Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

"Nian He," Mother Song looked at her with loving eyes, "Your father and I have already agreed to return to the capital next Tuesday."

"next Tuesday?"

"Yes."

Song Nianhe looked at the calendar.

It's already Saturday, and my parents are leaving in just a few days.

"Mom, don't you stay a little longer?" Song Nianhe asked, "Is there something waiting to be dealt with in the capital?"

Mother Song nodded: "Yes, whether we are in the capital or not, someone should take care of the family. But don't worry, we can come to visit you at any time as long as we are free. Moreover, your brother will stay in Sicheng until you don't need it. So far."

"When you and Si Moli recover, you can come to the capital. It will be easy for our family to reunite."

Song Nianhe said "hmm".

After drinking the chicken soup, her stomach felt warm, her body was no longer limp, and she regained some strength.

She went to the next ward to take a look.

Si Moli closed his eyes and lay there quietly.

Her nose felt sore.

However, Song Nianhe blinked quickly and forced back the tears.

"Mom," she turned to look at Mother Song, "I want to go to the temple."

"In the temple?"

"Yes, I wish you peace and success."

Song Nianhe was still very uneasy.

She didn't know how to calm down, so all she could think about was to worship the Bodhisattva.

When neither medicine nor science can alleviate her anxiety, perhaps only Buddhism and metaphysics can soothe her hot heart.

"Okay." Mother Song nodded, "Mom will go with you early tomorrow morning."

the next day.

As soon as Song Nianhe woke up, he immediately set off for the temple on the outskirts of the city.

This is the most popular temple in Sicheng, with an endless stream of people coming and going.

The air is filled with a strong scent of sandalwood.

I heard that anything you wish for here is very effective, so some people come from thousands of miles to make a wish, and some come to fulfill their wishes happily.

Being in the temple, Song Nianhe's restless heart finally calmed down a little.

She is very religious.

Holding three sticks of incense in his hand, Song Nianhe shuttled from temple to temple, kneeling down, kowtowing and making wishes.

In front of every Bodhisattva, Song Nianhe made a serious wish——

"I ask Bodhisattva to bless my husband, Si Moli, to be safe and healthy."

This is her only wish.

As long as Si Moli can do well, that's enough.

Song Nianhe is not greedy.

The purpose of her visit this time was also to pray for Si Moli.

Not half for himself, not half for himself, but all for Si Moli.

There were a lot of people, and Song Nianhe walked slowly in the crowd, with a firm expression and gentle eyes.

Every step cannot be omitted or omitted.

Sincerity leads to spirituality.

Song Nianhe had no other choice. This was the only thing she could do for Si Moli.

"Please ask for a lottery ticket." Mother Song said, "The lottery box is over there."

"it is good."

Song Nianhe closed his eyes and began to shake the lottery tube.

She kept thinking silently in her mind, "Si Moli must be safe and sound", and the sound of bamboo sticks clashing together rang in her ears.

Finally, a lottery ticket fell out.

Song Nianhe picked it up immediately, but she couldn't understand the words on it.

You need to find a master to sign it.

She held the lottery ticket carefully, handed it to the master with both hands, and waited for the interpretation.

The master took a look and frowned slightly.

Suddenly, Song Nianhe's heart lifted.

"Master..." she asked, "Are you signing a signature?"