For a week in a row, Song Yingrui drank the soup made by Liang Jincheng himself.

I drank a bowl every time, and every time I felt that I didn't drink enough, and the amount didn't seem to be as much as the first time.

Thinking about it, it's too tiring to make soup, Xiao Cheng may not have done a lot, so he doesn't care, after all, after drinking a bowl every day, Song Yingrui is already very satisfied.

"Mom, did Dad say when he would come to see me?" Song Yingrui took a sip of soup and said.

"Mr. is so busy, it's hard to say this, otherwise you can call Mr. and ask him to come and see you."

Song Yingrui scoffed, "Don't do it, I don't think about him, I just want to tell him that Xiaocheng makes me soup every day, and I want to make him a single dog who is jealous and hateful." ”

"Okay, I'll tell Mr. Liang to make you soup." Mother He smiled and smiled, and was happy when she mentioned Dr. Liang, whether this Dr. Liang was a child daughter-in-law for the little master, or a continuation for the husband, it was quite good.

As long as Dr. Liang doesn't dislike this father and son!

In the evening, Song Yixian went to the hospital, drank a bowl of soup brought by He's mother, and left Song Yingrui's ward.

Went to the hospital pharmacy.

In the distance, I could see the dim light of the pharmacy.

He paced past, with a light step, leaning against the eaves of the door, and his eyes searched the room until he saw the delicate shadow.

There were a few strands of hair scattered on Qingli's little face, and she stretched out her little finger and gently hooked it behind the delicate ear.

Under the light blue light of the computer, the eyelashes cast a shadow, and the facial features are delicate like a person in a painting.

Liang Jincheng stared at the computer, his eyes were sour, he had worked overtime for several days in a row to sort out the resignation and handover of Shen's company, so the work of the hospital was also left behind.

In the past few days, one is to make up for the work of the previous days, and the other is because of guilt, I have made soup for Song Yingrui every day, and I always stay up late.

Right now, my body is tired, but my head is thinking a lot less.

At least, Shen Shen was rarely thought of.

It's just that every time I think of Song Yingrui, Song Yixian's shadow always flashes in my head.

She rubbed her temples, then stretched, and as she looked around for relief, she suddenly skimmed at a dark shadow in the doorway.

She was stunned, thinking that she had made a mistake, so she fixed her eyes and looked at it carefully.

The tall figure leaned close to the top frame of the door, and the arm that pulled up the half-sleeved sleeve was inserted in his pocket.

After meeting the glassy eyes, the man stood upright and walked towards her, like a walking human artwork.

Liang Jincheng was stunned, the man had already walked in front of her.

Startled, she staggered up from her chair and slammed into the table, so much so that the ballpoint pen on the table rolled to the ground, "Y-What are you doing here?" ”

"Come and see you." The tone is elegant, and the voice is low.

said, naturally generous.

But why come and see her!

Liang Jincheng pursed his lips slightly, always feeling uneasy and kind.

Song Yixian slowly bent down, stretched out his slender fingers, picked up the ballpoint pen, and handed it to her.

Thinking of the soup she had made for Song Yingrui in the past few days, she was a little weak-hearted, so she didn't pick up the pen, but said: "That soup"

She was about to explain, but he interrupted, "The soup is delicious, I like it." ”

Liang Jincheng's face suddenly turned red.

The inexplicable emotions in her heart made her nervous for a moment.

The phrase "the soup is delicious, I like it" sounds like she made him soup on purpose.

Song Yixian's pen was still not taken, so he placed it on the table by himself, revealing elegance and sexiness with every move.

"Ying Rui is not in good health, I made it for him." She was correcting the meaning of his words.

"Yingrui has been taken care of by you very well, I am very satisfied."

Liang Jincheng frowned slightly, looked up at the person in front of him, and felt that something was right, but something was wrong.

Caring about Ying Rui is her business, why should he be satisfied.

"Ying Rui is very cute, I care about him as I should." She explained, she was afraid that he would misunderstand again.

"It seems that you have completely accepted Yingrui."

Liang Jincheng's palms were lightly clenched into fists, and he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, what does it mean to accept Yingrui?

"Mr. Song" Liang Jincheng raised his voice and wanted to interrupt him, but he heard what he said in front of him.

"Start today and be my woman!"

Liang Jincheng blushed to the root of his ears in an instant.

But definitely not shy, but angry.

"Mr. Song, how many times do you need me to say it, I don't mean that to you." This man must be suffering from paranoia.

"Well, I'm just interested in you." He speaks easily and plainly, and his abundant capital has allowed him to develop an innate sense of superiority.

"But I'm married, does Mr. Song want to intervene even as a married woman?" Song Yixian would not be unaware of the fact that she was married, and on the first day he met him, he met Yan Qingqiu and Shen Xiaoya.

