Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world
Chapter 242 1 mountain is higher than 1 mountain
Chapter 242 A Mountain Is Higher Than A Mountain
Song Jing started to serve a bowl of beef soup to An Yan: "Yan Yan, come, drink some soup. Your stomach is not very good. Drinking soup before meals will help nourish your stomach."
"Ah."
An Yan was too lazy to deal with Mo Chen anymore and turned a blind eye to the shrimps piled up on the plate.
She smiled slightly and took the beef soup from Song Jing.
Zhan Mochen's eyes darkened. Is Yan Yan something that a piece of shit like Song Jing can call out?
He raised his hand to take the bowl away and said in a cold tone: "People with weak stomachs should not drink more soup, and don't listen to the quack doctors."
Song Jing didn't even look at him, but took his own soup bowl and filled another bowl of soup for An Yan.
"I remember I took you to see a doctor. The doctor said that you can drink moderate amounts of soup before meals due to your condition."
"Well, I remember that the American doctor told me to go back to China and see Chinese medicine. He thought Chinese medicine was amazing."
As soon as Song Jing said this, An Yan also remembered it, took the soup bowl with a crooked eyebrow, and clasped her fingers.
Zhan Mochen, a shameless person, was deliberately trying to embarrass Song Jing.
But she couldn't lose Song Jing's face. Song Jing took great care of her and the children when they were abroad, and he saved her again this time.
She can't repay kindness with hatred.
In order to prevent Zhan Mochen from acting like a monster again, An Yan lowered her head to drink the soup, and soon the small bowl of soup reached the bottom.
"It tastes good." An Yan's face showed satisfaction and she sighed sincerely.
Zhan Mochen's eyes turned red with anger.
Is there any way to live this day?
But then, he saw what it means to have a completely impossible life.
An Yan took out a tissue and accidentally knocked her bag to the ground.
Before An Yan could react, Song Jing had already leaned over to help her pick up the bag.
Then he took out a tissue and handed it to An Yan's mouth, showing a doting smile.
"Yanyan, you are still as cute as before."
An Yan took the tissue and said dissatisfied: "Are you trying to say that I'm still as clumsy as before?"
"Haha, I didn't say that." Song Jing laughed happily.
The three little ones next to me also chirped and laughed: "Godfather, you said that when you first saw my mommy, you said she was clumsy!"
"You also said it was the first time we met. I didn't know your mommy at that time, but now I know that your mommy is beautiful and cute!"
"Hehe, mommy, your godfather is praising you!"
An Nuannuan fluttered her long eyelashes, laughed and shook her head.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was harmonious and warm. Zhan Mochen sat aside, like a complete outsider.
With his eyes floating up and down, the jealousy in Zhan Mochen's heart burned more and more intensely.
In front of Fu Jingbo, the three children faced him unconditionally.But in front of Song Jing, all three naughty children surrendered to the enemy.
Every one of them is from the past, and every one of them is a past that he has never been involved in.
So, Song Jing is declaring war on him?
Look at his dog paws, I wish I could stretch them into Yan Yan’s face!
I really want to chop off his claws.
Zhan Mochen clenched his phone, the veins on the back of his hand twitching, and sarcasm appeared in his eyes.
Just this little trick?
Ah.
Zhan Mochen stood up, held his cell phone in his hand, and walked out with a dark face.
At the end of the corridor, he dialed a familiar number.
In the private room, Song Jing saw Zhan Mochen going out, and a smile disappeared from the corner of his lips.
When people are irrational, they are most likely to become chaotic.
If Zhan Mochen was calling someone, then he would get what he asked for.
Song Jing had already begun to imagine herself with a hurt face and An Yan's distressed look.
But this "sweet dream" was quickly shattered by Zhan Mochen's smiling face.
Zhan Mochen walked around outside and felt refreshed.
After sitting down again calmly, Zhan Mochen broke tonight's record and smiled at Song Jing, although the smile was full of weirdness.
He even brought him a piece of preserved egg.
"Song Jing, if you say that we are naked friends who grew up together, don't be mean."
