Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Lin Jingqing seemed to have said that Di Bei gave her chicken soup, saying it was very good for her sleep.

But this matter... doesn't seem to need to be said.

After all, that happened a long time ago, and she hadn't seen it with her own eyes recently.

If Song Jing overthinks and blames Di Bei by mistake, won't the two brothers get into trouble again?

Bai Shao's eyes flashed slightly, and she subconsciously concealed the matter.

"There should be nothing else. Is there any problem on his side?"

"No."

Song Jing shook his head, took the toy and turned around to go out.

Then he sat alone in the garden for a while before getting up and going to the backyard.

Mr. Song had just returned from Chuncheng to recuperate. He was not used to the climate in Haicheng for a while. He tossed and turned and didn't sleep well last night. He had just gotten up when Song Jing came.

Seeing Song Jing coming over early in the morning, Mr. Song was in a good mood.

After washing, he pointed to the table where breakfast was set.

"Since you're here, come have breakfast with me."

"it is good."

Song Jing sat down obediently, and personally placed a plate of his favorite jade shrimp dumplings in front of Mr. Song, poured milk for Mr. Song, and peeled the hard-boiled eggs.

Mr. Song was very pleased: "It's really rare. It's been a long time since we, grandfather and grandson, have had a meal together."

"I was too busy before and ignored grandpa. I will come over often to eat with you in the future."

Song Jing answered respectfully, but his eyes were a little wandering, and he was obviously absent-minded.

Mr. Song's sharp eyes swept over him, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

Ever since Lin Jingqing, the biological mother, came back, the smiles on Song Jing's face had become less and less, and she had become more and more worried.

Coming to him so early today, I must have something to say to him.

But Song Jing didn't take the initiative to speak, and Mr. Song didn't bother to ask. He pretended not to notice anything and just ate his own breakfast.

The grandfather and grandson were speechless and finished their breakfast in silence. Mr. Song got up and went for a walk in the yard.

There is a bamboo forest in Mr. Song's yard, and a path has been built in the forest.

In this hot weather, walking in the bamboo forest, listening to the rustling of the bamboo leaves, and enjoying the soothing cool breeze is refreshing.

Song Jing stayed with Mr. Song, thinking over and over those words in his mind for a long time, and finally decided to speak directly.

The old man doesn't like to talk in a roundabout way, and too much testing is meaningless.

Song Jing quickened his pace slightly, walked side by side with Mr. Song on the path, and broke the silence: "Grandpa, do you really want Lin Jingqing to die?"

"Huh?" Mr. Song turned his head and glanced at Song Jing, his slightly cloudy eyes showing dignity and scrutiny.

Song Jing did not dodge, but looked directly at him, silently waiting for an answer.

This look made Mr. Song angry.

He simply didn't avoid it, sneered and admitted it directly.

"Yes, I just want her to die. She killed my son. I want her to die, shouldn't I?"

Song Jing's heart sank and he said nothing.

But Mr. Song knew what he was thinking and continued.

"But you are kind-hearted and care about her kindness to you, so I am willing to let her live for your sake." "But now it seems that I am feeding her well, but you are on the contrary. If you are dissatisfied and come to find fault with me if there is any trouble, you have really grown up!"

Mr. Song's words were filled with endless disappointment and helplessness, which made Song Jing feel extremely guilty.

He knew that when he mentioned these things today, he would definitely break the old man's heart.

But life was at stake, and Lin Jingqing was still lying in the hospital not knowing whether she was alive or dead. She had to say what she needed to say clearly, lest he and his grandfather would have a thorn in their hearts in the future.

Song Jing mustered up the courage to clarify his last words: "Grandpa, did you really not do anything to Lin Jingqing?"

"Why, after I have said so much, do you still think that I did this and that I was the one who ordered her to be poisoned?"

Mr. Song was very angry. He raised the cane in his hand and wanted to hit Song Jing. He trembled twice and put it back.

But he was so angry that he slammed the cane on the ground twice and asked Song Jing angrily: "In your heart, am I, an old man, so stupid?!"

"If I want her life, why do I need to beat around the bush? I just had her cut into pieces and thrown into the sea to feed the fish. What can you do to me? You underestimate me!"

Mr. Song's anger was like a thunderbolt, instantly wiping away any suspicion in the Song realm.

Also, with the old man's methods, if he really wanted Lin Jingqing to die, there was no need to go to such trouble.

If you find any excuse to make Lin Jingqing fall seriously ill, you can make her die quietly, so why should she make people panic like now?

And grandpa's anger is definitely not fake, he doesn't even bother with it.

Song Jing came back to his senses and felt guilty again.

Grandpa worked hard to raise him, but now he is doubting grandpa because of Lin Jingqing, the biological mother who abandoned him.

Grandpa is right to be angry.

Song Jing apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, grandpa, I shouldn't have asked you that."

"Are you sorry for me? You are sorry for yourself! You have to be merciful to a woman who is ruthless and unkind to you. If something happens again in the future, don't regret it!"

After Mr. Song finished speaking, he walked forward angrily and quickly. He didn't even want to deal with Song Jing, his stupid grandson anymore.

Song Jing felt ashamed after being told by Mr. Song, but he did not dare to refute, so he could only follow him, change the subject, and try to make the old man happy.

"Grandpa, Bai Shao and I have been too busy during this period and have no time to take care of Xiaotuanzi. Now that you are back, Xiaotuanzi will have to trouble you to take care of him more in the future."

"Hmph, you two young people, with so many people helping you, can't even take care of a child, and yet you still come to expect me, how can you take it for granted that you are my parents? It means that my old bones are still strong, otherwise who would care about you! "

Mr. Song was still angry, but when he talked about his great-grandson, he was obviously in a much better mood.

Although he reprimanded Song Jing, he later had Xiaotuanzi brought to the backyard and took care of him personally.

Anyway, it is summer now, and the child is older, so he is not afraid of catching a cold while being hugged.

Seeing that the old man had calmed down, Song Jing felt relieved and turned around to continue investigating Lin Jingqing's matter.

On Bai Shao's side, when she was packing up and getting ready to go out, she saw the toy that Song Jing had brought back.

A toy car with realistic craftsmanship can open the door and turn the steering wheel. Xiaotuanzi likes it very much.

At this time, the toy car was placed on the cabinet at the door, and it seemed nothing unusual.

But Bai Shao stared at the car for a long time, feeling uneasy in his heart.

She later rarely met Di Bei at Lin Jingqing's place, and never saw Di Bei bring chicken soup to Lin Jingqing.

But Lin Jingqing said that Di Bei was becoming more and more sensible and would not forget to make chicken soup for her when she came back.

What if Lin Jingqing was really poisoned because of drinking that chicken soup... (End of this chapter)