"Little Orange" The soft and glutinous voice came in from the door, and Song Yingrui's white and pure little face was hung with a cute curly wig, "Little Orange, are you crying?" ”

The little man's voice was very soft, so light that it would disturb her.

Liang Jincheng turned his head, immediately wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, sniffed, and took a few deep breaths, not wanting the child to see himself like this, and denied: "No, no"

She spoke, in a thick, nasal voice.

Song Yingrui approached in small steps and asked softly, "Little Orange, is someone bullying you?" ”

Liang Jincheng no longer spoke, but shook his head.

But the tears in the corners of his eyes are constantly pouring out, and he can't stop it.

Seeing Song Yingrui getting closer and closer, Liang Jincheng got up abruptly and stayed away from Song Yingrui, "Yingrui, I'm fine, don't come over." ”

She had never tried to be in front of a child, and her emotions could not be controlled like this.

Song Yingrui's face swelled with a touch of anxiety, how could he feel good when he saw Liang Jincheng like this.

I haven't seen Xiao Cheng for a few days, but Xiao Cheng has been greatly wronged, which is too much.

The other day, he heard the parents in the next room talking about Little Orange.

Only then did he know that Liang Jincheng was married.

Although she is married, her marriage is not happy, her husband is still cheating, and Xiaocheng has been bullied by Xiaosan.

That's why I cried so sadly just now.

Song Yingrui guessed, hating himself more and more for being too small and too small.

"Little Orange, I'm sorry!" Song Yingrui's hands clenched into small fists, and his little face was wrinkled.

Liang Jincheng tried to calm his mood, and when he looked back at Song Yingrui, his eyes were red and swollen: "Yingrui, my sadness has nothing to do with you." ”

"No, it has something to do with me." Song Yingrui looked at Liang Jincheng with sincere eyes, "It's all my fault for failing to protect you well." ”

Outside the pharmacy door, Song Yixian followed Song Yingrui all the way here after seeing Song Yingrui sneak out of the ward.

Seeing Liang Jincheng crying in the house, a trace of emotion crossed his face.

"Little Orange, it's me who I didn't meet you early, and I didn't grow up quickly, so I let you go through so much torture and wronged Little Orange."

The villain pouted, his face puffed out, "Of course, I can't blame all this, I have to blame my father, I didn't get my mother earlier, I got married and gave birth to me when I became an old man, and now I am an old man."

Song Yixian listened to his son's "old man", and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

I heard Liang Jincheng say again: "Your father, in fact, is not very old, he still looks quite young." ”

"It's not very old, it's old, even if it's so old, it's really ashamed to think about a young and beautiful little girl." Song Yingrui continued to make up for it.

Song Yixian stared at his son in the pharmacy, wondering if he was biological.

Liang Jincheng waited for his emotions to calm down completely before he approached Song Yingrui, "It's so late, why don't you rest?" But he came running. ”

"Little Orange, we haven't seen each other for fifty-three hours and forty-two minutes, I miss you so much."

Liang Jincheng was surprised, he didn't expect the villain to be able to calculate the time so clearly.

Song Yingrui stretched out his little hand and hugged Liang Jincheng's slender calf, and Liang Jincheng squatted down and let him lean into his arms.

The little man was soft, soft, and sucked her taste fiercely in her arms, "Little Orange, you are so fragrant, I like your smell so much, although I don't have hair, but Mother He has a shampoo for me, every time she washes, I will tell her to use the shampoo you gave me, so that I can smell the smell of Little Orange every day." ”

"Yes, you can." Seeing Song Yingrui's innocent smiling face, the haze in Liang Jincheng's heart was swept away.

He was really like a little sun, who could illuminate the darkness of her heart.

Song Yingrui endured the torture of the disease, and she could still laugh heartily every day, how could she, as an adult, fall.

"Winray, thank you."

"Huh?"

"Thank you for making me less sad and brighter."

Song Yingrui didn't expect that he was so powerful, thinking that this might be the "power of love".

At this moment, the clock on the wall chimes the time on the hour, and it is already ten o'clock in the evening.

Liang Jincheng said, "I'll send you back, it's late." ”

Song Yingrui was a little sleepy, but he was not so sleepy, because he saw a thin layer of dark circles under Liang Jincheng's eyes, he was afraid that Liang Jincheng would be tired, so he didn't excuse himself.

He opened his arms to hug.

Liang Jincheng took the little man in his arms and went to the intensive care unit.

After putting the person on the hospital bed, she was about to leave, but Song Yingrui grabbed her, "Xiaocheng, can I kiss you?" ”

Liang Jincheng was stunned, and then put his cheek to Song Yingrui's side.

Song Yingrui looked at Liang Jincheng's cherry-like lips, stretched out his tongue and licked around the small mouth, and was about to lean over to Liang Jincheng's lips, but there was a knock on the door, which made Liang Jincheng's eyes shift to the door.

also made Song Yingrui, who had originally found a target to kiss, only kiss Liang Jincheng's cheek.

His cheeks were moist, stained with a lot of saliva.

Liang Jincheng saw the man standing in front of the door, and his face changed slightly.

The man's slender figure was as tall as the door frame, the neckline of his white shirt was crisp and neat, and the light in the aisle reflected on his white shirt, revealing the broad shoulders under the shirt and the narrow and tight waist.

Seeing her gaze froze, she raised her head slightly, and met those deep eyes.

Her heart jumped, and she immediately said, "Ying Rui, I'm going back, good night." ”

When she passed by Song Yixian's side, her long, soft hair brushed his side.

The fragrance of the woman still lingered on the tip of his nose, but the person disappeared from view early.

When Liang Jincheng walked past Song Yixian, he was in a hurry and panicked.

As he could see, the little woman was a little afraid of herself.

"Little Orange Little Orange" Song Yingrui was still very reluctant, and when Liang Jincheng walked to the door, he immediately said goodnight, "We'll see you tomorrow." ”

But Liang Jincheng didn't even leave him with a side face.

Song Yingrui knew that Liang Jincheng was afraid of his father.

Song Yingrui glared at Song Yixian fiercely, firstly because he scared Xiao Cheng.

The second reason is that he ruined his good deeds just now.

"Aren't you supposed to go home, what are you doing here?" Song Yingrui asked with three points.

Song Yixian ignored it, sat on the sofa by himself, lit a cigarette leisurely, narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath.

"Didn't you see that I was making out with Xiao Cheng just now, why didn't you think about your son at all, I really doubt that I was born to you." Song Yingrui puffed out his little cheeks, looking unhappy.

Song Yixian spit out a layer of smoke between his thin lips, and said coldly: "What a coincidence, I also suspect that you are not my own."

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