"Next time you invite my wife to dinner, remember to call me. Otherwise, I'll be embarrassed if I tag along."
Song Jing looked at the dark green preserved eggs in front of him and felt a little nauseous.
Does this guy Zhan Mochen still know how to be embarrassed?
Of course, it wasn't Zhan Mochen who made him want to vomit, it was because he couldn't eat preserved eggs and would vomit whenever he ate them.
An Yan obviously knew this, and quickly moved the plate in front of Song Jing and gave Zhan Mo Chen an angry look. "You can't eat preserved eggs in Songjing. Did you do that on purpose?"
"Did you just find out?" Zhan Mochen's lips curved into an evil smile.
Song Jing waved his hands quickly: "Yanyan, don't be angry, I'm fine..."
Before Song Jing finished speaking about green tea, the phone rang.When he saw that it was Mr. Song, he quickly picked up the call.
"grandfather?"
"Well, there's something urgent at home. You should go home quickly." The old man's tone on the other end of the phone was serious.
All Song Jing's thoughts instantly returned to zero.
He could only stand up and say goodbye hastily: "Yanyan, you and the children eat slowly. There is something going on at home. I will go home first."
"Then go ahead and let's get together next time when we have time."
An Yan didn't know what happened, but seeing Song Jing's serious expression, she quickly stood up and sent Song Jing out.
Song Jing reluctantly waved goodbye to the three little ones, and the three little ones also eagerly watched Song Jing leave.
Only Zhan Mochen looked at Song Jing's hurried away figure with a smile and waved his sleeves, hiding his merit and fame.
Song Jing left midway, and Zhan Mochen felt his appetite improved.
"Yanyan, let's continue eating."
Zhan Mochen was extremely satisfied as only his family was left in harmony.
The three little ones didn't notice anything except that they regretted that their godfather's time with them was too short.
Only An Yan felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't explain it, so she finished the meal tastelessly.
After returning home, An Yan took the three little ones to wash and put them to sleep.
As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he was pulled in and pushed directly against the wall.
"Yan Yan, do you like Song Jing?"
As if he had been suppressing it for a long time, the man's hot breath sprayed down and enveloped An Yan's entire body.
An Yan was stunned for a moment and couldn't believe her ears: "Zhan Mochen, what did you say?"
"Let me ask, do you like Song Dynasty?"
He didn't plan to ask at first, but he couldn't help it.
Zhan Mochen's big hand reached in from An Yan's lower back, climbing up her delicate back inch by inch.
An Yan shuddered unconsciously, and in surprise, anger suddenly surged up: "Zhan Mochen, is there something wrong with you?"
Using all his strength, he pushed Zhan Mochen away: "Don't use your brain to speculate on the relationship between me and Song Jing!"
After saying that, he entered the bathroom without looking back and locked the door with a click. He was obviously annoyed.
Zhan Mochen was left on the spot and touched the tip of his nose awkwardly.
But I couldn't help but feel happy.
Yan Yan doesn't like Song Jing.
At the very least, it's not a love between a man and a woman.
good, very good, excellent.
Zhan Mochen walked out of the bedroom happily and went to the study.
After dialing Mr. Zhan's number, Zhan Mochen sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for tonight's incident, grandpa."
"What's there to thank you for? Someone wants to steal my granddaughter-in-law, but I won't agree!"
As soon as he received a call from Zhan Mochen asking for help in dealing with Song Jing, Mr. Zhan immediately called Mr. Song and asked him to take care of his grandson.
As for my grandson...
Mr. Zhan sighed: "Grandpa is doing it all for you, but you can't rely on grandpa alone."
"You have to work harder and give me more great-grandchildren. When the time comes, Xiaoyan will be reluctant to leave you!"
"okay."
Although it gave him a headache when he heard his grandfather's tone of using children to tie up his wife, Zhan Mochen didn't want to make the old man unhappy, so he could only agree perfunctorily.
"That's good, it's very late, go to bed!"
Mr. Zhan happily hung up the phone.
Zhan Mochen smiled bitterly.
Grandpa is urging him to create humans.
