In the end, Liang Jincheng didn't even finish the story of waiting for the rabbit, and Song Yingrui fell asleep.

Liang Jincheng yawned, covered Song Yingrui with a quilt, and asked Mama He to come into the house to take care of him after leaving the room.

I originally wanted to go back to the room, but when I turned around, I fell into a warm embrace.

The man's fragrance entered his nose, and Liang Jincheng's face was red.

"He slept?" Song Yixian asked softly.

Liang Jincheng nodded, "Well, I slept." ”

"I'm tired after a busy day."

"It's fine."

Daily care and dialogue, in Liang Jincheng's ears, always feel warm.

During this time, although she was tossed by Mrs. Song, she was always in this family, and this man had always been on her side and had always defended her.

Thinking of Meng Keqing's words when she left, she smiled sweetly, "You work all day, you should be tired." ”

It was rare to hear Liang Jincheng's concern, the man's brows stretched, and his big hand wrapped around her waist, "I don't feel tired at all when I think of you waiting for me at home." ”

Liang Jincheng chuckled, "I originally thought you were an indifferent and ruthless person, but I was more meticulous than anyone else when I lied to you." ”

Song Yixian smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Yes to my wife, that's for sure." ”

As she spoke, the man's kiss had reached her face.

After a dragonfly-like kiss, before Liang Jincheng could react, the man probed under her knee and hugged Liang Jincheng horizontally.

"Go back to your room, I'll give you a massage."

"You"

When someone's battle ended, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

The man used his strong arm strength to gently put Liang Jincheng, who had softened into water, into the bathtub.

The big hand brushed the bruises on her body, as if looking at the results of her own battle.

When she was more comfortable, he fished the person out of the tub.

"How does it feel to live here during this time?"

Liang Jincheng nestled between his neck, feeling the warmth of Fang Cai.

There seems to be a real attraction between men and women, and the attraction that just wants to be close to each other feels quite good.

Especially when she messes with him cold, holding him is like a stove.

"It's good." She replied shallowly.

Song Yixian said in a hoarse voice: "I want to move out, it's just the two of us." ”

"Why?" She didn't change much in tone, because she was too tired, and responding to his words was just a conditioned reflex of the brain.

"I want to live a two-person world with you."

"What about Winray? He couldn't live without his mom and dad. ”

"Hmm," Song Yixian groaned, "I need my parents and I don't need to be together every day, I can see each other once a week." ”

The heavy drowsiness made Liang Jincheng unable to open his eyes, listened to his words, and shook his head, "No, you have to stay with the child."

"Then take Ying Rui with you and move out together?"

Liang Jincheng still shook his head, his voice was very loud, but fortunately it was quiet at night, and Song Yixian still heard it, "The old man will be unhappy." ”

"But grandma wants one to come to live in the house, I'm afraid you won't like it."

"Huh?"

"The third child needs to have the same blood type for the operation, because of physical reasons, this thing can only be done by Shen Shen, grandma wants to keep Shen Shen in captivity just in case, so"

Song Yixian said, and suddenly heard the sound of even breathing in his arms.

Looking down, Liang Jincheng was already asleep.

Reaching out and scratching the woman's stiff little nose, Song Yixian turned off the light next to the bed.

Then, Song Yixian got out of bed and put on hand-made cotton pajamas.

Walked out of the room lightly.

Delicate walked to Old Lady Song's room.

He looked at the light inside the door, knocked on the door lightly, and heard a sound of "Come in" from inside the door, and Song Yixian opened the door.

I closed the door again.

The old man was sitting on a desk in the outer room, wearing reading glasses with gold wire rimmed.

The lights in the inner bedroom are turned off, so that people can't see inside.

"Grandma, what's going on?" Song Yixian asked.

Old Lady Song glared at Song Yixian, "What else!" ”

"He doesn't agree?"

Song Yixian frowned.

Old Lady Song let out a long breath, "With you, how could he agree." ”

Mrs. Song stood up from her seat, her ivory cane clanging on the ground.

"You have to be that woman? Can't you give it to Shen Shen? ”

Song Yixian raised his eyebrows, and the disdain in his eyes had already told Mrs. Song the answer.

Old Lady Song snorted coldly, "If your younger brother dies because he doesn't have Shen Shen's blood, I'll see what you do." ”

Song Yixian said lightly: "Just tie Shen Shen back." ”

Old Lady Song glared at him, "Do you think Shen Shen is a fool?" ”

The old lady's crutches hit Song Yixian's body hard, "If you use it once, you think he will sit still and wait for us to kidnap him, and then force him to donate blood." What we need is blood of the same blood type, but if the blood is mixed with other viruses or drugs, it cannot be used. If we tie people back and tie them up for the rest of their lives, if they don't eat or drink, will we give him nutritional injections every day? Sooner or later, this way of living will raise a living person out of illness. ”

After all, kidnapping is not a long-term solution.

