Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Both distressed and worried, "Yunchi, how are you feeling?"

Jingxing seems to feel something. Today he is very quiet.

With a pair of dark eyes, song Yunchi looked at his son and Jingxing looked at him.

For a long time, he sighed faintly, "it's all right."

How could it be all right? Mrs. song received a call from Song Yiheng. I heard that he fainted in a car accident and almost didn't scare out of a heart attack.

The daughter-in-law hasn't come back yet. My grandson is crying day by day. Don't let anything happen to my son again.

If something really happened to song Yunchi, Mrs. song couldn't hold on.

"Well, how could there be a car accident?"

"Some shake God." Song Yunchi didn't want to explain too much. He stretched out his hand and looked at his dull son, "Jingxing, Dad."

Mrs. song also missed saying a few words. Seeing that he didn't want to talk more, she didn't say anything and gave him the scenery.

Holding Jingxing and looking at his wet, crying eyes, I found that they were like Lu Meng.

A touch of irritability came to my mind.

He tried to ignore it, but he couldn't ignore it.

Can only allow this irritability, a little spread, lawless expansion.

Song Yiheng takes Le Wuyou to the ward to visit Song Yunchi. They come in together and have a face-to-face meeting with Mrs. song.

Seeing the girls around Song Yiheng at first sight, Mrs. song knew something and smiled very kindly, "Yiheng, is this your girlfriend?"

Le Wuyou blushed and shyly hid from Song Yiheng.

Song Yiheng grinned, "don't tease her."

It seems to be true that the protection is so tight.

Mrs. song waved her hand. "You talk first. I'll go out and get some air."

Leave the ward and leave space for their young people.

As soon as Mrs. song left, Le Wuyou stood out from behind song Yiheng, with a pair of eyes full of curiosity and joy staring at Song Yunchi... The white and tender scenery in her arms.

"Brother, are you better?"

Song Yunchi nodded gently, "much better."

Aware of Le Wuyou's burning eyes, he smiled faintly, looked down, looked at the scenery in his arms, and found that his little expression was still very cute.

"Want to hug him?"

Le Wuyou was flattered and couldn't believe song Yunchi was asking her.

After the reaction, he nodded hurriedly, "think!"

"Come on."

As soon as the voice fell, Le Wuyou quickly stepped forward, rushed to the hospital bed, stretched out his hand, and song Yunchi handed xiaojingxing to her.

Leaving his father's arms, Jingxing struggled and Le Wuyou hugged him.

The little guy in my arms is fragrant and soft, with a milk smell on his body.

It smells very sweet.

"It smells good." She buried her head and took a deep sniff.

"Worry free, do you like children?" Song Yiheng watched her fondly embrace Jingxing, walked to her and stretched out his hand to tease Jingxing.

Le Wuyou nodded heavily, "Hmm! I love it. "

"Oh." A low smile spilled from Song Yunchi's thin lips.

Song Yiheng and Le Wuyou looked at the past at the same time.

"Sorry." Song Yunchi explained faintly, "I just thought of a person."

Listening to le's carefree tone, song Yunchi just thought of Lu Meng.

Her tone, manner of speaking, and small expression when excited are somewhat similar to Lu Meng.

Song Yiheng was curious, "brother, who do you think of?"

"An insignificant person."

Well, I got a nose ash.