But he doesn't know whether his poor grandson can sleep with his wife in his arms tonight.
(End of this chapter)
Song Jing started to serve a bowl of beef soup to An Yan: "Yan Yan, come, drink some soup. Your stomach is not very good. Drinking soup before meals will help nourish your stomach."
"Ah."
An Yan was too lazy to deal with Mo Chen anymore and turned a blind eye to the shrimps piled up on the plate.
She smiled slightly and took the beef soup from Song Jing.
Zhan Mochen's eyes darkened. Is Yan Yan something that a piece of shit like Song Jing can call out?
He raised his hand to take the bowl away and said in a cold tone: "People with weak stomachs should not drink more soup, and don't listen to the quack doctors."
Song Jing didn't even look at him, but took his own soup bowl and filled another bowl of soup for An Yan.
"I remember I took you to see a doctor. The doctor said that you can drink moderate amounts of soup before meals due to your condition."
"Well, I remember that the American doctor told me to go back to China and see Chinese medicine. He thought Chinese medicine was amazing."
As soon as Song Jing said this, An Yan also remembered it, took the soup bowl with a crooked eyebrow, and clasped her fingers.
Zhan Mochen, a shameless person, was deliberately trying to embarrass Song Jing.
But she couldn't lose Song Jing's face. Song Jing took great care of her and the children when they were abroad, and he saved her again this time.
She can't repay kindness with hatred.
In order to prevent Zhan Mochen from acting like a monster again, An Yan lowered her head to drink the soup, and soon the small bowl of soup reached the bottom.
"It tastes good." An Yan's face showed satisfaction and she sighed sincerely.
Zhan Mochen's eyes turned red with anger.
Is there any way to live this day?
But then, he saw what it means to have a completely impossible life.
An Yan took out a tissue and accidentally knocked her bag to the ground.
Before An Yan could react, Song Jing had already leaned over to help her pick up the bag.
Then he took out a tissue and handed it to An Yan's mouth, showing a doting smile.
"Yanyan, you are still as cute as before."
An Yan took the tissue and said dissatisfied: "Are you trying to say that I'm still as clumsy as before?"
"Haha, I didn't say that." Song Jing laughed happily.
The three little ones next to me also chirped and laughed: "Godfather, you said that when you first saw my mommy, you said she was clumsy!"
"You also said it was the first time we met. I didn't know your mommy at that time, but now I know that your mommy is beautiful and cute!"
"Hehe, mommy, your godfather is praising you!"
An Nuannuan fluttered her long eyelashes, laughed and shook her head.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was harmonious and warm. Zhan Mochen sat aside, like a complete outsider.
With his eyes floating up and down, the jealousy in Zhan Mochen's heart burned more and more intensely.
In front of Fu Jingbo, the three children faced him unconditionally.But in front of Song Jing, all three naughty children surrendered to the enemy.
Every one of them is from the past, and every one of them is a past that he has never been involved in.
So, Song Jing is declaring war on him?
Look at his dog paws, I wish I could stretch them into Yan Yan’s face!
I really want to chop off his claws.
Zhan Mochen clenched his phone, the veins on the back of his hand twitching, and sarcasm appeared in his eyes.
Just this little trick?
Ah.
Zhan Mochen stood up, held his cell phone in his hand, and walked out with a dark face.
At the end of the corridor, he dialed a familiar number.
In the private room, Song Jing saw Zhan Mochen going out, and a smile disappeared from the corner of his lips.
When people are irrational, they are most likely to become chaotic.
If Zhan Mochen was calling someone, then he would get what he asked for.
Song Jing had already begun to imagine herself with a hurt face and An Yan's distressed look.
But this "sweet dream" was quickly shattered by Zhan Mochen's smiling face.
Zhan Mochen walked around outside and felt refreshed.
After sitting down again calmly, Zhan Mochen broke tonight's record and smiled at Song Jing, although the smile was full of weirdness.
He even brought him a piece of preserved egg.
"Song Jing, if you say that we are naked friends who grew up together, don't be mean."
"Next time you invite my wife to dinner, remember to call me. Otherwise, I'll be embarrassed if I tag along."
