Mr. Song, please stop being abusive. Madam, she is getting married for the second time.

"The reason she refused to remarry was because of me. She said she couldn't let me have a mother after I lost my father."

"Now that I think about it, she is just waiting for Song Chengyi to come back after having enough fun outside. She doesn't care about anything else."

Shi Sheng hugged Song Wenjing distressedly.

The sound of voices in the earphones was still there, and Shi Sheng took his phone away to turn it off.

Song Wenjing stopped her and shook her head: "Just let it go."

These words seemed to be wiping away his mother-son love for Weng Huizhu.

But if Weng Huizhu really thought about him, even if she said a word for him, he wouldn't be so isolated and helpless.

Shi Sheng frowned and wanted to say something, but didn't know how to comfort him, so he gave up, pursed his lips, and listened to him without saying a word.

Slowly, she fell asleep leaning on Song Wenjing's shoulder. Song Wenjing felt the even breathing on her neck. He turned his head and glanced at her. He reached out and gently pushed the hair behind her ear, and then turned off the earphones. , picked the person up and sent him to another ward.

This is a single room, super luxurious VIP, he will stay here occasionally when he is with the old man in the hospital.

He covered her with a quilt. She was very sleepy after pregnancy, and Zhang Jingyu also told her to get more rest.

Moreover, she didn't eat dinner either. Song Wenjing directly ordered a meal for her to ensure that she would have something to eat when she woke up.

He returned to the old man's ward. The old man was still sleeping and had been put on a ventilator.

The doctor said that as long as he could survive the night, there would be no danger.

Song Wenjing was beside him.

In the middle of the night, around one o'clock, Song Wenjing couldn't sleep, so she made a cup of black coffee and dealt with official matters in the ward. There were some documents from abroad piled up that needed to be dealt with urgently.

Suddenly, there was some movement outside.

"Oops, it hurts."

Song Wenjing closed the computer and walked out. She saw a half-year-old boy standing at the door. Because he wanted to come in, he was pushed by the bodyguard and squatted on the ground.

His expression was a bit ugly. When he saw Song Wenjing, he complained aggrievedly: "Brother, look at them, they don't even recognize me!"

Song Wenjing stared at him for a while, it was difficult not to express his anger, and said in a cool tone: "What are you doing back here?"

Song Ci is the son of Song Liming. He has been studying abroad all year round. This year he is a senior in high school and plans to return to China to take the college entrance examination.

In fact, Song Ci was unwilling. According to his parents' wishes, they wanted him to graduate in China, then join the Song family, and finally compete with Song Wenjing for power.

Song Wenjing has always been his idol, but he was very unhappy anyway.

Song Ci knew from his tone that he was in a bad mood, and hurriedly expressed his loyalty: "Brother, I must be with you. If my parents go too far, you can use me to threaten them, and they will definitely obey."

Song Wenjing:......

Bodyguards:…

Do you think this is playing house?

Song Ci realized that he had told a cold joke. Not only did everyone not laugh, but they were also a little cold.

He pursed his lips in grievance: "Brother, I didn't know my parents were so outrageous. I...just tell me what you want me to do. I will definitely explain it."

"I don't want to be your enemy."

He's just a kid in the third year of high school. He doesn't understand the basic principles, and he doesn't care about the company and property. In addition, he and Song Wenjing have always had a good relationship, and he doesn't want to ruin their relationship for these frivolous things. .

But what a child understands, adults don't understand.

Song Ci felt aggrieved and wanted to cry.

So after he knew this, he came back without stopping.

He was afraid that he would also become Song Wenjing's enemy.

Song Wenjing looked down at him, and the young man's eyes turned red with grievance.

Song Wenjing sighed and said, "My lord, this matter has nothing to do with you."

"But the look in your eyes just now almost ate me up."

Song Wenjing is not a god. He will have his own emotions after all. Song Ci can understand them with just one look from him.

Song Wenjing has been indifferent since he was a child, but Song Ci can read his every expression and guess all his thoughts.

The man sighed, and finally patted his head as if coaxing a child, and said, "It's too late today, I'll have someone take you home."

Song Ci was willful: "I don't want to go home."

Song Wenjing looked down at him: "Then what do you want to do?"

"I want to be with grandpa, and I want to be with you."