"Are you thirsty?" Song Menghua almost couldn't close his mouth when he smiled.

Song Qingchun was so frightened by Song Menghua like this that he didn't even dare to shake his head this time.

"Are you hungry?" Song Menghua asked, while taking Song Qingchun's shoulders, leading her to the chair on the side, and pressing her to sit on it, still with the amiable appearance just now: "Pregnant women are easy to get hungry, tossing at night until now, and haven't eaten yet, let's eat something first......"

Song Menghua said as he turned his head and instructed the housekeeper: "Go and tell the cook to make something delicious." ”

As he spoke, Song Menghua hurriedly turned his head and looked at Song Qingchun: "Youth, what do you want to eat?" You can eat anything, as long as you want, I'll let the chef make it for you right away! ”

Song Qingchun, who was confused, let alone shaking his head, stared at Song Menghua and didn't dare to take a breath.

Song Menghua thought that Song Qingchun couldn't think of what to eat for a while, so he opened his mouth to the housekeeper and ordered all the dishes that Song Qingchun liked to eat one by one, and finally added a sentence before the housekeeper went to find the cook: "Remember to make it lighter, don't put chili peppers, pregnant women are already angry, and when they eat spicy, they are easy to get angry." ”

After the housekeeper left, Song Menghua looked at Song Qingchun, looking happy as if he had signed a contract of hundreds of millions.

No, no, no, how can you compare his grandson with hundreds of millions of contracts, his grandson is much more expensive than hundreds of millions of contracts......

Song Menghua looked at Song Qingchun, as if he had seen a chubby doll crawling around, and immediately laughed, and lowered his head as happily as he wanted: "Youth, how many months has the child been?" ”

Dad, what's wrong? Was she crazy because of what happened to her and Su Zhinian?

Song Qingchun looked at Song Menghua and looked like he was about to cry.

……

Not to mention Song Qingchun, the onlookers around were all dumbfounded.

It seems that the crutches that Song Menghua waved just now did not hit Su Zhinian's body, but hit them on the head one by one.

Who can tell them what the hell is going on?

Obviously, a pair of children are incestful, as a father, not only did he not stop it, but even the reason for his anger was that he disliked his son and asked his daughter to take the child?

……

Song Menghua saw that Song Qingchun didn't speak, thinking that she only knew that she was pregnant, and she hadn't had time to go for a prenatal checkup.

Think about it, his bastard son asked her to get rid of the child, how could he still go to the prenatal checkup?

Song Menghua suddenly felt another breath in his chest, turned his head suddenly, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he swished at Su Zhinian and shot over, and then snorted heavily, then turned his head and turned into a smiling father: "Youth, haven't you had time for prenatal checkup?" ”

Song Menghua said, and looked at Qin Yinan: "Yinan, quickly call Lao Zhao and ask him to come over immediately and check our family's youth......

When Qin Yinan took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call, Song Qingchun finally made a voice: "No, no need...... I, I give birth...... ...... prenatal check-up"

Song Qingchun stammered for a while, and then the words in his mouth became clear: "...... The baby is now seven weeks old. ”

Seven weeks ...... That is, in eight months, he will be able to see his baby grandson?

Song Menghua laughed, laughing and laughing, Song Menghua realized that there was something wrong with the atmosphere around him.