Song Jing looked at the dark green preserved eggs in front of him and felt a little nauseous.
Does this guy Zhan Mochen still know how to be embarrassed?
Of course, it wasn't Zhan Mochen who made him want to vomit, it was because he couldn't eat preserved eggs and would vomit whenever he ate them.
An Yan obviously knew this, and quickly moved the plate in front of Song Jing and gave Zhan Mo Chen an angry look. "You can't eat preserved eggs in Songjing. Did you do that on purpose?"
"Did you just find out?" Zhan Mochen's lips curved into an evil smile.
Song Jing waved his hands quickly: "Yanyan, don't be angry, I'm fine..."
Before Song Jing finished speaking about green tea, the phone rang.When he saw that it was Mr. Song, he quickly picked up the call.
"grandfather?"
"Well, there's something urgent at home. You should go home quickly." The old man's tone on the other end of the phone was serious.
All Song Jing's thoughts instantly returned to zero.
He could only stand up and say goodbye hastily: "Yanyan, you and the children eat slowly. There is something going on at home. I will go home first."
"Then go ahead and let's get together next time when we have time."
An Yan didn't know what happened, but seeing Song Jing's serious expression, she quickly stood up and sent Song Jing out.
Song Jing reluctantly waved goodbye to the three little ones, and the three little ones also eagerly watched Song Jing leave.
Only Zhan Mochen looked at Song Jing's hurried away figure with a smile and waved his sleeves, hiding his merit and fame.
Song Jing left midway, and Zhan Mochen felt his appetite improved.
"Yanyan, let's continue eating."
Zhan Mochen was extremely satisfied as only his family was left in harmony.
The three little ones didn't notice anything except that they regretted that their godfather's time with them was too short.
Only An Yan felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't explain it, so she finished the meal tastelessly.
After returning home, An Yan took the three little ones to wash and put them to sleep.
As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he was pulled in and pushed directly against the wall.
"Yan Yan, do you like Song Jing?"
As if he had been suppressing it for a long time, the man's hot breath sprayed down and enveloped An Yan's entire body.
An Yan was stunned for a moment and couldn't believe her ears: "Zhan Mochen, what did you say?"
"Let me ask, do you like Song Dynasty?"
He didn't plan to ask at first, but he couldn't help it.
Zhan Mochen's big hand reached in from An Yan's lower back, climbing up her delicate back inch by inch.
An Yan shuddered unconsciously, and in surprise, anger suddenly surged up: "Zhan Mochen, is there something wrong with you?"
Using all his strength, he pushed Zhan Mochen away: "Don't use your brain to speculate on the relationship between me and Song Jing!"
After saying that, he entered the bathroom without looking back and locked the door with a click. He was obviously annoyed.
Zhan Mochen was left on the spot and touched the tip of his nose awkwardly.
But I couldn't help but feel happy.
Yan Yan doesn't like Song Jing.
At the very least, it's not a love between a man and a woman.
good, very good, excellent.
Zhan Mochen walked out of the bedroom happily and went to the study.
After dialing Mr. Zhan's number, Zhan Mochen sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for tonight's incident, grandpa."
"What's there to thank you for? Someone wants to steal my granddaughter-in-law, but I won't agree!"
As soon as he received a call from Zhan Mochen asking for help in dealing with Song Jing, Mr. Zhan immediately called Mr. Song and asked him to take care of his grandson.
As for my grandson...
Mr. Zhan sighed: "Grandpa is doing it all for you, but you can't rely on grandpa alone."
"You have to work harder and give me more great-grandchildren. When the time comes, Xiaoyan will be reluctant to leave you!"
"okay."
Although it gave him a headache when he heard his grandfather's tone of using children to tie up his wife, Zhan Mochen didn't want to make the old man unhappy, so he could only agree perfunctorily.
"That's good, it's very late, go to bed!"
Mr. Zhan happily hung up the phone.
Zhan Mochen smiled bitterly.
Grandpa is urging him to create humans.
But he doesn't know whether his poor grandson can sleep with his wife in his arms tonight.
(End of this chapter)
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