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

Chapter 292 Song Jingjing

In Toronto in March, everything came back to life, the snow that had filled the entire winter gradually melted, and there was a gradually warm atmosphere on Lake Ontario.

The weather finally became warmer. When the temperature rose to ten degrees for the first time, people stepped out of the room, mostly gathered by the park or on the path, enjoying the spring in twos and threes.

The bright sunlight poured down from overhead, almost warming the whole world.

Song Jingjing was standing on the balcony with a cup of coffee. Looking out from the window on the second floor, there were gradually crowds of people on the road.The children in the nearby community gathered together to play football, and there was laughter on the opposite lawn.

She looked at the side for a long time, but there was no smile on her delicate face like the children outside.There is always a touch of deep sadness permeating his brows and eyes.

"It's getting warmer."

There was a rustling sound behind her. After getting along with her all year round, she didn't even need to look back to know who the other party was.

So the movement of drinking coffee paused slightly.

"Would you like to go down for a stroll?"

Song Jingjing finally turned around, listening to the gentle voice in his ear, his face softened a little.

Behind her was a man in a wheelchair. Compared with always hiding himself in a heating room in winter, Song Beilang's mood seemed to be better in spring.Now I even offer to go down for a walk.

Song Jingjing forced a smile, she was a bit reluctant at first, but seeing the man's Qingjun face, she finally nodded.

She always knew that she could not refuse any request from this man.

Wrapped in his coat, he took the initiative to push the wheelchair.

She seems to be used to this kind of movement, and she doesn't feel tired, but maintains a rhythm, walking slowly on the path as if taking a walk.

Having lived in Toronto for a long time, Maple Leaf Country is naturally famous for its maple leaves.It's just that in this season, the maple leaves are not yet red, and we can't see the fiery red one.Even the landscape trees on both sides of the road are mostly dead branches.

A few buds are slowly blooming, and it seems that there is a bit of vitality in the artistic conception.

Song Jingjing walked very slowly. A group of children were playing on the football field next to her, so she simply pushed them over.

Looking at the lively children inside through the iron fence.

"Crack." Just as the two of them stopped, something rolled down at their feet. Song Jingjing lowered her head, just in time to see the football rolling down from the side.

Not in the stadium, but some younger children playing around.

Three or five people, chasing a ball and running around, often chasing for a long time but can't even touch the ball.

"Sister, please help me kick the ball over."

Song Jingjing raised her eyebrows, bent down to pick up the football, but did not throw it over immediately, but handed it to the man beside her, "Brother, come on."

"How can that uncle kick without feet..."

"He obviously has it, but he's just sick."

The two children discussed in a soft voice separated by a distance of several meters.

Although there is no meaning of ridicule, the words are always unpleasant.

Song Beilang's complexion changed, and his gentle face soon sank. He threw the football out with some displeasure, put his hands on the wheelchair, and turned to leave.

But Song Jingjing stood behind him, her little face was full of determination, "Brother..."

"go back."

He didn't like to talk at all, and this time he was very brief. Sitting in a wheelchair all year round, his original vigor was gradually worn down, but his temper was finally a little different from before. It seemed that he had become more... Moody.

Song Jingjing was patient and simply squatted beside him.

"Brother, you let me out."

She was aggrieved, "Didn't you like playing football before? Now here is the ball for you."

"Brother, let's try to treat it, maybe it will get better soon. At that time, no matter what you want to do..."

"To shut up."

The man lost his patience, and deep furrows formed in his brows. Then he turned around quickly and pushed the wheelchair forward by himself.

As for Song Jingjing, he could only stomp his feet to chase after him, and within a few steps he was already in front of him, his little face was full of displeasure.

The corners of her mouth twitched, trying to say something but she couldn't say it after all.

The man in front of him moved faster and faster. He stayed in the wheelchair for a long time. Even if he was not proficient, he became more and more familiar with the operation now.

It didn't take long to reach the side of the road, where there were very few vehicles and no sidewalks.

With a gloomy face, the man walked forward without thinking...

The wheelchair is very fast, and it can't even stop at a critical moment.

And Song Beilang never thought that there would be a car with a speed of 80 on this small road in front of his house...

The sharp horn sounded, and the parents who were guarding the children quickly stopped the children and scolded them not to walk on the road at will.

As for Song Beilang who was still in the middle of the road, he stayed in place all of a sudden.

His hand landed on the wheelchair operating lever, but at this moment, he didn't know how to move at all...

The world seemed to stand still.

Until the next moment, a powerful force came from behind, and someone pushed him hard, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and let him slide towards the opposite side together with the wheelchair...

There was an exaggerated screeching of brakes behind him.

Sharp, piercing.

Song Beilang clenched his fingers tightly, and for a moment he almost didn't dare to turn his head, for fear that the moment he turned around, he would see the most frightening picture in his mind.

But in the end, a sharp quarrel drew his attention back.

"shit!"
Someone was scolding, he turned around suddenly, and saw the girl who had fallen to the ground.

Song Jingjing was obviously a little frightened, the blood on her small face was completely gone, replaced by paleness.