"Hmm" Song Yixian knew the key to this, and took a long breath, "Could it be that he has to be Liang Jincheng?" ”

"No, remember the last time we won the show?"

"Yes."

"Shen Shen opened his mouth to ask me to be exquisite."

Song Yixian frowned, "No." ”

Old Lady Song glanced at him, "Your opinion has no effect, I want to see the exquisite opinion." ”

"Shen Shen is a bastard, not worthy of refinement."

Song Jingjing, as the only little princess in the family, has been favored since she was a child, how could Song Yixian let Song Jingjing marry Shen Shen, not to mention that Shen Shen is such a man.

"But I think Shen Shen is a good child, delicate and now alone, without emotional constraints, if she can like Shen Shen is the best, if he doesn't like Shen Shen, feelings can also be cultivated slowly, not in a hurry for a while. As the blood source of our family, for the sake of you two brothers and for your son, Shen Shen and I are bound to win. ”

"But grandma" Song Yixian immediately paused when he came to his lips.

Song Beilang and Song Jingjing's affairs, he can't say it yet.

"It's not that much, let's do it first, I'll ask Delicate what he thinks of Shen Shen when I find an opportunity."

After Song Yixian left, Mrs. Song went to the bedroom in the inner room.

The old lady didn't turn on the light, walked to the bed, glanced at Song Jingjing, who was asleep, and then helped her tuck the quilt again.

Then he said softly: "It's such a big person, and I still have to sleep with my grandmother, and I can't sleep well, why do I still kick the quilt." ”

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Song took off her shoes and slept on the other side of the big bed.

In the darkness, Song Jing suddenly opened his eyes.

flipped over, and his mind was full of the conversation between the second brother and his grandmother.

It turned out that the treatment of the third brother still needed to use Shen Shen's blood.

Song Jing opened her eyes, and in the dark night, there were her eyes glowing with a faint soft light.

The next day, Song Yixian left home and went to work in the company refreshed.

The unprecedented Liang Jincheng couldn't get up early, Song Yixian knew that the little woman's body couldn't stand up like this, so he ordered people not to wake him up.

Let Liang Jincheng sleep until he wakes up naturally.

Of course, Mother He felt sorry for Liang Jincheng, and after listening to Song Yixian's words, she didn't wake up Liang Jincheng and went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables by herself.

In addition, Song Jingjing, who usually sleeps lazily, unexpectedly got up early, because Song Beilang was going abroad for treatment today.

Song Jing knew that there were still a few months before the operation, and these few months were just a reason for Sister Zhuzhi to find a pre-operation observation and wanted to get along with Song Beilang more.

Grandma was acquiescing.

Song Yixian definitely has no opinion.

But Song Yixian still let Song Jing know about this matter, and her purpose was just to let her decide.

Song Jing accompanied Song Beilang to the airport, and didn't mention this matter from beginning to end, because she felt that she couldn't be so selfish, she should give Song Beilang a choice, Sister Zhuzhi did too much for him.

"Third brother, you will miss me in the past few months." Song smiled mischievously.

Song Yixian pinched her smooth cheeks, "Of course, I think about it every day, all the time, I miss your smile, your beauty, your heartiness and cuteness." ”

Then he pointed to his heart and said affectionately: "Your name is engraved on my heart." ”

"Exquisite, when I come back, we will get married."

Song Jing's eyes were red, obviously reluctant to him, her pink lips opened, and the white mist disappeared after drifting in the air: "Third brother, I will wait for you here." ”

Then, Song Jing lowered his head and kissed Song Beilang's cheek.

Gently, softly, with the shyness of a girl.

Then he hung the white scarf around his neck on Song Beilang's neck.

The fragrance of the girl's body spread to Song Beilang's nose through the scarf.

The fragrance withstood the cold wind, and warmed up with the body.

The handsome man in the wheelchair and the slender girl with a fluffy hat attracted the sideways glances of many people.

When the snowflakes fell, everyone at the airport looked to the sky.

The snow-white color and blue-gray floor form a landscape painting with light ink.

Song Beilang got on the plane and looked out the window with a bright smile.

Song Jing's tears fell, and the hot tears slid down on his face and immediately became cold.

The plane takes off and slowly changes in a light snow until it finally crosses the sky, so that it can no longer be seen.

Song Jingjing lowered her head and watched as the small snowflakes fell on the blue-gray ground, piling up into a patch of white.

And a layer of snowflakes fell on her body.

Yingying's eyes were stained with water vapor.

With red eyes, he dialed a phone call, "Hey, I'm Song Jingjing." ”

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