Song Yingrui stood beside Liang Jincheng, and after a while, Huahua also rushed down from the stairs and rubbed at Liang Jincheng's feet.

From time to time, there are a few buoys.

Meng Keqing still looked at Liang Jincheng intently.

The first time she saw Liang Jincheng, she knew what was wrong with her.

I know why Song Yixian likes such a seemingly ordinary woman.

She couldn't compare to that.

She looked like the woman.

The woman who once made Meng Keqing very jealous was Fang Wuyou.

Liang Jincheng felt the strange gaze from Meng Keqing, looked back, and met Meng Keqing's eyes.

"Daddy." Song Yingrui shouted crisply.

Let everyone look out the door.

The man wears a crisp suit with a bow tie on the collar, and his face is delicate and picturesque.

Meng Keqing looked at Song Yixian, her eyes were full of admiration and admiration.

Meng Keqing once analyzed her feelings for Song Yixian, that is, it started with her appearance, talent, and loyalty to her character, the closer she gets, the farther away he is, and this kind of hopeless mood will always scratch her little heart.

Suddenly, Song Yixian raised his eyes and glanced at her.

People who haven't seen for a long time have never been able to hold back the throbbing in their hearts at this moment, Meng Keqing called softly: "Second Brother Song"

But the man in Meng Keqing's eyes went straight away.

walked to Liang Jincheng's side, took her red hands, and said with a little doting reproach: "Why are your hands so cold?" ”

The heat of those big hands reached hers, and it was only then that her cold hands felt a hint of intuition.

In the kitchen, no matter how his hands touch the cold water, Liang Jincheng said lightly: "It's okay, it's not cold." ”

"Next time, don't be reckless in cooking."

Such caring words, Meng Keqing heard it from Song Yixian's mouth for the first time.

Liang Jincheng smiled and shook his head, "You know, I like to cook. ”

Song Yixian raised her hand and kissed her on the lips, "Although I also like to eat, I'm afraid you'll be tired." ”

Meng Keqing looked at the ordinary conversation between husband and wife, and didn't know what it was like, such warm and meticulous movements seemed a little sour to Meng Keqing.

This is the man she has always been obsessed with, and after all, he has become someone else's husband.

Looking at the tears in Meng Keqing's eyes, how could the old lady not know what Meng Keqing was thinking.

said coldly to Song Yixian: "Okay, let's eat." ”

Liang Jincheng came back to his senses and said in Song Yixian's ear: "Grandma asked me to eat with you today, I'm a little nervous." ”

The voice was subtle, and only Song Yixian could hear it.

"Don't be afraid, sit next to me." Song Yixian responded to her with the same volume.

The small movements of hand-to-ear contact also entered Meng Keqing's eyes.

Old Mrs. Song pulled Meng Keqing, "Good girl, come and be next to me." ”

Hearing the voice, Meng Keqing smiled reluctantly, "Okay, I'll sit next to my grandmother." ”

Everyone sat down, and Liang Jincheng sat in the middle of Song Yingrui and Song Yixian.

Meng Keqing sat beside the old lady.

Liu Ying and Song Yancheng would not have appeared if it weren't for a family dinner.

Song Beilang was sorting out his luggage in the room, so he was one step late.

When everyone was seated in their seats, the meal began.

When Song Yingrui eats happily, he will throw a few pieces of meat to Huahua, and Liang Jincheng will wipe Song Yingrui's mouth with a white handkerchief from time to time, like a mother.

Song Yixian helped Liang Jincheng with vegetables from time to time.

The husband takes care of his wife, the wife takes care of his son, and the son takes care of the dog.

Meng Keqing looked at the movements of the two people, her eyes were red, and the old lady didn't say anything, she also helped Meng Keqing pick up vegetables, trying to find some other topics to talk about, wanting to divert Meng Keqing's attention.

Song Beilang and Song Jing looked at the strange atmosphere at the table and glanced at each other.

"Miss Meng seems to be crying sadly." Song Jing whispered.

Song Beilang nodded, "Actually, grandma is also a little angry. ”

Song Jingjing pouted, "No, the second brother always cares about the old lady in normal times, and he is not so attentive to Sister Xiaocheng, which is obviously deliberately done for Miss Meng." ”

"That's fine, otherwise how can I make Miss Meng die."

Song Jingjing felt that Meng Keqing was so pitiful, Meng Keqing liked Song Yixian, and the Song family knew about it, but Song Yixian only liked Liang Jincheng.

After dinner, everyone dispersed, and Liang Jincheng took Song Yingrui back to the room, turned around and came down to clean up the table.

didn't want Meng Keqing to be at the table, as if she was waiting for her.

"I'll help you."

Liang Jincheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Okay." ”

The two of them packed up their plates and sent them to the kitchen.

"Miss Meng put the dinner plate aside, the weather is cold and the water is cold, let me wash it."

Meng Keqing did not refuse, put the dinner plate in his hand as Liang Jincheng said, watched Liang Jincheng put on plastic gloves and turned on the faucet, and began to wash the dishes.

