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

Chapter 295 The Person I Like Is Liang Jincheng

After Song Yancheng and Liu Ying came that time, Lin Jingcheng was wronged.

He's mother said that she wanted to call Song Yixian and tell Song Yixian about it, but Lin Jingcheng refused.

Lin Jingcheng said: "He must be on a business trip. There must be a lot of troubles. It's better not to tell him. After all, they are father and son. Even if the relationship is not good, it can't be because I have a bad relationship."

After hearing this, He's mother also felt that what Lin Jingcheng said was quite reasonable.

There can be gaps between father and son, but they cannot have anything to do with Lin Jingcheng.

Mama He could only listen to Lin Jingcheng's words, but said nothing to anyone.

When Song Yingrui came back at night, he saw some red marks on Lin Jingcheng's face, so he couldn't help asking what happened to Lin Jingcheng.

Lin Jingcheng said the words he had prepared a long time ago: "When I went down the stairs, I didn't pay attention, fell down from the stairs, and accidentally hit my face."

Song Yingrui hurriedly asked concerned: "Is there any discomfort in Xiao Cheng, do you want to see a doctor?"

Lin Jingcheng said: "It's okay, it's just a little injury, don't make such a fuss."

Song Yingrui felt relieved after hearing Lin Jingcheng say it was all right.

Soon after, a bright smile appeared on that nervous little face, "Xiao Cheng, let me tell you, Hua Hua will be back tomorrow, you will definitely like Hua Hua."

Lin Jingcheng was surprised: "Huahua?"

Song Yingrui giggled: "It's the dog that has been with me for two or three years. It's the dog of love between me and the girl I like."

Lin Jingcheng knew about the token of love, and it was the first time she had heard of the token of love.

"When will Huahua come back?"

"Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, at the latest, the day after tomorrow will definitely come."

The little guy was very excited. He hadn't seen Huahua for a long time, and he missed it.

Thinking that Song Yingrui has a girl he likes at such a young age, Lin Jingcheng can't help but lament that children are precocious nowadays.

As a stepmother, should she teach children to learn to stay away from puppy love, or should they let it develop naturally, fall in love when they want, love when they want to love?
Thinking about it is also a headache.

If Song Yixian knew that Song Yingrui had a girl he liked, what would he do?

Thinking about Song Yixian's thoughts, Lin Jingcheng felt that Song Yixian would definitely say: "If you like it, take it back and be a child bride."

Without holding back for a while, Lin Jingcheng burst out laughing.

Song Yingrui frowned, and scratched his ears with his little hands, "Xiao Cheng, what are you laughing at?"

Lin Jingcheng coughed lightly, and stopped laughing, "Then what, oh, by the way, who is the girl you like? Is it Han Keke?"

Han Keke, according to He Ma, is the class flower in Song Yingrui's class.

When it was Lin Jingcheng who asked by the way, who is the teacher in Song Yingrui's class?Without even thinking about it, Mother He said, of course it is our young master.

This class of flowers and class of grass is also a perfect match.

But Song Yingrui shook his head fiercely: "No, no, why do you all misunderstand that I like Han Keke, I don't like such naive little girls."

Lin Jingcheng didn't understand: "Childish little girls are cute. I've seen a group photo of your class. The little girl named Han Keke is very cute. Wearing a pink and tender skirt, she is indeed the prettiest girl in your class." girl."

Song Yingrui raised her head and hummed: "Well, I really have to admit that Han Ke is the prettiest girl in our class, but that doesn't mean she is the prettiest girl in our class, she will be the prettiest girl in our class." The most beautiful in my heart, the woman I like is the type of big sister who is gentle and generous, who can cook and take care of others."

Lin Jingcheng looked at Song Yingrui seriously.

Lin Jingcheng looked like he was talking serious nonsense.

Lin Jingcheng put away the expression on his face, and asked again: "So who is the girl you like?"

Song Yingrui pouted, "Do you really want to know?"

Lin Jingcheng didn't really want to know, he was just bored at home.

I heard Song Yingrui say again: "If you say you really want to know, I'll tell you and show you her picture."

Lin Jingcheng wasn't too interested in how serious a little boy's love can be, so he said that everything between her and Song Yixian felt like a dream.

Lin Jingcheng said: "Since you don't want to say it, and I don't want to force others to do it, then let's not say it."

However, Song Yingrui pulled Lin Jingcheng and said, "There's no such thing as forcing someone to do anything. I still want to tell you. After all, you are my stepmother, and you should be responsible for my love."

The corner of Lin Jingcheng's mouth twitched, feeling that it would be okay if he didn't listen, and couldn't help but regret why he teased Song Yingrui.

Lin Jingcheng straightened his face and said, "Okay then, tell me, I'll listen."

