a few words, but saw her tightly pursing her pale lips.

Sighing in my heart, "It's good not to get divorced, why make them happy."

"It's come to this point, Shen Chen will bring it up sooner or later." Her voice was very soft, as if only she could hear it.

"Didn't Shen Chen mention divorce yet? What are you in a hurry for?" Shen Chen never mentioned divorce, but he never admitted their marriage.

Liang Jincheng looked up at Lin Weiran, "Of course, do you think I'm going to be entangled with him for the rest of my life?"

"If you don't get entangled, how can you be reconciled? If you love someone, you can give up just by giving up."

"No matter how much he hurts you, you will always have a reason in your heart to justify any of his actions. For example, this time Liu Susu and Shen Chen got engaged. You must be wondering if Yan Qingqiu forced Shen to get engaged."

"Liu Susu is pregnant, and you will think that Liu Susu may have planned it. If he dislikes you, you will also blame yourself for not being able to keep yourself clean..."

It was because Liang Jincheng loved Shen Shen, the man she had loved for so many years, that she was able to turn all subjective factors into objective factors, as if everything Shen did had nothing to do with Shen himself.

She followed him when she was 15 years old, and now she is 25 years old, a full ten years, how many ten years in her life can she be so willful.

That was almost her entire youth.

Before the surrogacy incident, Shen Shen had noticed Lin Weiran's kindness to Liang Jincheng, and it was precisely because of her goodness that Liang Jincheng had persisted until now.

"Despair is only possible when all hope is shattered."

Lin Weiran looked at her empty eyes and felt distressed, "Even despair can be remembered forever, I think you should shift your mind."

"Do you want to go on a blind date for me again?" Liang Jincheng smiled faintly, suppressing the emotion on her face.

"This is helping you escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

"Then leave it for a while, you can introduce a good blind date to me, maybe you can fall in love at first sight."

This was the first time Lin Weiran heard that Liang Jincheng agreed to a blind date, her eyes sparkled, "Then I'll arrange it for you as soon as possible?"

Liang Jincheng nodded lightly, "You can do whatever you want."

"What do you think of the kid's father?"

Liang Jincheng was startled, frowned and said, "It sucks, don't do that."

(End of this chapter)