"It's okay, I can wait for you to get a divorce."

She felt that he was standing in front of her, condescending, like an invincible king, looking down on her, like looking down on his subjects, proud and dignified.

"You're so sure I'm going to get a divorce!"

"I'm better than that man." That's what he's sure of.

Thinking that there were other women beside him, Liang Jincheng couldn't help but smile, "So you want me to be one of your many lovers?" ”

"Many?" Song Yixian frowned.

"You have countless lovers, but Mrs. Song's position is still vacant for all these years, I don't care what you have investigated me, how much you know about me, even if you know the unhappiness of my current marriage, but anyway, I am his wife, not a lover, where are you better than him."

"But when did I say that you would be my lover?" Lover, not a compliment, Song Yixian is very clear about this, "You divorce, I will marry you." ”

Liang Jincheng was stunned, forced himself to calm down quickly, and took a deep breath, "I'm not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl anymore, such a coaxing trick is really not suitable for me." ”

The so-called sweet talk is nothing but a thousand ways to compromise the means for the sake of the end.

Let her divorce, Song Yixian will marry her? How could it be!

How can a rich child, even if he is married for the second time, accept a divorced woman.

"You have no confidence in yourself?" He asked softly, causing her to turn pale, and then he heard him say, "Don't doubt my eyes." ”

Only then did she know that behind the self-confidence and pride was the thick enough skin, thicker than the city wall.

"Mr. Song, I don't have a good impression of you." She straightened her back and refused completely, "This reason, is it enough!" ”

Not only did she dislike him, but she even disliked him a little.

She hates people with hearts, hates men with lovers, and hates rich people who don't care about their families and children.

All her hates are on full display in this man.

Song Yixian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking straight at her clear pupils, the black crystal was himself, and there was a trace of nervousness, fear and disgust revealed in it!

The water in his eyes flowed, his eyes were deep and hot, and his words remained gentle and ordinary, "It's okay, feelings can be cultivated." ”

Liang Jincheng was stunned, and Song Yixian stretched out his long arms and wrapped them around her waist.

"What are you doing" As she exclaimed, her body rose into the air, and she was picked up and sat on the table.

The stool in front of the table was kicked open by him, and he leaned over to press her.

Realizing his danger, Liang Jincheng suddenly raised his hand to push, but his wrist was grabbed by him in the palm of his hand.

Her hands were then restrained behind his back.

"You let me go, don't you"

Song Yixian kissed her again.

Her eyes widened and she tried to resist, but her whole body was confined and she couldn't move.

I could only watch the man in front of me violate me.

Between his lips and teeth was the faint scent of tobacco he brought.

He stood between her knees, intimate.

The zero-distance contact made Liang Jincheng's whole body burn.

Just when the tooth shell between the teeth wanted to be ashamed, Song Yixian actually got up and left her lips.

The brown glass eyes were full of warnings, "If you curse people, be careful that I want you here." ”

"You're shameless." Not only does she want to scold, but she also wants to hit people.

This man came once, and a second time, and took her for something.

"There are a lot of women who approach me, but it definitely doesn't affect you."

"Mr. Song, good means." Liang Jincheng wrinkled her eyebrows, full of disdain, she never thought that it was something to be proud of to be able to let many women live in peace.

Song Yixian's eyebrows were raised, and Jun's face was gloomy.

She had a cold face and was very impatient, "This is the hospital, not your home, let me go." ”

"Didn't anyone tell you that this hospital is mine?"

Liang Jincheng was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips, "Then I will resign tomorrow." ”

"Okay, I'll raise you." He said cheerfully.

"I don't need to." If she had known that this hospital belonged to Song Yixian, she would not have come here to work in the morning.

Song Yixian didn't answer anymore, just looked at her quietly.

The delicate wrist in the palm of his hand is like a soft sherrel, which cannot be used vigorously, but it cannot be released.

She looked ashamed and angry, glared at him, her nose dilated slightly, her breathing was a little heavy, and the sound of the air flow spread in the air, and there was a little more ambiguity.

Song Yixian looked at the red lips that had been eaten by himself, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

wants to be light, but Liang Jincheng in front of him is not a drunken and docile white rabbit, but a crazy kitten.

I want to pounce on him and bite him to death all the time.

"Bell Bell Ring" office landline rang.

An abrupt sound broke the silence.

"Ringing ringing, ringing ringing" several urgings, which upset Song Yixian.

"I'm going to answer the phone." She gritted her teeth and endured the heat in her heart.

Song Yixian skimmed the phone, still did not let go of her hand, and turned on the hands-free with one hand.

"Is it a golden orange?"

There was an intimate call on the other end of the phone, Liang Jincheng was shocked, his little face was flushed, and he was inexplicably nervous.

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