"Your biological father died when you were very young, and no one gave you a name, everyone called you girly, and then Shen Kuo offended people on the road and fled to"

"Enough!" I raised my hand and pushed it to Song Cheng's chest, and the needle accidentally poked into the flesh, causing me to cry out "ah" in pain.

"Right right!"

Song Cheng was startled, quickly grabbed my arm, pulled out the needle, took a tampon to wipe off the blood that oozed out for me, and then sealed the wound with tape.

I leaned on my head and pounded my chest like someone was hammering me so hard that my heart began to throb and throb.

I didn't want to believe what he said, but I had to believe it.

Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence in the world, it just so happens that I am so similar to Shen Youyou's name.

"You go out, I want to sleep first."

Song Cheng nodded, and closed the bedroom door when he went out.

I pulled up the quilt to cover the top of my head, hid in it and cried aggrievedly, feeling so uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the quilt sank, and then my whole body was scooped up.

I was startled, and quickly raised my eyes to look over, only to find that Song Cheng didn't know when he was back.

"If you want to cry, why didn't you cry just now?" He took a tissue and wiped away my tears.

I turned my head away from his hand, feeling embarrassed and pitiful.

I don't want to be so embarrassed in front of him.

"It is said that women can't cry when they are pregnant, otherwise their eyes will be bad when they get old, come, smile and I'll take a look." He lifted my chin and joked heartlessly with me.

I was so angry that I pinched his arm, and Song Cheng bared his teeth and shouted loudly.

"Pretending."

I muttered something to myself, but instead he took off his shoes and slipped into the covers.

"What are you doing?" My eyes widened in fright.

"Sleep, I'll be with you." As he spoke, he tucked me into the quilt and wrapped a hand around my waist in a weak way.

I froze for a few seconds to get him down, but he put a hand around my neck, grabbed my head and pressed it against his chest, and whispered, "Don't think about anything."

I struggled slightly, but I couldn't break free, so I simply shrunk into his arms and fell asleep.

In a daze, I seemed to hear a mobile phone ringing.

I muttered vaguely, but Song Cheng said it was okay.

It felt like the side was empty, and he seemed to get off and go outside to answer the phone.

When I woke up, it was already completely dark, and I called out to Song Cheng, but no one answered me.

When I walked into the living room, I didn't even see a figure.

I wondered for a moment, and went straight to the fridge to find something to eat.

Song Cheng only came back in the evening, but he had a gloomy face, and his expression was difficult to see and terrible.

His hair was messy, and his clothes on his upper body seemed to have been spilled by something, and there was a big stain.

"What's going on?" I hurriedly walked over, a little worried.

"It's fine." Song Cheng walked to the sofa and sat down, threw his coat aside, and beckoned to me with a smile, "Come here." ”

I felt that he was smiling very reluctantly, and my heart suddenly became uneasy.

I took two steps forward, and Song Cheng grabbed my wrist and pulled me to sit down on his lap.

As I got closer, I could smell a burst of tea leaves, coming from the stains on his chest.

"What's going on here? Someone poured tea on you? I reached out my finger and touched it on his chest, and I immediately felt a wet chill on my fingertips.

The tea stains haven't dried yet, indicating that they have just been splashed for a long time.

"Where did you just go?" I pinched his cheeks with both hands and lifted his head up.

Song Cheng's brows tightened, and he said irritably: "I didn't go anywhere, just go shopping."

"Lie, someone will throw something on you if you just hang out?"

He put his hand on his forehead, as if to avoid my words.

"Song Cheng, when did you become so cowardly, you didn't even dare to let go of a fart when someone splashed tea?" Seeing him so secretive, I mocked dissatisfiedly.

Song Cheng was like a balloon that had been pierced by a needle, and it exploded in an instant, and he flew at me.

I thought he was going to say that something had just happened, but he opened his mouth and sneered, "Don't you hate me, and do you care what I do?"

I'm really going to be by him, and I can't say anything about the donkey's head to the horse's mouth.

"Okay, I'm self-inflicted, you deserve it, so it's okay." I angrily threw the pillow into his arms, thinking to myself why should I be cheap, what did he have to do with me?

Our biggest tie now is the child in the womb, and when the child is born, it doesn't matter what a fart is.

It doesn't matter if he was splashed with tea or smashed on the head, it was all his own fault.

With his stinky temper, I don't know how many people he has offended outside.

I raised my feet and left, but only two steps away, Song Cheng "rubbed" up from the sofa, hugged me from behind, and whispered close to my ear: "I said the wrong thing, don't be angry."

I didn't speak with a cold face, and my heart was still unhappy.

He sighed and whispered, "I'm afraid you'll think I'm a coward."

