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

Chapter 28 Okay, I'll Support You

For a week in a row, Song Yingrui drank the soup made by Liang Jincheng himself.

Every time I drink a bowl, I feel that I haven't drunk enough every time, and the portion seems not as much as the first time.

Thinking about it, it might be that cooking soup was too tiring. Xiaocheng might not have done much, so she didn't care. After all, Song Yingrui was already very satisfied after drinking a bowl every day.

"Mom He, did Dad say when to come and see me?" Song Yingrui took a sip of the soup and said.

"Sir is so busy, it's hard to say, or you can call him and ask him to come and see you."

Song Yingrui snorted, "I don't want it, I didn't miss him, I just wanted to tell him that Xiaocheng cooks soup for me every day, and I want to make him, a single dog, envious and jealous."

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely tell my husband that Dr. Liang made soup for you." Mama He smiled, and she was very happy when she mentioned Dr. Liang. Whether Dr. Liang is a child bride-in-law for the young master or a sequel for the husband, he is always the same. pretty good.

As long as Dr. Liang doesn't dislike this father and son, it will be fine!
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In the evening, Song Yixian went to the hospital, drank a bowl of soup served by He Ma, and left Song Yingrui's ward.

Went to the hospital pharmacy.

From a distance, I could see the dim lights of the pharmacy.

He paced over with very light steps, leaned against the eaves of the door, and searched the room until he saw that beautiful figure.

A few strands of hair were strewn about in a mess on her pretty face, she stretched out her little finger, and gently hooked it behind the delicate ears.

Under the light blue light of the computer, the eyelashes cast a shadow, and the facial features are exquisite like a person in a painting.

Liang Jincheng stared at the computer with sour eyes. She worked overtime for a few days in a row to sort out the resignation handover of Shen's company, so she left behind the hospital work.

In the past few days, one is to make up for the work of the previous few days, and the other is to cook soup for Song Yingrui every day because of guilt, and always stay up late.

Now, the body is very tired, but the things in the head are much less.

At least, I seldom think of Shen Shen.

It's just that every time I think of Song Yingrui, the shadow of Song Yixian always flashes in my head.

She rubbed her temples, then stretched her waist. When her eyes were looking around for relief, she suddenly saw a dark shadow at the door.

She was startled, thinking that she had misread, and observed carefully again.

The tall figure close to the top frame of the door leaned back, with his arms half rolled up in his pockets.

After meeting those glazed eyes, the man stood upright and walked towards her, like a walking man-made work of art.

Liang Jincheng froze for a moment, the man had already walked in front of her.

Startled, she stood up from the chair and bumped into the table, so that the ballpoint pen on the table rolled to the ground, "You, what are you doing here?"

"Come and see you." The tone is elegant and the voice is low.

That said, it is natural and generous.

But why come to see her!
Liang Jincheng pursed her lips slightly, always feeling that the visitor was uneasy and kind.

Song Yixian bent down slowly, stretched out his slender fingers, picked up the ballpoint pen, and handed it to her.

Thinking of the soup she made for Song Yingrui in the past few days, she felt a little guilty, and instead of taking the pen, she said, "That soup..."

She was explaining, but was interrupted by him, "The soup is delicious, I like it."

Liang Jincheng's face suddenly turned red.

The inexplicable emotion in her heart made her tense up instantly.

"The soup is delicious, I like it." It sounds like she made soup for him specially.

No one took the pen in Song Yixian's hand, so he placed it on the table without hesitation, revealing elegance and sensuality in every move.

"Ying Rui is not in good health, I made it specially for him." She was correcting the meaning of his words.

"Ying Rui is well taken care of by you, I am very satisfied."

Liang Jincheng frowned slightly, and looked up at the person in front of her, feeling that something was right, but there was something wrong.

Caring about Ying Rui is her business, why should he be satisfied.

"Ying Rui is very cute, I should care about him." She explained, afraid that he might misunderstand again.

"It seems that you have fully accepted Ying Rui."

Liang Jincheng lightly clenched her palms into fists, but she didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. What does it mean to accept Ying Rui?
"Mr. Song..." Liang Jincheng raised her voice, trying to interrupt him, but she heard what he said ahead of her.

"Start today, be my woman!"

Liang Jincheng blushed up to her ears in an instant.

But definitely not shy, but angry.

"Mr. Song, how many times do I need to say that I don't mean that to you." This man must be suffering from paranoia.

"Well, as long as I'm interested in you." His words were relaxed and ordinary, and his generous capital gave him an innate sense of superiority.

"But I'm married. Does Mr. Song even want to get involved with married women?" Song Yixian would not be unaware of the fact that she was married. On the first day he met him, he met Yan Qingqiu and Shen Xiaoya .