The splash of water jumped on the plate with a delicate white blue and white background, and it was very beautiful.

"I've heard Weiran talk about you." Meng Keqing said suddenly.

Liang Jincheng smiled slightly, "I also heard Wei Ran talk about you, but I didn't expect to meet in such a situation." ”

"Then you should also know that I like Song Yixian."

The cleaning cotton on Liang Jincheng's hand was stained with some dish detergent, and the cleaning cotton drew circles on the dinner plate, and a series of white foam immediately appeared, "Well, I know." ”

"Then do you hate me?" Meng Keqing asked.

Liang Jincheng shook his head, "How come." ”

"But I like your husband."

"It's your business that you like him, specifically it should be an uncontrollable emotion, there's nothing wrong with liking someone, how can you say things that you hate and blame." Liang Jincheng's expression was faint.

Meng Keqing smiled, "I like you to say that." ”

"Miss Meng is very cute, and she will find someone who can cherish you more."

"Well, since you've blessed me, I don't hate you." I have to say that as a rival in love, when she saw Liang Jincheng for the first time, Meng Keqing really hated her, but after a few words of exchange, she felt that Liang Jincheng did not rely on Song Yixian to speak disrespectfully, but praised her cuteness, and her gentle and lovely appearance, which really made her hate it.

Meng Keqing looked at her familiar face, and stopped talking.

When he turned to go out, he turned to look at her again, "Jincheng, can I call you that?" ”

Liang Jincheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Of course you can." ”

"I can see that Second Brother Song really loves you."

Liang Jincheng's eyes were suffocated.

"I've never seen Second Brother Song take such meticulous care of any woman." Meng Keqing was worried that Liang Jincheng wouldn't believe it, and deliberately strengthened his tone, "Really, I haven't seen him serve dishes for others, even Song Yingrui, he is such an impatient person, he is extremely patient with you." ”

Liang Jincheng smiled, Meng Keqing in front of him was simple and kind, "I know." ”

"I bless you from the bottom of my heart, really."

After saying this, Meng Keqing left.

The old lady kept thinking about asking Meng Keqing to stay overnight, but Meng Keqing refused, and said: "Anyway, I liked Second Brother Song, if I stayed, it wouldn't ruin Second Brother Song's reputation, he is a person who loves his wife, and he won't like me like this." ”

"Whether he likes it or not is his business, if you stay, you should accompany me, an old woman."

"No, I like someone like that, I don't want him to hate me for this kind of thing, I still have to leave when it's time to go." This is a matter of principle, and if you say it's okay, let's just see who Liang Jincheng is, and leave when the goal is achieved.

Meng Keqing said so, it is not interesting for the old lady to impose it on her, Song Yixian is already married, and the matter is already in the boat.

A young girl can be so sensible, how else can she be an elder, so she asked the driver to send her back personally.

After Liang Jincheng cleaned up the kitchen, he sat in the living room with grapefruit and tossed around.

After peeling the red heart pomelo, he went to the old lady's room before the old lady returned to the room, and put down the fruit before leaving.

Coming out of the old lady's room, Song Yingrui jumped out, "Little Orange, Little Orange, can you tell me a story tonight!" ”

"Then you have to take a shower first, lie down in bed cleanly, and I'll tell you a story."

"Okay."

Liang Jincheng was dragged to the room by Song Yingrui.

The little guy, as soon as he entered the door, consciously took off all his clothes and pants, exposed his little arms and legs, and got into the bathtub with a plop.

The little man tossed twice by himself, and colorful bubbles filled the entire bathtub.

The weather is cold in the south, there is no floor heating, so she can only turn on the bath bomb and the air conditioner, the temperature in the room is about the same, she took the bath towel to the bathroom, wrapped the whole thing for the little one, and threw it on the bed.

Song Yingrui played happily, wrapped in a bath towel and jumped on the bed, imitating mermaids, seals, and flowers

"Woohoo!"

"Wow !!" Song Yingrui also shouted a few times.

Liang Jincheng skillfully found cartoon pajamas from the wardrobe and put them on for the little guy.

The pink fat star suit, on Song Yingrui's body, is quite cute.

"Little Orange, are we going to tell the story of the wolf tonight?"

Liang Jincheng thought for a while, "I won't tell the stories I have told, let me think about what interesting stories there are, do you have any stories you want to hear?" ”

Song Yingrui rolled around on the big bed and said, "I want to know what it means to wait for the rabbit, make up for the dead, cover your ears and steal the bell!" ”

"Don't you know the story?"

"I don't know."

"Then how do you know these idioms?"

"I heard the children in the hospital say that her parents told them this story, I asked my father to tell me this story, and he always ignored me, little orange, can you tell these stories?"

Song Yingrui looked at Liang Jincheng with blank eyes.

Liang Jincheng nodded, unconsciously blaming the irresponsible father, "Don't worry, let's start with the story told in the idiom that a farmer picked up a rabbit one day."

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