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

Chapter 40 What a coincidence, I also doubt that you are not my own
"Xiao Cheng..." A soft and waxy voice came in from the door, and Song Yingrui's fair face was covered with a cute curly wig, "Xiao Cheng, are you crying?"

The little man's voice was very soft, so soft that he was afraid of disturbing her.

Liang Jincheng turned her head away, immediately wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, sniffed her nose, and took a few deep breaths. She didn't want the children to see her like this, and denied, "No, no..."

She spoke with a strong nasal voice.

Song Yingrui approached with small steps, and asked in a soft voice: "Xiao Cheng, is someone bullying you?"

Liang Jincheng stopped talking, but shook her head.

But the tears in the corners of his eyes kept gushing out, and he couldn't stop them.

Seeing Song Yingrui getting closer, Liang Jincheng stood up abruptly and moved away from Song Yingrui, "Yingrui, I'm fine, don't come here."

She had never tried to be so emotionally uncontrollable in front of a child.

Anxiety appeared on Song Yingrui's face. Seeing Liang Jincheng like this, how could he feel better.

It's only been a few days since I saw Xiaocheng, but Xiaocheng has been greatly wronged, it's too much.

A few days ago, he heard the parents in the next room talking about Xiaocheng.

Only then did he know that Liang Jincheng was married.

Although married, the marriage is not happy. Her husband even cheated on her. Xiao Cheng has been bullied by her mistress.

That's why I cried so sadly just now.

Song Yingrui guessed, hating himself for being too young.

"Xiaocheng, I'm sorry!" Song Yingrui clenched his hands into small fists, and his little face was wrinkled.

Liang Jincheng tried her best to calm down, and when she looked back at Song Yingrui, her eyes were red and swollen: "Yingrui, my sadness has nothing to do with you."

"No, it has something to do with me." Song Yingrui looked at Liang Jincheng sincerely, "It's all my fault for not being able to protect you well."

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Outside the door of the pharmacy, Song Yixian followed here after seeing Song Yingrui sneaking out of the ward.

Seeing Liang Jincheng crying in the room, a trace of emotion crossed his face.

"Xiaocheng, it's me... I didn't meet you early, and I didn't grow up quickly, so I made you suffer so much, I feel wronged Xiaocheng."

The little man pursed his lips, his face full of anger, "Of course it can't be all my fault, but also my father, who couldn't handle my mother earlier, got married and gave birth to me when he became an old man, and now he is an old man... "

Song Yixian's mouth twitched slightly when he heard his son say "old man".

I heard Liang Jincheng say again: "Your father is actually not very old, he still looks quite young."

"It's not very old, but it's old. Even if it's that old, it's really embarrassing to still think about young and beautiful girls." Song Yingrui continued to make amends.

Song Yixian squinted at his son in the pharmacy, wondering if it was his own.

Liang Jincheng approached Song Yingrui only after she had completely calmed down, "It's so late, why don't you take a rest? But you ran over."

"Xiao Cheng, we haven't seen each other for 53 hours and 42 minutes, I miss you so much."

Liang Jincheng was surprised, she didn't expect the little man to be able to calculate the time so clearly.

Song Yingrui stretched out his little hand and hugged Liang Jincheng's slender calf. Liang Jincheng squatted down and let him lean into his arms.

The little man is soft and soft, sucking her scent fiercely in her arms, "Xiaocheng, you smell so sweet, I like your smell very much, although I don't have hair, but mother He has hair Help me shampoo my hair, every time she washes, I will ask her to use the shampoo you gave me, so that I can smell the little orange every day."

"Well, yes." Seeing Song Yingrui's innocent smiling face, Liang Jincheng's haze was swept away.

He is really like a little sun that can illuminate the dark place in her heart.

Song Yingrui endured the torment of the disease, and she could still smile happily every day. As an adult, how could she fall down.

"Ying Rui, thank you."

"Ok?"

"Thank you for making me not so sad, but clearer."

Song Yingrui didn't expect that he had such a powerful skill, thinking that this might be the "power of love".

At this moment, the clock on the wall strikes the hour, and it is already ten o'clock in the middle of the night.

Liang Jincheng said, "I'll take you back, it's getting late."

Song Yingrui was a little sleepy, but not that sleepy, because seeing the thin dark circles under Liang Jincheng's eyes, he was afraid that Liang Jincheng would be tired, so he didn't refuse.

He opened his arms for a hug.

Liang Jincheng hugged the little man in her arms and went to the intensive care unit.

After putting Ren'er on the hospital bed, she was about to leave, but Song Yingrui held her back, "Xiao Cheng, can I kiss you?"

Liang Jincheng was startled, and then moved her cheek to Song Yingrui's side.

Song Yingrui looked at Liang Jincheng's cherry-like lips, stuck out his tongue and licked around the small mouth, and was about to move towards Liang Jincheng's lips, but there was a knock on the door, which made Liang Jincheng His eyes shifted to the door.

It also made Song Yingrui, who had already found a target to kiss, only kiss Liang Jincheng's cheek.

His cheeks were moist, stained with a lot of his saliva.

Liang Jincheng's face changed slightly when he saw the man standing in front of the door.

The man's slender figure was at the same height as the door frame, and the collar of his white shirt was neat and neat. The light from the aisle reflected on his white clothes, revealing his broad shoulders and narrow, tight waist under the clothes.

Her gaze froze as she watched, and she raised her head slightly, meeting those deep eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately said, "Ying Rui, I'm going back, good night."

When passing by Song Yixian's side, her long and soft hair brushed against his side.

The woman's fragrance is still lingering at the tip of his nose, but the person has long since disappeared from sight.

When Liang Jincheng walked past Song Yixian, she was in a hurry and flustered.

As he could see, the little woman was a little afraid of herself.

"Xiaocheng...Xiaocheng..." Song Yingrui was still reluctant, and when Liang Jincheng walked to the door, he immediately said good night, "See you tomorrow."

But Liang Jincheng didn't even show him a side profile.

Song Yingrui knew... Liang Jincheng was very afraid of her father.

Song Yingrui gave Song Yixian a hard look, firstly because he scared Xiaocheng.

The second is because he actually ruined his good deed just now.

"Shouldn't you go home, what are you doing here?" Song Yingrui questioned with three points.

Song Yixian ignored it, sat on the sofa by himself, lit a cigarette leisurely, narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath.

"Didn't you see that I was making out with Xiaocheng just now? Why don't you think about your son at all? I really doubt if I'm your own." Song Yingrui puffed up his little cheeks, looking unhappy appearance.

Song Yixian spit out a layer of smoke from between his thin lips, and said coldly: "What a coincidence, I also doubt that you are not my own..."

(End of this chapter)