Qin Yinan's wedding is indeed a very happy thing, Song Qingchun is also very happy, after she helped Qin Yinan bandage the wound on his forehead, she also held a glass of juice, instead of wine, and sincerely congratulated Qin Yinan.

It's just that after coming out of the dinner table, Song Qingchun's sense of joy dissipated completely.

Because tomorrow is Friday, she still has to go to Su Zhinian to deal with the bad things between him and her.

On Thursday night, Song Qingchun didn't sleep well, had a messy dream all night, and finally there was a white and chubby little lump of meat crawled in front of her, and when she got closer, she saw clearly that it was a very cute baby, she in the dream, she didn't distinguish between men and women, the baby's eyes were very beautiful, big, black, blinking and looking at her, giving people an indescribable innocence.

He seemed to be a little afraid of her, looked at her for a long time, and then slowly climbed onto her body, and then carefully stretched out his chubby little hand and touched her face, and shouted in a milky voice: "Mom." ”

Song Qingchun in the dream, was turned into a cute heart, and without saying a word, he held the baby in his arms, she made him giggle, and when the picture was beautiful, the baby suddenly cried: "Mom, why don't you want me?" Mom, how could you not want me? "You hold the sun like that, do you know?

Song Qingchun felt as if his heart was being pulled by something, and his whole body was shocked, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

She first raised her hand, touched her abdomen, and felt that everything was normal, before she gasped for breath, sat up, and leaned against the head of the bed.

She touched her phone, glanced at the time, and at half past five in the morning, all she thought about was the little baby carved in pink, and she didn't feel sleepy.

Although it was just a dream, the little baby in the dream, crying and asking her why she didn't want her, made her feel a little palpitational after a long time.

Song Qingchun opened his eyes, sat stiffly until seven o'clock, washed up and went downstairs.

Song Menghua hadn't gotten up yet, and Fang Rou was preparing breakfast with the maid.

Song Qingchun greeted Fang Rou and walked towards the entrance.

"Youth, aren't you having breakfast at home?" Fang Rou asked.

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"No, I have something to do, I made an appointment with a friend." Song Qingchun replied while changing his shoes.

"By the way, you wait a minute." Before Song Qingchun was about to go out, Fang Rou called out to Song Qingchun as if she remembered something, and then went upstairs, and after a while, she took a bag down and handed it to Song Qingchun: "Haven't you always wanted this bag?" I bought it for you a while ago, look at it. ”

Song Qingchun said "thank you" happily, put it on his back, circled around the floor-to-ceiling mirror twice, turned his head sideways, and asked Fang Rou with a smile: "How is it?" ”

"It's beautiful." Fang Rou replied with a smile, paused, and said, "Just carry it on your back, it matches your clothes better." ”

Song Qingchun weighed in the mirror for a moment, it was indeed a good match, Song Qingchun opened the bag he was carrying, took out all the things inside, put them into the bag given by Fang Rou, and then said "goodbye" to Fang Rou and went out of the house.

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When Song Qingchun arrived at Su Zhinian's villa, it was only half past seven, she thought that Su Zhinian hadn't gotten up yet, but she didn't expect that by entering the password of his door, as soon as she opened the door, she saw him wearing a casual casual clothes and walking down the steps elegantly and calmly.