"It's okay, I can wait for your divorce."

She felt that he stood in front of her, condescending, like an invincible king, overlooking her, as if overlooking his subjects, proudly.

"You are so sure that I will divorce!"

"I'm better than that man." He was sure of this.

Thinking that there were other women beside him, Liang Jincheng smiled, "So you want me to be one of your many lovers?"

"Many?" Song Yixian frowned.

"You have countless lovers, but Mrs. Song's position is still vacant all these years. I don't care what you have investigated about me and how much you know about me. Even if you know the misfortune of my current marriage, at least I am his wife, no Lover, how can you be better than him."

"But when did I say I want you to be my lover?" Lover is not a compliment, Song Yixian knows this very well, "If you divorce, I will marry you."

Liang Jincheng was stunned, forced herself to calm down quickly, and took a deep breath, "I am no longer a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, such tricks of coaxing people are really not suitable for me."

The so-called sweet talk is nothing more than a means to the end.

Let her divorce, Song Yixian will marry her?how can that be possible!
How could a kid from a rich family accept a divorced woman even if he was married twice.

"Are you so unconfident about yourself?" He asked back in a soft voice, which made her look dumbfounded, and then she heard him say, "Don't doubt my vision."

Only then did she realize that behind her self-confidence and pride was a thick skin, thicker than a city wall.

"Mr. Song, I don't like you." She straightened her back and refused completely, "Is this reason enough?"

Not only did she dislike him, she even disliked him a little bit.

She hates playful people, men with lovers, and even rich people who don't care about their families and children.

All her dislikes were brought into full play on this man.

Song Yixian narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked straight at her clear pupils. The black crystal body was himself, and there was a trace of tension, fear and disgust in it!
The water in his eyes was flowing, his eyes were deep and burning, and his words were still gentle and ordinary, "It's okay, feelings... can be cultivated."

Liang Jincheng paused, while Song Yixian stretched out his long arms and wrapped them around her waist.

"What are you doing..." With her exclamation, her body rose into the air, and she was picked up and sat on the table.

The stool in front of the table was kicked away by him, and he leaned over to press her down.

Realizing her own danger, Liang Jincheng suddenly raised her hand to push, but his wrist was caught in the palm of his hand.

Her hands were held behind his back by him the next moment.

"Let me go...uh..."

Song Yixian kissed her again.

She widened her eyes and tried to resist, but her whole body was imprisoned and she couldn't move.

He could only watch helplessly as the man in front of him violated him.

Between the lips and teeth is the faint scent of tobacco brought by him.

He stood between her knees, intimate.

The zero-distance contact made Liang Jincheng burn up all over.

Just when the teeth between the jaws were about to avenge their shame, Song Yixian got up and left her lips.

There are warnings in the brown glazed eyes, "If you swear at others, be careful, I will take you here."

"You are shameless." She not only wanted to curse, but also wanted to hit someone.

This person came once, and came a second time, what did he think of her.

"There are many women who approach me, but they will definitely not affect you."

"Mr. Song is good at it." Liang Jincheng frowned, full of disdain. She never thought it was something to be proud of being able to make many women get along peacefully.

Song Yixian raised his eyebrows, and there was a gloomy look on Jun's face.

With a cold face, she was very impatient, "This is a hospital, not your home, let me go."

"Did no one tell you that this hospital belongs to my family?"

Liang Jincheng was taken aback for a moment, then pursed her lips, "Then I will resign tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll take care of you." He said cheerfully.

"I don't need it." If she knew that this hospital belonged to Song Yixian, she would not have come to work here in the morning.

Song Yixian stopped answering and just looked at her quietly.

The delicate wrist is in his palm, like a soft porridge. You can't use strong force, but you can't let go.

She stared at him with shame and indignation, her nose widened slightly, her breathing was a little heavy, and the sound of air currents spread in the air, which was unexpectedly a little more ambiguous.

Song Yixian looked at the red lips that he had eaten, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

She wanted to lighten her fragrance, but Liang Jincheng in front of her was not a drunken and docile white rabbit, but a crazy kitten.

He wanted to pounce on him and kill him all the time.

"Ring ring ring..." The office landline rang.

The sudden sound broke the silence.

"Ring, ring, ring..." Several urgings upset Song Yixian.

"I want to answer the phone." She gritted her teeth and said, enduring the heat in her heart.

Song Yixian turned to the phone, still did not let go of her hand, and turned on the speaker with one free hand.

"Is it Jincheng?"

An intimate call came from the other end of the phone, Liang Jincheng was startled, her face flushed red, she was inexplicably nervous.

(End of this chapter)