Chapter 238: Means
"How so?" Song Cheng's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened, and through the rearview mirror, he could see his pupils suddenly constrict.
He shouted: "His body, which has been delayed for so many years, is fine, why did it suddenly become like this?" ā
Before I could speak, Song Cheng shook his head and said, "Impossible, I guess I just want to scare you, cut, little trick." ā
I choked up, not knowing what to say to him.
Song Cheng drove the car, but it was not the way home.
I wondered, "Where are you going?" ā
"Take you out to dinner." He turned the car directly to the location of the mall, "We are a family of three, and we haven't had a meal together for a long time." ā
Song Cheng found a parking space, and when he got out of the car, he reached out to pick up Xiaoman.
Xiao Man flattened his mouth, his little face wrinkled aggrievedly, and he almost cried out in fright.
"This little thing with no conscience." Song Cheng scolded in a low voice, obviously extremely dissatisfied.
I frowned: "Are you finished?" If I don't want to eat, I'll take a taxi back now. ā
"Okay, okay, I'm the wrong thing." He crawled his hair impatiently, rolled his eyes at Xiaoman by the way, and walked ahead to lead the way.
One big and one small are considered to be on the bar, and they will rush when they meet.
Song Cheng took me into the box and quickly ordered a few dishes.
Xiaoman was hungry and wanted to drink milk, so I hurriedly instructed Song Cheng to make milk powder.
As a result, the pacifier was stuffed into his mouth, but he refused to eat it, and he was in a lot of trouble.
I was a little worried and said anxiously, "What's going on?" He raised his hand and touched his forehead, but he was not angry.
Song Cheng glanced at me, took the bottle away, and said in a low voice, "Maybe I don't want to eat it." ā
"How is that possible? He was obviously hungry. ā
Xiaoman was so hungry that I didn't even have the heart to eat now.
Song Cheng took the bottle to the boiling water room, and when he came back, he asked me to hand Xiao Man to him: "I'll try it." ā
He took Xiaoman into his arms and stuffed the pacifier over, and the little guy immediately took it in and sucked it hard, and the little mouth was wrapped very hard.
"Look," Song Cheng smugly raised an eyebrow at me, "he still kisses me." ā
I looked at him speechlessly, puzzled.
When my eyes fell on the bottle, I realized that the water level inside was much higher than just now.
I hurriedly said, "Song Cheng, what good things have you done?" What's in it? ā
Song Cheng's face changed and he laughed.
I was a little scared and anxious to get the bottle. He raised his arm, directly blocked my hand, and shouted, "Why are your eyes so poisonous, I just added some hot water." ā
I looked at him suspiciously, my teeth gritted.
Song Cheng didn't have a rut, and he didn't have enough confidence when he spoke: "I added a few more spoonfuls of milk powder before, and I just added some water and washed it away." ā
I sneered angrily, raised my hand and twisted it on his ear: "Okay, you, small means one after another, even the children don't let go, it seems that you are smart, right?" ā
Children have limited strength, and if the milk powder is too thick, it can't be sucked at all, so it's strange if they don't cry.
I never expected that Song Cheng would come up with such a damaging way, where did he learn the crooked ways.
Xiao Man was still with him with his nose and eyes up, but now he was busy drinking milk, and he didn't have time to wrap up, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at Song Cheng while drinking milk, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were still hanging there, which looked distressing and funny.
As soon as Song Liang left, Song Cheng's frequency of returning to the Song family's mansion increased significantly, and his stinky temper seemed to be better.
I used to talk to his father coldly, but now I am a little calmer, and I can occasionally talk to the old man.
In order to prevent outsiders from breaking their mouths, I usually don't let him go to the third floor, if he wants to take Xiaoman to play, he will carry the child downstairs, or to the small garden outside.
may be because he has been in contact with him a lot, and during this time, Xiaoman has become familiar with him again, and he can't see his eyes when he smiles all day long.
It's already mid-April, and the weather is just right.
After dinner that day, Song Cheng asked me if I could go out for a walk.
I was stunned for a moment, thinking that there was something to take a walk about, and persuaded me: "Song Liang and I haven't divorced after all, it's better for the two of us to keep a little distance." ā
Song Cheng sneered: "It's just a walk, and I didn't do anything to you." ā
I was about to speak, but my phone rang.