Even his fingers were trembling, and when the other party scolded, he suddenly raised his face, "You still curse when you bump into someone? Do you know the speed limit here!"

The other party was a little confused, as if he hadn't expected Song Jingjing's fierceness.

She quickly patted the dust and stood up from the ground, looking quite like a shrew, pointing at the young man with yellow hair and reprimanded severely, "There are children beside me, are you driving so fast to seek death? If you are looking for death, please don't take it with you." How are the others?"

Song Jingjing couldn't care less about her image, even though she knew that many people were looking at her, she only cared about venting.

But she didn't notice that behind her, someone was staring in this direction intently, and only secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw how angry she was reasoning with others.

He took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Yes, Lawyer Zhang, I'm afraid I need to trouble you to come and deal with it."

"Well, there was a little accident."

After the words fell, he hung up the phone, but the person slowly moved to the side.

Until he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the angry blushing woman with thick neck.

"Okay, let's go home first."

"The lawyer will be here soon, you two can wait."

?He looked up at the other person indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes.

The yellow-haired young man froze for a moment, inexplicably confused.

He looked around, only to realize that there were people all around him, and even some children who were not as tall as his waist were pointing at him.

Immediately, he felt a little angry, and suddenly raised his chin, looking at the man in the wheelchair in front of him...

"She wasn't hurt at all! This is Pengci, you Chinese, you like Pengci the most!"

"Hello? There must be a limit to nonsense..."

Song Jingjing was outraged, he had never seen such an unreasonable person.

She still wanted to say something, but her wrist was held by someone, so she froze, and slowly lowered her eyes, "Brother."

The man did not speak, but his eyes deepened little by little, like the snow that had just melted in winter, and it was so cold that it was frightening. Cold water, cool from head to sole.

"The speed limit on this road is 40? There is a camera 500 meters ahead. The place you just passed is about 100 meters. It is an intersection. There are speed cameras to take pictures."

"According to Canadian law, speeding in a residential area and honking the horn, and hitting a pedestrian, can be punished by three days of imprisonment or 200 Canadian dollars."

"gentlemen."

Song Beilang hadn't finished speaking when someone finally rushed over, followed by the police by his side.

"Sorry sir, it's late."

"It was you, who hurt my lady. We are now prosecuting according to the law for traffic accident and insult to personality."

The other party looked shocked, "Personality insult?"

Attorney Zhang nodded, with a serious face, coughed lightly, and said seriously, "? Just 10 minutes ago, you slandered my lady for possibly engaging in the behavior of touching porcelain. You know, in China, touching porcelain Such behavior is despicable!"

"Okay, let's go to the bureau and talk."

Seeing the displeasure on Song Beilang's face again, lawyer Zhang reacted quickly and urged the police to take him away.

On the other side, the traffic police who hadn't figured out who was responsible for the accident were getting the video, but when they turned around, they found that the other party had followed silently...

He shrugged and motioned for the others to go back with the video.

Here, personal insults and racial discrimination are much more serious than speeding...

……

It took only half an hour to go out, and I didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

Song Jingjing changed her shoes by the door, turned around and walked into the room, "I'm going to change some clothes, they got dirty just now."

"Ah."

Song Beilang nodded, but his eyes kept looking in the direction she left.

……

In the room, Song Jingjing had just taken a shower, and when she fell to the ground, her clothes were scratched at the elbow.Then I changed into home clothes by the way.

Lighter and more comfortable.

She casually rolled up her hair and looked around...

This is what Song Beilang saw when he opened the door.

The girl was bending over to look for something in the drawer, half kneeling on the floor with her buttocks up, and she was getting deeper and deeper because she couldn't find what she needed...

She happened to be wearing a skirt, and now looking in from Song Beilang's perspective, she could vaguely see those white and slender legs, as well as... something that shouldn't be seen.

"cough!"

He coughed lightly, and Song Jingjing finally realized it.

At first, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he immediately realized how wrong his current posture was.

With an exclamation, he stood up almost reflexively.But he didn't expect that there was a cabinet above his head, so he accidentally bumped into it.

With a "bang", she screamed again, and squatted on the ground because of the pain.

Song Beilang approached quickly, the wheelchair made a rustling sound on the floor, and stopped in front of her a few seconds later, frowning, "Why are you so careless?"

"It's not because you...don't knock when you come in."

Song Beilang smiled, he didn't know that this girl just walked around the house dressed like this after taking a bath, and didn't pay attention to her appearance at all.But he also knew that it was not appropriate to blame her for the current situation, so he just stretched out his hand and spread his palm over her head.

Knead slowly.

His hand strength was very light, and the strength he deliberately restrained, kneading Song Jingjing's sore spot was comfortable.

So he squatted obediently in front of him, with his hands on his knees...

Like a poor kitten.

Song Beilang squinted his eyes, and there was a thin luster in his black eyes, which only contained Song's exquisite appearance.

From his angle, he can just see the slender neck. Under the faint light, the skin can be broken, and the tiny blood vessels can almost be seen, and the whole person is squatting in front of him, without the slightest defense, the small earlobes Because of the shock just now, he was congested and flushed.

He couldn't help it, and moved his finger down to touch...

(End of this chapter)