Reborn in the 1980s: The Rough Man Brother Loves Me So Much

Ling Ju, who was listening to the noise in the bedroom, never expected that such a big matter could be solved like this. Is this too easy?

Could it be that she was blessed with good luck after her rebirth?

After hearing the news, she returned to bed, touched her belly, and remembered the dream that day, chasing and playing with the cute little boy on the endless grassland.

When Song Qi entered the door, he saw the girl sitting on the bed and giggling.

Ling Ju saw him coming in, "How is it?"

"Grandma said she needed an operation, so I listened to grandma. After we finish the operation tomorrow, she will be admitted to the hospital the day after."

"Yes, the sooner the better, this disease cannot be delayed."

Song Qi thought of his conversation with Song Wei. The girl in front of him seemed to have some kind of magical power, "Juzi, are you really sure grandma will be fine?"

Ling Ju smiled and then nodded.

There are some things that have been pressing in her heart for a long time, and she doesn't want to keep lying to her partner.

To make a marriage work, honesty between a couple is crucial.

Although things are somewhat outrageous.

"Song Qi, sit over here."

"what happened?"

"It's okay, I just want to hug you. You know, I feel so bad for grandma. I even hope that my intuition is wrong."

"Daughter-in-law, have you ever thought that maybe this is your advantage? If you didn't feel it, none of us would know that grandma is sick."

Ling Ju changed his position and lay on Song Qi's lap, closing his eyes to rest.

"I know, I will make good use of it in the future, but Song Qi, actually, I am more than that."

The man asked, "More than which ones?"

Ling Ju stopped talking. She opened her eyes and looked at the man above her. The man was also looking down at her, "Song Qi, are you willing to believe me?"

Song Qi said without hesitation, "Yes."

"it is good."

The night before the wedding, a certain woman was a little nervous after all. During dinner, she heard Shen Chun and Song Zhiguo talking about the guests, including some big shots she had heard of.

But their ceremony was very simple. They changed clothes, had a meal at a Kyoto hotel, entertained a few tables, found a witness, and it was over.

She didn't even have to get up very early to put on makeup and hair and wait for the groom to pick her up like later generations did when they got married. They kept everything simple. But all this does take into account that she is a pregnant woman.

This is undoubtedly a benefit for i, and she is very satisfied with this simple ritual.

Early in the morning on the third day of the first lunar month, the family began to make arrangements. She was the only one wearing the bride's clothes, but like an outsider, she sat on the sofa, yawned, and drank the soy milk Song Qi brought her.

She even put on lipstick and had a bridal hairstyle.

But at this time, the bride didn't look like a bride at all.

Song Zhiguo and Shen Chun had already gone to the Kyoto Hotel to arrange the venue, confirm the cuisine, and arrange the guests' seats. Song Xin was by her side.

"Second sister-in-law, did you not sleep well last night? You kept yawning." Song Xin asked with concern. It is not good for the bride to be so lethargic.

Ling Ju pinched himself and injected some energy.

"Song Xin, you know, I feel like an outsider."

"Second sister-in-law, I understand how you feel now. It's just that a lot of things have happened in the past few days. It's normal for you to feel like an outsider. But don't worry, you will only attend for a while to meet some people and then go to dinner. The rest Just leave it to your parents, eldest brother and second brother."

well.

Song Xin said.

When she and Song Qi appeared in the wedding banquet hall, she felt like her feet were shaking.

The parents of both parties were talking. Song Qilingyong was wearing straight military uniform and a tie on his chest.

Respectable new faces appeared in front of her.

Who am I and where am I?

Tables are toasting, which director is this? Which district chief is this? Which director is this? Which chief is this?

After being introduced to a circle of people, no one remembered them.

After toasting and changing clothes, she lay down in a private room with only family members, grinning in a daze.

It turns out this is what getting married feels like.

Afraid that she would be hungry, the food was already served.

People from the Song family, the parents of the Ling family, Song Wei and Song Qi's comrades, friends, and classmates didn't need her to accompany them.

The guests all said that the second daughter-in-law of the Song family was beautiful and elegant.

The guests all said that the parents of the Ling family were lucky and their daughter could marry into the Song family.

There are many different opinions.

But she was happy, but she was so happy that it felt unreal, very real.

But when the salt and pepper elbow was served, she felt it was real.

Sure enough, only what you eat is real.

When Song Qi returned to the private room drunkenly, she, Song Xin, Qian Yue and the others were busy cooking.

Song's black face turned into Song's red face today. He seemed to have drank a lot.

"Drink a lot?"

Before Song Qi could say anything, Ling Yong and Song Wei followed him, stumbling around.

"These old guys are really good at drinking." Song Wei should be referring to the group of middle-aged men in their forties and fifties outside.

Well, Song Qi didn't drink much, but these two really drank a lot.

Ling Yong took the express delivery on the table and started to pick up the vegetables. After a long time, he couldn't pick up the food. Song Xin couldn't see it and put a spoon on each plate.

Only then did Ling Yong take his first bite of the day.

What can we do? Song Qi's comrades are also his comrades.

Drink as you are told.

The time was approaching two o'clock in the afternoon. Song Zhiwei and Qian Jing first sent Song Qiangjun and Song Xiulan home, and then came to pick up Ling Ju. As soon as Qian Jing entered the house, he saw several drunkards devouring their food. Each of them had red faces and was a little dumbfounded.

"Fortunately, I don't know how to drink, otherwise I might not be better than the three of them."

"Uncle, please stop being busy. You haven't eaten yet," Ling Ju said.

Song Xin said, "I'll go to the waiter and ask for a few more bowls of rice. Qian Yue, will you still eat it? Qian Yue shook his head. The teenage boy was already very energetic.

Qian Yue poured some water for the drunkards, "Second cousin, can you drink?"

Ling Ju nodded and boasted, "That's a must! I can't get drunk even after a thousand cups! It's a pity that I don't have room to show my potential during pregnancy!"

Song Qi pinched her thigh from under the table and whispered into her ear, "If you were really drunk, we wouldn't be able to conceive this child."

Ling Ju "...well I'm actually bragging, I can't drink at all."

Qian Yue "? Aren't you drunk after a thousand cups?"

Song Qi glanced at Qian Yue and said, "Your second cousin is bragging."

The more money "..."

After finally seeing off the guests, everyone returned to the compound together.

After returning, everyone went to their rooms to rest.

The three men drank too much, so Ling Ju cooked a pot of hangover soup, added some energy, and let the three of them drink it.

She was not tired at all. After returning home, she stayed outside to clean up. When everyone got up in the evening, they found that this little pregnant woman had cooked all the meals.

Ling Ju received money from Song Zhiwei yesterday, a very thick red envelope. She knew that Qian Jing's family was also rich, so she could only make more delicious food to thank her aunt and uncle.

Qian Jing is an authentic Shanghainese. She specially made scallion noodles as the staple food for dinner.

Even made a big pot of vegetable rice.

No one expected that she actually knew about home-cooked meals in Shanghai.