I was stunned, and suddenly thought of a possibility, and said in surprise: "You went back to Song's house to get it?"

Song Cheng nodded, looking a little embarrassed: "My dad smashed it, he wants me to move back in."

"Then you can go back."

"You don't want me?" He pulled my arm over and looked at me with burning eyes.

I avoided his gaze and shook my head.

He moved away, and it just so happened that I could go out to live, and the two of them lived under the same roof so unclearly, and neither of them felt comfortable.

"Tsk, you ruthless woman." Song Cheng pinched the tip of my nose and pinched it, "Since you don't want to think about me, then I'll suffer a little bit, think about you more." ”

As soon as he picked me up, he lifted his feet and walked to the bedroom, saying as he walked: "Big brother is not in good health now, if I live in the Song family, if there is an accident, even if I have two mouths, I can't tell clearly."

I was stunned for a moment, but I didn't think about it.

"My dad was wishful thinking and felt that the two brothers couldn't tear their faces. It's a pity, tsk, he doesn't look at how ugly his wife's face is. I just went back, and her eyes were about to pop out, as if I was about to pack up the Song family's property and take it away. ”

Song Cheng's funny Mrs. Xueda, her eyelids were desperately pushed up, and as a result, there were a lot of wrinkles on her forehead, which directly made me laugh.

Song Cheng put me on it, raised his hand and touched my hair, and said solemnly: "I'm afraid that the road behind is more difficult, are you afraid?"

I stiffened for a moment, then laughed and said, "That's your business, take care of yourself."

"So heartless?" Song Cheng glanced at me, raised his hand and touched my stomach, "The family property I grabbed will be left to your son at that time, so you don't care about it?" ”

"I can't even take care of myself, how can I think about what will happen to him in the future?" I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, "You also said that yours will be his, in this case, what else do I have to worry about?" ”

Song Cheng looked stunned and took two steps back, as if he wanted to question me, but he didn't say anything.

I thought I could wait for the child to be born peacefully, but I didn't expect that Song Cheng had just been splashed with tea, and the next day, someone came to the door.

After the New Year, Shuiyunsong has opened.

After Shen Youyou left, it was all Song Cheng's territory, and he hired someone to take care of it, and asked Ruolan to be an assistant, and occasionally went over to take a look.

In the morning, Song Cheng went out with his front foot, and the doorbell rang with his back foot.

I thought Song Cheng was coming back to get something, but when I opened the door, it was a stranger who rang the bell.

"Who are you looking for?" I opened the door a crack and asked warily.

"May I ask if you are Miss Shen Youyi?"

I was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Song, please come over." The stranger said, "Do you think it's convenient now?" ”

When I heard about Mr. Song, I immediately understood that it should be Song Cheng's father, and his face turned dark: "It's inconvenient."

He raised his hand and was about to close the door, but this man directly raised his foot against the door and slammed the door open with his arm.

The soles of my feet shook, and I took two steps back to stand firm, and I almost fell to the floor.

"I said I wasn't available, didn't you hear me?" I pointed angrily at the door, "This is my house, please go out." ”

"Offended." The man bowed down and spoke, and suddenly took a step towards me, and I couldn't even see his movements clearly, and I felt a pain in both arms, and he was locked behind me.

"You let go!" My scalp was tingling with fear, and he pushed me straight out of the door, lifting his foot to close the door.

His hands were like vices, and my bones began to hurt when he pinched them.

Escorted me all the way to the underground garage and dragged me into the car.

There were only two of us in the car, and when he was driving, I quickly took out my phone.

He didn't stop me from calling when he saw me, so I quickly dialed Song Cheng's number and told him that his father sent someone to take me to Song's house.

Song Cheng was almost mad and asked me to hand over the phone to that person. I hurriedly handed over my phone.

The driver said into the receiver, "Little master, Mr. Song, please go back."

Then he hung up.

Song Cheng had already gotten the news and should rush over soon, and I was a little relieved.

When I entered the gate of the Song family, Song Cheng had not yet rushed over.

There were two people sitting on the sofa in the hall downstairs, the woman was not badly maintained, but her face was full of pride; The wrinkles on the man's face are more obvious, and his momentum is much more majestic, and his facial contours are a little similar to Song Cheng.

I peeked at it, then stood up straight, and asked in a deep voice, "I don't know what Mr. Song is looking for me?"

Song Cheng's father put the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table and pointed to the sofa opposite: "Sit."

I lifted my foot over, and before I could sit down, I heard a cold female voice ask, "How many months has my stomach been?"

I was stunned, and looked up at her in surprise at the ruthless eldest lady in the center of Songchengkou.