Song Yingrui saw that someone wanted to hear about his love history, his little face became excited, his little butt poked up, and then he jumped on the sofa and sat up, "The girl I like is tall and thin, who often wears white clothes. The woman in the clothes, her hair is black and beautiful, with the same natural curls as mine, and she is so beautiful, even my father, who is so picky, said she is beautiful."

A woman who can be praised by Song Yixian can imagine how beautiful she must be.

Lin Jingcheng nodded and continued to listen to Song Yingrui.

"She's a doctor, and she was married when I met her."

Lin Jingcheng was startled, she thought Ying Rui was talking about girls or something.

Seeing Lin Jingcheng's surprised expression, Song Yingrui sighed softly like an adult, "I knew you would be surprised, but it's okay, this kind of age difference is really difficult for ordinary people to accept, she is 20 years older than me , more than ten years younger than my father, but age will not be a problem in our love, of course, height will not be... I, Song Yingrui, will grow taller in the future, even taller than my father."

Lin Jingcheng stared at him blankly, suddenly found it interesting, and wanted to continue listening: "Go ahead and talk in more detail."

Song Yingrui then said: "She is a doctor. When I met her, she was already married, but her husband was not good to her, so she divorced later, but she was still entangled with her ex-husband. I I asked my father to help me snatch her back, but I still didn't snatch her back. I was sad for a while, and then...after that, I never saw her again."

"The lotus root pork ribs soup she made is the best, and the sweet and sour pork ribs are also delicious, as well as the salt and pepper pork tenderloin, boiled shrimp, lion's head..." Song Yingrui took two mouthfuls of saliva as he spoke.

Just thinking about those dishes made him feel hungry.

Lin Jingcheng asked: "You said you have photos, can you show me?"

Song Yingrui nodded, "Well, there is a photo in my father's office, but I secretly printed a copy and put it in my piggy bank."

Then the little kid jumped off the sofa, ran upstairs, and when he ran down again, he was holding a big piggy bank in his hands.

When going down the stairs, the little man swayed, and the steel coins inside collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

The little guy's piggy bank is a bit high-end, it's still the kind for entering passwords.

When Song Yingrui was about to open the password, he glanced at Lin Jingcheng and said, "I'm about to enter the password, so don't read it."

Lin Jingcheng hurriedly turned around and said, "Don't look."

Then when he heard the sound of Song Yingrui unlocking the lock, he immediately turned around to look.

There was a lot of change in the small piggy bank, and under the change was a photo hidden in a cup.

A photo of Song Yingrui and a woman.

When Lin Jingcheng looked at that photo, he felt more and more familiar.

Song Yingrui, who saw the photo, also took the photo and compared it with Lin Jingcheng, "Look, this is her, does she look very similar to you?"

Looks a lot like her!

That's why she felt so familiar.

"So, when I saw you, I thought you were her, and I thought she came back to find me." It's a pity that Song Yingrui knew that Lin Jingcheng was not Liang Jincheng.

Lin Jingcheng was stunned, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The more I look at the photos, the more familiar that feeling becomes.

Lin Jingcheng asked: "What does she...do?"

Song Yingrui said: "She is a doctor and often works in a pharmacy."

Inexplicably, Lin Jingcheng's alarm clock burst into a series of images, as if he saw himself standing in front of the medicine rack ordering medicine.

Lin Jingcheng asked again: "Where's her name?"

Song Yingrui blurted out: "Her name is very similar to yours, and she is also called Xiaocheng, but it is not Cheng with a bright future, but Cheng, a fruity orange. Her surname is not Lin, but Liang. Jin, when read together, it means Liang Jincheng, and I also like to call her Xiaocheng, isn't the name also very cute?"

After hearing what Song Yingrui said, Lin Jingcheng suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his head.

She immediately frowned in pain.

Seeing Lin Jingcheng's painful expression, Song Yingrui couldn't help panicking: "Xiao Cheng, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?"

Something seemed to pour into her head, and her head swelled from the pain, as if it was going to explode.

Lin Jingcheng's expression became more and more painful, which made Song Yingrui yell loudly: "Mother He, Mother He, where are you? Xiao Cheng seems to have a headache. Come and see if you need to call a doctor."

Mother He was playing with two children in her arms when she heard Song Yingrui's voice and hurried down from upstairs.

"What's the matter, what happened?"

He's mother was still feeding Mianmian, and Mianmian was smacking her mouth and drinking, looking very happy.

Mother He also carried a limp on her back.

Ruan Ruan has no milk, so she can only suck her own little finger.

He Ma came down in a hurry, and seeing Lin Jingcheng holding his head in pain, she couldn't help worrying, "Ah, what's the matter, it was fine just now."

Just after saying this, Lin Jingcheng fainted on the spot.

Little face turned pale.

The people present were frightened instantly.

"Xiao Cheng, Xiao Cheng..."

(End of this chapter)