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

Chapter 311 Drug Side Effects

Meng Keqing felt Liang Jincheng's fear of Song Yixian and felt embarrassed.

But thinking of what the doctor said before he left, Liang Jincheng couldn't bear to be frightened now, and it was very important to adjust his mood to adapt to the environment.

Even when he approached Song Yixian, he said embarrassedly: "She is not in a very stable mood now, I will go to comfort you, you have been running around outside for two days and you are also tired, otherwise go back to the room and rest, and wait for her to improve. You come to see her again."

Song Yixian passed Meng Keqing's body, and his gaze recaptured Liang Jincheng on the bed.

Liang Jincheng's thin body visibly trembled, causing Song Yixian to narrow his eyes slightly.

The man pursed his lips lightly, not happy.

But more, it is distressed.

"Please take good care of her. I have hired doctors and nurses who specialize in taking care of this disease. I will work hard on you today."

It's rare for Song Yixian to talk to herself in such a friendly voice, but Meng Keqing raised her head a little but saw Song Yixian's eyes were still on the bed behind her.

Liang Jincheng suffered a lot because of this man.

But it was this man who put Liang Jincheng in an extremely important position, so that he could be remembered by this man all the time.

I don't know if Song Yixian is her misfortune or her luck.

Song Yixian then turned around and went out. When leaving, Meng Keqing noticed that the corners of his eyes were red.

……

At dinner time, Song Yingrui came back.

The little guy threw his schoolbag on the sofa as soon as he entered the door, and kicked off his shoes very unhappy.

Then came a pair of yellow duck socks, also scattered here and there.

The little guy folded his arms around his chest in a rage, and then jumped onto the sofa and sat down.

He's mother followed behind, shouting one after another, "My little ancestor, what are you doing, wasn't it fine just now?"

The family has been very busy these days, and Mother He has been sending Song Yingrui to and from school.

Song Yingrui snorted and said, "I'm angry with my father. He promised me to attend my parent meeting, but I haven't seen him these days. If I hadn't asked where your father was just now , I didn’t even know he went on a business trip, what do you think, my parents’ meeting will be in two days, and there are four parent meetings in a semester, and I’m alone every time, do you think I can’t be angry?”

The little guy was angry with his father, and angry with himself.

Dad can't attend his own parent-teacher meeting, and Xiaocheng can't attend his own parent-teacher meeting either.

He obviously wanted Han Keke to meet his parents.

Last time, Fatty Zhao said in front of the whole class that he was a child without parents. Han Keke stood out from the crowd and stood in front of him as a protective gesture to help him prove that he had parents.

Everyone was laughing at Song Yingrui, but Han Keke didn't. It was fine for him to be laughed at, but he didn't want Han Keke to be laughed at because of him.

In this way, the whole class will say that he likes Han Keke again, but he doesn't like Han Keke at all.

Not only do I not like it, I hate it.

Thinking of this, Song Yingrui became even more angry with himself.

Song Yingrui snorted again, and then rushed up the stairs with loud footsteps.

Only halfway up the stairs, his small body was suddenly lifted up.

The body was empty, and the two short legs dangled in the air, "Yeah, who is it..."

Song Yingrui looked up and found that it was Song Yixian, with a bitter melon face that smiled charmingly, and exclaimed excitedly: "Dad!"

Song Yixian frowned, and reprimanded: "Slow down!"

Song Yingrui was very happy to see his father. He immediately covered his mouth and whispered, "Dad, when did you come back?"

Song Yingrui played with mud at school, his hands were black, and after covering his mouth, his little face became dirty.

Song Yixian is obsessed with cleanliness, and his son's appearance made him very disgusted.

Song Yixian put the little guy down, then went upstairs by himself, and replied calmly: "Today."

Song Yingrui followed carefully, "Then Dad, do you remember what you promised me before?"

Song Yixian was so busy that he passed out these two days, how could he remember what happened to Song Yingrui, so he simply said, "I don't remember."

The little guy was not angry, and followed Song Yixian cheerfully, "I knew you didn't remember, but it's okay, I can tell you again, it will be my parents' meeting in a few days, I have already told the teacher that my parents will attend , I thought about it, it’s okay that you are my father, but I don’t have a mother, I told Xiaocheng before, let her be my mother, although Xiaocheng feels wronged by letting Xiaocheng be my mother, After all, it’s a bit uncomfortable to be in a CP with an old man like you, but I believe that with Xiaocheng’s love for me, she should agree to me.”

The little guy talks a little too much.

Song Yixian paused after listening.

The little guy walked and talked, but he didn't notice that his father stopped, bumped into Song Yixian's leg, and got bumped by his little nose.

Thinking of Liang Jincheng's current attitude towards him, Song Yixian felt a twinge of pain in his heart. He lowered his head and said to Song Yingrui, "We'll talk about this matter at that time. Xiaocheng is in poor health and needs a quiet environment to rest. Don't worry about it when you go home later." Quarrel."