Looking at the caller ID, it was actually Song Liang.
When he went abroad, I thought of saving his mobile phone number, and it was the first time in the past few days that I called me.
Song Cheng was startled, and his face was a little strange.
I quickly picked up the phone.
Song Liang's voice sounded relatively normal, asked about the situation of the family, and then said, "What about Xiaoman, have you slept?" ā
"How can anyone go to bed so early?" I chuckled softly and motioned for Song Cheng to hand the child to me.
This time, Song Cheng was very quiet, and he didn't make any moths, and sent Xiaoman directly to me.
The phone suddenly hung up, and I was wondering when the phone rang again, this time a request for a video call.
clicked the answer button, and Song Liang's face appeared on the screen.
Compared to the previous few days, he seems to have lost a little weight, but he is still in good spirits.
"Xiaoman." Song Liang smiled at me.
After going abroad for a few days, Xiaoman still had an impression of him, and immediately danced with his hands.
Song Cheng was lying on the recliner on the side, I was afraid that his brain would twitch, so he suddenly ran over to stimulate his eldest brother.
But today he is really sensible, and he didn't say a word.
Even when the eldest lady suggested that I should not get too close to Song Cheng, he lay there motionless, as if he hadn't heard.
Song Liang spoke for a while and began to cough.
The eldest lady asked him to rest and forcibly hung up the phone.
Xiao Man's two eyes stared at the phone screen, and he didn't know what was going on, why was it gone.
"Good son, go, go home." I kissed him, carried the child back to the house, and handed him over to Sister-in-law He.
When he came out, Song Cheng was still lying there, his arms under his head, looking at the dim night sky with his eyes open.
"Let's go." I walked up to him and whispered.
"Huh?"
"Aren't you going for a walk?" I smiled and narrowed my eyes, "It's a reward for being so honest." ā
"Cut, who is rare." Song Cheng glanced at me, but still got up and followed me.
We didn't go far, just wandering around the clouds and walking slowly along the cobblestone pavement.
He followed me with his head shut, walked for a while, and suddenly asked, "Big brother, is he okay?" ā
I nodded: "It looks good." ā
"Did you say when you would be back?"
"I don't know." I shook my head, "I should be back when I'm cured." ā
Song Cheng didn't talk much today, but every sentence revolved around Song Liang.
I sighed, "If you're worried about him, why don't you give him a call?" ā
Song Cheng turned his head awkwardly and looked at the treetops in a daze, obviously thinking that I was nosy.
These two brothers are really good enough, neither of them is too lazy to deal with anyone, but wants me to be the microphone in the middle, and they are not too tired to panic.
After walking for a while, Song Cheng suddenly came to grab my palm, I quickly shrank and moved two steps to the side, separating him from him for a distance.
Song Cheng muttered, "Didn't he say that he would let you marry me?" ā
I gritted my teeth and said, "That was also after he died." Besides, I haven't nodded in agreement yet. ā
Song Cheng's expression froze, and he stopped talking.
"Hey." Song Cheng shouted, "Come back." ā
"What's wrong?"
"You're going to find Feng Ruobai?"
I shook my head, I didn't have any intention of doing so.
Song Cheng pointed ahead, and I squinted my eyes and looked at it, only to realize that I had bypassed the path in front of the Song family, and I was already able to see the gate of the Feng family.
I used to shake my head casually, but I didn't expect it to come here.
"Then let's go back first." I turned to leave, and suddenly saw a black sedan parked in front of the gate of Feng's house.
The car door opened, and the first person to come out was Mr. Feng.
When I saw him, my scalp was numb, and I subconsciously took two steps back. cā”cā”cā” cā”
When he got out of the car, he didn't leave, but turned around and bent down to get something from the car.
As a result, I saw him come out with a person in his arms.
The man was dressed in white, as if stained with blood, with several marks dotted on it, and one hand hung limply at his side, as if unconscious.
My heart was beating wildly, and I grabbed Song Cheng's wrist.
Song Cheng frowned, pressed his ear to my ear and said, "Let's go." ā
I nodded, and was about to turn around when the man's head suddenly shook, and his whole face was directly exposed to me.
The "buzz" in my brain exploded, and I saw Feng Ruobai's face pale, with blood at the corners of his mouth, and a pair of eyes tightly closed, as if he was no longer angry.