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

Chapter 46 This Was Clearly Premeditated!

"Mom, I'm going home."

"Hey, Jincheng, you..."

"Little Orange..."

Before Liang's mother could finish her sentence, Liang Jincheng rushed out.

In the ward, only Liang's mother and Song Yingrui were left staring at the door of the ward.

Song Yingrui turned his head to look at Liang's mother on the hospital bed, "Grandma, where is Xiaocheng's home?"

Mother Liang's eyes were red again, and she moved her mouth, but she couldn't say a complete sentence, "Home...it should be gone..."

Song Yingrui stared blankly at Liang's mother, at the tears falling from Liang's eyes, watching the tears slide down her deep tear groove, along the nasolabial folds to the corner of her mouth, and in that instant it was A lot older.

"Grandma!"

……

Song Yingrui talked with Liang's mother for a while, and after it got dark, Fang Yuan took the initiative to enter the ward and take Song Yingrui back.

After bidding farewell to Mother Liang, Song Yingrui returned to his ward with a trace of sadness on his face.

Hearing the movement outside the door, he saw Song Yixian walking in, then sighed deeply, and lowered his head again.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just lament my life."

"What is there to sigh about in your life?"

Song Yingrui didn't respond to Song Yixian immediately, but after lowering his head and thinking for a while, he said to him: "Dad, is it expensive for me to be hospitalized?"

Song Yixian was startled, and slowly shifted his gaze to his son, "We didn't spend any money on the hospital."

Song Yingrui pouted, "I mean, if ordinary people live here, it will be very expensive."

He almost forgot that this hospital was their home.

Song Yixian nodded, "Well, the hospital is indeed a considerable expense for ordinary people."

"Then if our family is poor, will dad still let me be hospitalized for treatment?" The little guy looked up at him, with some expectation in his clear eyes.

Song Yixian raised his brows and eyes, "Do you know why there is Boyi now?"

Song Yingrui shook his head.

Song Yixian said lightly: "It was your grandparents who started from small businesses and hawkers, and before I took over Boyi, I also made small achievements in starting a business with my bare hands. I was poor, but it was because those people were too rigid. In this world, there are too many opportunities. Many, as long as we do it down-to-earth, there will be some achievements.”

Song Yingrui looked ignorant, half-understanding.

But a few seconds later, he suddenly sat up straight, staring straight at Song Yixian with big eyes, looking very serious, "Dad, I want to tell you that if you are sick, I will treat you. "

Song Yixian's heart warmed up. Looking at Song Yingrui's firm eyes, he suddenly realized that he didn't know as much about his son as he imagined.

Song Yingrui clenched his little hands tightly, swearing, what he thought in his heart was: Dad still has a hard time running the company, and when he inherits his property in the future, he must not be too stingy, he should be treated or he should be treated.

……

After half a night's drive, Liang Jincheng finally arrived home in a bumpy ride.

Entering the corridor, she heard the quarrel from upstairs.

She listened carefully to the direction of the source of the sound, it seemed to be her own home, and immediately accelerated her pace to go upstairs.

As the distance approached, the noise intensified.

The door of the house was opened a crack, at this moment, he didn't dare to rush in directly.

She was silent for a moment, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor went out instantly.

The white light in the room scattered from the crack of the door to the outside.

She took a deep breath, but the moment she heard the voice, her fingers trembled as she was about to open the door.

"You guys, get out, the house is mine, why are you here!"

It was Father Liang's voice.

And hysterical.

"Hey, let's make some sense, okay? We've already bought this house, so it should be ours. What are you making a fuss about, old man?"

Father Liang was anxious: "This house belongs to me, whether it is sold or not, and who is going to sell it to, I know best, but I still have the real estate certificate, who can sell the house to you?"

"Liang Yifeng!"

"what?"

After Liang's father's astonishment, Liang Jincheng immediately rushed into the room.

A well-dressed lady in the room held up the signed contract in her hand, and Liang Yifeng was clearly written in three large characters on the signature.

While Liang Jincheng was stunned, she also caught a glimpse of the fading light in Liang's father's clear eyes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of gray fog.

It turned out...on the third day after the house was smashed, Liang Yifeng took the real real estate certificate and sold it, and left a fake real estate certificate to deceive Liang's father.

The house with a market value of 30 yuan, Liang Yifeng only sold it for 15 yuan because he was in a hurry to sell it!

As for the 15 yuan, when Liang's father went to his uncle's house to ask for it, he learned that the 15 yuan had all been paid off to Liang Yifeng's gambling debts.

Even though the buyer of the house learned the truth, the uncle's family denied it.

"The thief who almost killed my mother was my cousin, right?" Liang Jincheng asked.

"You'd better not talk nonsense about things without evidence." The auntie glared at her, with a hint of joy hidden in her eyes.

She smiled coldly, not caring about her son's theft at all: "If you don't help my son find a wife, you will be punished!"

Liang Jincheng's angry figure trembled slightly, her hands clenched into fists: "Oh, I'm afraid I will suffer retribution for helping this prodigal son Liang Yifeng marry a wife."

"Liang Jincheng, you bastard, what face do you have to say that Yifeng, he can find a better girlfriend without that girlfriend, look at yourself, you are married and have children, how many do you think? A man wants you?"

Liang Jincheng took a deep breath, then bent the corners of her mouth, and countered: "That's why you have lived with uncle until now?"

"What do you mean?"

Liang Jincheng raised her eyebrows, "As a broken shoe who has been married and had children, your life can be regarded as nourishing."

After all, she wanted to turn around and leave.

After a while, the eldest aunt behind her suddenly yelled: "Bitch, stinky bitch, you really deserve to be played to death by men..."

The insults were endless, Liang Jincheng paused, turned his face, and said coldly: "Burglary, more than 15 yuan, can be sentenced to life imprisonment, Auntie, do you think your son can do it seamlessly?"

The aunt's face was visibly stiff.

That was the home she had lived on for more than twenty years, and it contained all her childhood memories, as well as the traces of her parents' love.

She deeply remembered the disappointment and pain in her father's eyes when he heard the buyer mention Liang Yifeng's name!

And when he looked at himself, his father was full of guilt!
He failed to give the money from selling the house to his daughter, and he failed to keep the house well. He was reprimanding himself for his incompetence.

The complicated mood made her father look so helpless at that moment...

In the dark compartment of the room, the mother's gold jewelry has disappeared, but a fake real estate certificate has been left behind...

This was obviously premeditated!
"Auntie, you still have my mother's dowry hanging around your neck!"

(End of this chapter)