Afterwards, Song Yixian strode back to his room.

Before Liang Jincheng was not at home for a few days, He's mother said that Xiaocheng had gone to the hospital. After returning these two days, He's mother refused to let her see Xiaocheng. It turned out that she was still ill.

Thinking about it, the little man was very worried, so he went to the room to find someone.

When Song Yingrui entered the room, Liang Jincheng was sitting on the chair in front of the balcony.

Song Yingrui took two steps closer and called out, "Xiaocheng?"

Liang Jincheng heard the voice and saw a child standing at the door.

The child is so small, only one meter tall.

Dirty little face was round, and her hair was curly, just like hers.

Liang Jincheng felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with his facial features.

Liang Jincheng was stunned.

Song Yingrui approached a few steps, and then took Liang Jincheng's hand.

Liang Jincheng withdrew her hand like a conditioned reflex.

Song Yingrui was taken aback, feeling that something was wrong with Xiaocheng, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Thinking of playing with mud with his little hands when he was in school, he looked down at his little hands, they were dark.

"Huh..." Song Yingrui looked at his hands with disgust.

He glanced at Liang Jincheng's hand again, and it was blackened by his sudden grab.

Song Yingrui hurried to the bathroom, reaching for the sink to wash his hands, but the little man didn't look in the mirror, and didn't know that his face was also dirty.

After Song Yingrui finished washing his hands, he didn't forget to bring out a towel.

"Xiaocheng, I just stained your hands, wipe them off for you."

The little guy looked at the road but not the road, because he was walking in a hurry, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

Liang Jincheng was still watching dumbly, and when the little man stood up, the little face was still there, and the wrestling was not light, Song Yingrui's painful eyes were sour...

It turned out to be tears.

But how can a man cry when he says he wants to cry, but the tears just flow out.

Song Yingrui is very strong, even if she shed tears, she would not say a word.

Liang Jincheng watched as Song Yingrui wiped her tears and snot onto her sleeves.

The dirty little face got even dirtier.

But Liang Jincheng found it interesting, and laughed out loud...

After a few seconds, Song Yingrui felt that the pain was not so great, he sniffed, and wiped Liang Jincheng's hands with a towel.

Song Yingrui said: "Xiaocheng, I know you are sick. If you are still sick in a few days, my parents will tell you not to go. The most important thing is to take good care of your health. When the time comes, let Aunt Keqing Play as my aunt, then I won't let my father be my father, but let Uncle Fang Yuan be my father, and let my father take good care of you at home."

Song Yingrui's words sounded very sensible.

Liang Jincheng didn't speak, and smiled at Song Yingrui. The little guy's face was dirty, and Liang Jincheng wiped Song Yingrui's little face with the towel after seeing that his hands were wiped clean by the towel.

Slowly, Song Yingrui's white and tender face was revealed.

Is a beautiful child.

This scene happened to be seen by Song Yixian who was standing at the door.

Behind Song Yixian, stood Zhuzhi.

Zhuzhi, who was originally scheduled to arrive tomorrow, arrived today earlier.

Zhuzhi has been studying neurology for the past two years.

Today, she came to help her mentor to check the situation first. After a while, Williams, a famous brain medical scientist, will come here.

Zhuzhi also saw the situation in the room, and Song Yixian didn't want to disturb him.

Zhuzhi whispered in Song Yixian's ear: "Looking at the situation, it doesn't seem as bad as you said."

Song Yixian looked at Zhuzhi, then glanced at the room, and motioned for Zhuzhi to talk further.

Zhuzhi withdrew from the room and went to the study with Song Yixian.

The study room is still the same as before, with a few pear blossoms and small white flowers inserted in the blue and white porcelain vase, adding a sense of spring to the study room.

Song Yixian turned his back to Zhuzhi, and said: "She... seems to be very afraid of me, but she is kind to other people."

Zhuzhi was stunned for a while, and asked back: "Are you too eager?"

"Ok?"

"Too eager to have physical contact with her." Zhuzhi recalled what the instructor said, "Or, what unpleasant things happened to you before, what shadow did she leave on you?"

Song Yixian frowned and said nothing.

It is not easy to ask for specific knowledge.

Song Yixian didn't remember what he did to scare Liang Jincheng.

All I know is that every time she sees her, she always looks timid.

"Then what should I do?"

Zhu knew: "Let's have less contact, take your time."

Song Yixian's heart sank, "What else?"

Zhuzhi: "In addition to being nice to her, taking good care of her, and talking to her more, naturally, I also actively cooperate with drug treatment."

Song Yixian pursed her lips: "Drug treatment...will there be any side effects?"

Zhuzhi's brows dimmed, and he didn't look at Song Yixian with his eyes, and responded softly: "It's a three-point drug, let alone a neurological drug."

"What's the worst outcome?"

"Worse than it is now."

(End of this chapter)