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

Chapter 43 If He Isn't a Beloved, Are You?
As he spoke, he embraced that delicate figure in his arms.

One long arm was wrapped around her waist, and the other was on her shoulder.

She struggled several times, but the man who was holding her remained motionless.

"Your strength is weak, no match for mine."

"You like sex so much! Harassment?" Liang Jincheng gritted her teeth angrily.

"If you become my woman, it's not considered sexual harassment." The indifferent words have a different charm.

"I know you're going to reject me again. If you're happy, then reject me." He smiled lightly, calmly.

Her rejection was no longer once or twice.

Song Yixian is a bit used to it.

"Mr. Song, you should know that I am married!" She emphasized again.

Song Yixian knew this better than anyone else.

"Ok, I know."

When Liang Jincheng was about to speak again, a warm voice in her ear interrupted her: "Why did you cry last time?"

"Last time?" She was surprised.

"Ying Rui went to look for you that day, and I followed behind, and I saw them all." His voice, as mellow as fine wine, warmed her heart when she heard it.

"It's nothing." She leaned on his shoulder, feeling her body temperature rising.

What filled the air was not embarrassment, but ambiguity.

"Is it because of that man?" He asked softly.

She didn't respond, but her silence made Song Yixian believe that her tears were about that man.

"It's fine if you're doing well, but you're not doing well." He didn't like the woman he liked being bullied by other men.

Even if you bully, you can only bully him.

"Mr. Song has nothing to do with whether I live well or not." She placed her hands on his chest, trying to keep the distance between them as far as possible.

Song Yixian raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I have confidence in my figure, you can touch it casually."

A blush suddenly appeared on her face, and she immediately put her hands down, and then returned to the chest-to-chest position again.

It adds a little more intimacy.

She frowned, and Qingjuan's eyes were full of anger: "There are so many women in the world, why did you find me?"

"Didn't you find it?"

"what?"

"My son has taken a fancy to you."

She has already passed the age of first love, some people and things, she is not so easy to believe.

What's more, she is married now.

"Your joke, it's not funny."

Song Yixian stretched out his hand to touch her soft hair, the long and naturally curly hair ran across his fingertips, very soft.

He lowered his head and sniffed on the top of her hair: "It's really fragrant."

"You..." Not only did she blush at this moment, she was also hot with shame.

"I will deal with Yingrui's flowers for you, don't worry."

"Thank you so much!" She gritted her teeth, really wanting to go up and bite him.

"You're welcome."

Song Yixian didn't think there was a problem at all, and responded generously.

"Boom boom boom"!
There was a knock on the door, and Liang Jincheng's whole body tensed up.

"Ying Rui is back, let me go."

Song Yixian shrank his pupils, and Ying Rui went for a checkup, but he never came back so soon.

The strength between the arms loosened slightly, and Liang Jincheng immediately jumped out of his arms, separating him from him.

Then she quickly opened the door, and the person who entered her eyes made her eyes widen suddenly.

"Dad...Dad, why are you here?" Liang Jincheng's tongue was tied. Under such circumstances, Mo Ming felt guilty.

Father Liang glanced at Liang Jincheng, noticed the rosiness on her face, and then glanced at the man behind her, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his face was dark: "Jincheng, what are you doing here?"

"I..." At this moment, she didn't know how to explain it to her father.

"Who is he?" Liang's father asked, with a very bad tone.

Song Yixian frowned slightly.

"He...he is the father of a child, and that child lives in this ward."

"a child?"

"Well, it's a sick child, his name is Song Yingrui." Liang Jincheng explained honestly.

Father Liang narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and looked at Song Yixian. Not to mention his clothes, but this person's aura is extraordinary. A certain thought flashed through his mind, and the next sentence asked Liang Jincheng, "Where did you get your 20?"

Liang Jincheng was startled, "What?"

"I already asked your uncle, and he said he never gave you any money." Liang Jincheng's uncle is Liang's father's brother. It is 20 yuan, and I may not be willing to give it to him.

He just concluded that Liang Jincheng was lying.

Liang Jincheng felt that these family affairs should not be told to an outsider, so she pursed her lips and pulled at her father, "Dad, let's talk about these things when we go back."

Father Liang glanced at Song Yixian again, the mark between his eyebrows looked like a horseshoe print.

Father Liang's eyes seemed to confirm something.

"I'm afraid there are some things I won't be able to say clearly when I go back." Father Liang's tone was particularly stiff.

Song Yixian stood on one side without saying a word.

Father Liang, however, was filled with anxiety like boiling oil. He took a step forward and pointed at him: "Sir, I don't know how your relationship with Jincheng is, but I know that Jincheng got into trouble because of you." My daughter has married her beloved, and my son-in-law will not be happy to see you getting so close to my daughter, so please...keep a little distance from my daughter in the future."

Father Liang was filled with righteous indignation.

Song Yixian frowned slightly, with a displeased expression on his face. Apart from his own grandmother, Liang Jincheng's father was definitely the first person to point at his nose like this, "Are you really sure that your daughter is married to a beloved?"

"My son-in-law, relying on his own hands, has worked hard from nothing to become the current president of a listed company. He and my daughter are childhood sweethearts, and we have been in love since we were young. If he is not a lover, are you?"

"It might be!" Song Yixian said lightly.

Liang Jincheng's heart tightened: he immediately grabbed the words, "Dad, he and I have nothing to do with each other."

Song Yixian looked at Liang Jincheng, and his eyebrows frowned even tighter.

Liang's father gave Song Yixian a hard look, "It's best if you don't have a relationship, so you don't have any contact... No, don't have any more contact."

"Dad, what's the matter, let's go back and talk about it."

Liang Jincheng supported Liang's father and walked away slowly.

Song Yixian froze in place, his facial features wrinkled.

As soon as Liang Jincheng left, Song Yingrui came back humming a little tune. Seeing his father's stiff face, he said with disgust, "Dad, you always act like someone owes you a lot of money." expression, but it will turn into a bad old man sooner."

Song Yixian looked down at his son.

Song Yingrui opened his big eyes and giggled, "You should be like me, smile more!"

Song Yixian twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly at him: "Heh! Heh!"

(End of this chapter)