flashy wedding

Chapter 900 Tiger poison does not eat its children? (2)
Song Jincheng looked at the person in front of him.

After a while, he sighed, stepped forward, and wanted to stretch out his hand to pull it, but unexpectedly, Lu Jixiang dodged it.

"What tiger poison does not eat its children?"

Lu Jixiang asked word by word, his face was a little pale, like a piece of white paper.

Song Jincheng's face darkened instantly.

"You believe her?"

There was no warmth in his voice, like cold ice and snow.

Lu Jixiang didn't answer, neither admitted nor denied.

Song Jincheng looked at her, his heart sank.

"Would you believe me if I said that she was talking nonsense and trying to break things apart?"

Lu Jixiang raised his head slowly, looked at him, his eyes turned red at some point, as if he was about to cry but without tears, it really broke his heart.

Song Jincheng frowned, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, gnashing his teeth next to her ear, with ruthlessness: "If you dare to say 'no', I will immediately..."

Having said that, it stopped abruptly.

What can he do immediately?

He can't say any harsh words!

This girl is his heart, what can he do with her?No matter what, it was poking his heart!

When I got home, Xiao Nian was breastfeeding, and the whole baby room was filled with a faint milk fragrance.

Lu Jixiang walked over without saying a word, reached out and snatched his daughter from the nanny's arms.

The nanny was frightened, she quickly put down her clothes, and said cautiously, "Young Madam, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine!"

Lu Jixiang shook his head, and sat down beside him with his daughter in his arms.

The nanny stood there, completely bewildered.

After a few seconds, Lu Jixiang said again: "You go out first, let my daughter and I stay alone for a while!"

"Hey!"

The nanny nodded and hurried out.

When she opened the door, she found Song Jincheng standing outside, silently.

"gentlemen!"

The nanny called in a low voice.

Song Jincheng gave up.

The nanny nodded and hurried downstairs.

Song Jincheng hesitated a little, but finally pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was very quiet, and the two most important women in his life were inside.

He silently walked to the girl and sat down.

Lu Jixiang turned his head and looked at him: "I'm sorry!"

Song Jincheng was a little surprised.

But soon, he bent his lips again, stroked the girl's long hair with his big palm, and said in a gentle voice, "Why do you say that?"

Lu Jixiang bit his lip.

She looked down at the child in her arms, and said slowly: "Song Jincheng, what I said today was not sincere, I was just impulsive, don't worry, okay?"

"Ok!"

Song Jincheng nodded, and took him into his arms.

At this time, Xiao Nian also saw him, giggled, and flapped a pair of small hands to be hugged by Dad.

Lu Jixiang turned slightly sideways and handed the child to him.

Song Jincheng took it carefully, and kissed his daughter's cheek with a tender expression: "This girl looks more and more like you."

"is it?"

Lu Jixiang hugged the man's arm, put his chin on his shoulder, and looked closely at the man's profile.

Song Jincheng didn't care about her unscrupulousness.

He lowered his head and kissed his daughter's cheek before saying, "Yes, as clingy as you!"

"Hey!"

Lu Jixiang beat him with his hand.

Song Jincheng didn't hide, and curled his lips: "A child's nutritional intake is very important. She is growing up, so you can't let her be hungry, understand?"

"what?"

Lu Jixiang was a little dazed, and didn't understand why he said these words suddenly.

But Song Jincheng continued: "Go and call the nanny up, let her continue feeding my daughter."

Lu Jixiang reacted.

She is quite guilty.

"Oh……"

After getting up from the sofa, she stepped out.

Coming to the door, a man's voice came from behind: "Auspicious, you have to trust me, from the beginning to the end, I only have you!"

Lu Jixiang held the doorknob without looking back.

After two seconds, she walked out.

at night.

The two were lingering, Song Jincheng was rarely patient, even though this was the first exception in more than half a year, he was still cautious, lest he hurt the girl.

Since the postpartum period, Lu Jixiang's body has become a lot more sensitive, how could he stand up to the man's patient teasing, after a while, he disarmed and surrendered, screaming again and again, his whole body almost melted into soft water.

Song Jincheng was also delighted.

After finishing the work, Song Jincheng carried him into the bathtub.

Lu Jixiang was extremely tired, half-closed his eyes, his whole body was soaked in the warm water, lying lazily on the edge of the bathtub, his wet hair lay beside him, and the red tide on his little face did not recede.

Song Jincheng washed her carefully, and finally wrapped her up in a big bath towel, making it dense like a rice dumpling.

Lu Jixiang was very uncomfortable about this.

"What are you doing?"

She twisted her body, wriggling in the middle of the bed like a silkworm baby.

Song Jincheng was standing by the bed, holding a towel in his hand, looking at her cute appearance, he couldn't help laughing.

"Be good, don't move around."

He chuckled.

Lu Jixiang stared at her: "Let me go!"

"it is good!"

The man nodded, and after taking a seat by the bed, he stretched out his big hand and directly hugged the girl into his arms again.

"Hey!"

Lu Jixiang glared.

Song Jincheng turned a blind eye, let her lie on his lap, and began to wipe her hair.

It's just that Lu Jixiang's hair has already grown to waist length, and this hair can't be done anytime soon.

Finally, the man sighed: "Auspicious, your hair has grown a lot!"

Lu Jixiang started to feel sleepy again, lazily pillowing on the man's lap, humming: "It can be cut..."

"No!"

The man scowled.

Lu Jixiang turned over impatiently, and continued: "Then you have to wipe my hair every day from now on, hum!"

"it is good."

Song Jincheng nodded seriously.

Hearing this, Lu Jixiang couldn't help but cast a glance at him, and muttered: "Why are you so talkative today?"

"When did I stop talking?"

The man said, while continuing to brush her hair.

Lu Jixiang rolled his eyes, thought for a while, and then replied: "It's hard to talk a lot of times, but... I'm used to it!"

Song Jincheng didn't even bother to talk to her.

After a while, Lu Jixiang unconsciously fell into sleep.

(End of this chapter)