Sweet crazy!The abstinent tycoon spoils the queen as a delicate cub

Song Heqing rejected Cheng You's proposal, saying that he is now the same as Ding Butler, and Cheng You respectfully and carefully refuted, saying that he is not the same as Ding Butler.

But in the end, he still had food delivered to the study.

The smell of food filled the study room full of ink, and there was still the smell of smoke in it. The three kinds of smells were mixed, and Song Heqing felt a little sick for no reason.

After taking the last puff of his cigarette, he stubbed out the cigarette butt, and was about to go out to blow some air to dissipate the smell of cigarettes from his body, but as soon as he got up, he saw Xianxian running in.

The little thing jumped onto the desk and stepped on the white jade plum flower ribbon poetry paperweight. His small eyes were full of energy, and he put his small hands under his cheeks in a sleeping position, then took them down and opened them to the sides .

It's saying Yang Yang has woken up.

These days, after Yang Yang falls asleep, Xian Xian will watch over him every step of the way, and when Yang Yang wakes up, Xian Xian will come to convey the news to him.

See here.

Song Heqing gave up the idea of ​​going out for a shower, picked up the untouched dinner plate, and returned to the bedroom.

At that time, Liang Xi was leaning on the head of the bed, yawning sleepily, when she saw him come in, covered with a quilt, she crawled to the outside with both hands and feet.

"Baby, the kitchen made supper, would you like to have some?" Song Heqing put the dinner plate on the table, and hugged her on his lap like a child.

Liang Xi shook her head, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to eat." She shrugged her nose, sniffing the faint smell of tobacco on the man's body, and was very surprised, "Ah Qing, do you smoke?"

"Smoked one." Song Heqing replied in a gentle voice, and then, fearing that the smell of the smoke would affect Xiao Jiaojiao in her arms, she wanted to put her down.

However, Liang Xi hugged his neck tightly, buried her cheek in the socket of his neck, and rubbed back and forth like a clingy kitten, "Baby, you smell so good."

She didn't like the smell of tobacco very much before, but today she smelled this kind of woody smell mixed with tobacco smell on Little Buddha's body. It was cold and bitter with the warmth of fireworks after the autumn rain, and suddenly felt that it smelled good, good smell.

It smells so much better!

Song Heqing held her waist, freed a hand, and gently pinched her ear bones, with a charming low laugh, "Baby, stop rubbing." After a pause, he sighed, "Otherwise, tonight, I need to take a cold shower."

Liang Xi paused, raised her head, and kissed his crimson lips, her brows and eyes curved into smiles, "Okay, don't move, don't move."

"Husband~" Liang Xi held his face and traced his stern and superior jaw line with his fingertips. His beautiful eyes were filled with distress, but he joked, "You said I was pregnant, why do you look like me? It's like being pregnant, I've lost so much weight."

After a moment of silence, Liang Ximian's voice softened a lot, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"Yangyang..." Song Heqing had just opened his mouth when Liang Xi interrupted, "Eat, let's eat together."

Liang Xi turned around and picked up the steaming Cordyceps Chicken Soup, took a sip for herself, and fed him a sip. After a while, the bowl of soup was drained.

There were still a lot of things on the dinner plate, Liang Xi endured the discomfort, and ate everything with him, and finally got two cups of hot milk brought in.

then.

Back on the bed, Liang Xi nested in his arms, and asked on a whim, "Ah Qing, do you like boys or girls?"

"It depends on whether Yangyang likes boys or girls." Song Heqing closed her eyes, put her palm on her stomach and rubbed it gently.

Liang Xin pouted, "Then have you thought of a name for the baby?"

"Not yet." Afraid that His Royal Highness might get emotional, he lowered his head, kissed her between the eyebrows, and explained in a gentle voice, "There is no rush for the name. We will discuss it together when Yang Yang recovers."

There is no hurry, in fact, if His Highness hadn't mentioned this matter, he would never have thought of it.

Liang Xi didn't doubt that he was there, and said with a smile on her face, "Okay."

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The next day, the sky was gray and foggy.

Liang Xi would not wake up until after noon, but in the morning, Song Heqing would wake her up, I would feed her some breakfast, then go about her own affairs, come back at noon, and then leave, and so on.

Today is no exception.

However, after putting the little highness to sleep at noon, he did not go to work, but went to Tiantai Temple, where the legend of Jincheng is very effective.

Tiantai Temple is located on Tiantai Mountain, the southernmost part of Jincheng. Perhaps it was because of bad weather and heavy fog. Judging from the vehicles parked at the foot of the mountain, there seemed to be very few pilgrims who came to the temple today.

After Cheng You got out of the car, he felt the icy cold on his cheeks, only to realize that it was drizzling outside. He opened the rear door and came out to meet Song Heqing. He tentatively asked, "Sir, why are you here... ..?"

Song Heqing took off the gloves, handed them to him, and said flatly, "Pray for blessings."

pray?

Come to pray for the young lady?

Cheng You opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say, after all, Mr. never believed in these things, why did he suddenly... came to Tiantai Temple!

There is still a little unmelted snow on the green fir leaves on both sides of the mountain at the foot of the mountain. The stone steps leading up to the temple can only be seen a few meters away in the white fog. However, a challenger walked out of the thick fog. A gray-clothed monk with a shoulder pole.

Cheng You followed Song Heqing's gaze to look at the monk, and whispered, "Is this place really so spiritual?"

"The benefactor." Zeng Ren stopped, put it on the shoulder pole, and bowed to the two, with a gentle voice, "whether it works or not depends on the benefactor himself, because the heart is sincere and the spirit is natural."

After speaking, the monk picked up the pole again and walked away slowly.

Cheng You frowned, and smiled politely at the monk's words.

Sincere and natural spirit?

Does this sentence also apply to people like them with blood on their hands and deep debts?

At this time.

Song Heqing suddenly took off his coat and handed it to him, then stepped forward and walked down to the last step.

"Sir..." Cheng You looked at his back and had an unbelievable thought in his heart, but at the second when this absurd thought was born, he opened his eyes wide because he really saw arrive.

The gentleman he had been in awe of all his life, Patriarch Song, whom the dignitaries clung to, actually bent his honorable knee like this, and knelt down on the stone steps covered with a thin layer of moss.

The dust on the stone steps stained the husband's spotless black trousers, which was dazzling and out of tune with the noble man.

But the husband didn't care, he knelt down on the gods and Buddhas he had sneered at in the past, and kowtowed in the most pious manner, paying homage and praying.

Cheng You was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and thousands of words were stuck in his throat. When he realized it, he quickly went up and knelt behind the man, "Sir, I can pray for my wife. I am sincere and sincere, and there is absolutely no falsehood."

"No need, get up," Song Heqing stood up, went up a step, and bent his knees again.

Kowtow one step at a time.

Cheng You didn't dare to disobey the order, so he could only go back to the car and took out his umbrella, opened it, put aside all distracting thoughts in his heart, and followed his husband.

But he didn't expect that the husband actually ignored him, even refusing to open the umbrella.