Old Injury

Song Bailao asked me to attend a dinner and said the president was coming.

I read the news these days and knew that he would come, but I didn't know that I would also attend the banquet to welcome him.

The dinner was held at the old-fashioned hotel in Xiangtan. The whole banquet hall was not luxurious, but very grand. The four new members of Xiangtan and their families all attended the banquet.

Not only the president and the president's wife came from the capital, Song Bailao introduced me to everyone at the opening, saying that they would let me say hello later and have a good idea.

I was very nervous when I participated in this kind of formal occasion. The whole scene was like a marionette. Song Bailao said where to go, and who respected whom.

"That's one of the secretaries of the president's office, Han Yuansong." Song Bailao wrapped my arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, "His father is the president's confidant, he once served as a He was the chancellor of the exchequer, but he quickly retired due to physical reasons. Unlike his father, he is a dude, and he can become a secretary because of his father's face. "

"He is still very lecherous, and he was in a lot of romantic debts when he was young. As an alpha, he is still an unmarked omega, and he is not married."

"Straw Bag" was not far from us, and was talking to a lady in a red dress in front of us. He was wearing a silver-gray suit, and was probably in his fifties. He wasn't tall, but he was thin.

From the way he talks to women, you can tell that he was indeed a famous and romantic type when he was young, or the worst kind of public lover.

Maybe my eyes were too bright, he suddenly looked over and looked at me.

I was startled, it was too late to look away, so I had to bite the bullet and smiled at him. I didn't expect that after he bowed his head and said something to the lady in front of him, he walked straight over.

I raised my glass and put it to my lips: "He came..."

Song Bailao pinched my waist slightly, but said nothing.

Han Yuansong came to us with a glass of wine, and took the initiative to extend his hand: "Mr. Song, Mrs. Song, this is the first time we met, and I have long admired the name."

We shook hands with him one by one, and then he chatted with Song Bailao, talking about people's livelihood, business, and where the best cigars are and where the ham is the most fragrant. Personality topic.

After chatting for a while, he looked at me and said abruptly: "Mrs. Song makes me feel very kind, and it seems that I have seen it before."

His words sounded like a cliché at first glance, so that I didn't know how to answer at once, only after two seconds said: "Ah, yes? Maybe you have seen it online. my video?"

Han Yuansong frowned in distress: "I can't remember, I always feel like your eyes are familiar..."

If Song Bailao was still beside me, I would really think he was teasing me.

The hand around his waist tightened, Song Bailao was angry.

"Secretary Han must have misremembered, my wife has never been to the capital, so it's impossible to see you."

His tone was polite with indifference. If he was more sensitive, he should have reacted to his rashness. But Han Yuansong stared at me for a long time as if nothing was wrong: "Maybe it's like one of my former lovers."

His words were not rash, but disrespectful. I felt Song Bailao's body tense instantly beside me, and he had a tendency to step forward, so I quickly pulled him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." No matter what the other party thought, I left a sentence and dragged Song Bailao to the side of the venue.

I opened the door to the outside and made sure no one was there before I pulled him to the terrace.

"What are you pulling me for?" Song Bailao had a bad tone and a bad face.

Before I could answer, he withdrew the hand I was holding, walked straight to the terrace, and took out a cigarette and a lighter from the inner pocket.

"If you don't pull you, what are you going to do?" I walked over and leaned against the guardrail beside him.

"Beat him."

The venue was brightly lit, and it was easy to see inside from the outside.

Luo Qinghe has been talking beside the president, and it seems that the chat is quite speculative. If Song Bailao just now really punched Han Yuansong's nose, I can imagine how furious Luo Qinghe would be.

I leaned towards Song Bailao and leaned on his side: "Then you're going to make headlines tomorrow and beat someone in front of the president."

Han Yuansong really lives up to the name of a scumbag. After all, no sane person would say those words in front of other people's partners.

"I still want to put his head down the toilet in front of the president." He was still cold when he said this, but he sounded less angry.

At this moment, my cell phone rang suddenly, it was the call from Sister Nine.

"My sister has been crying for some reason. She has been crying all night, and she can't even coax her. The young master is crying. Can you and your husband come back early?"

The background sound is Ning Xi's angry cry, mixed with Song Mo's soothing cry.

"Sister don't cry... Brother is here, what's wrong with you? Don't scare brother..."

I straightened up: "We'll be right back."

Hang up the phone, and quickly explained the situation to Song Bailao, he changed his face, pressed the cigarette **** and immediately entered the venue with me.

The banquet is only halfway through, so I have to say hello to the president and Luo Qinghe first.

"You want to go?" Luo Qinghe frowned upon hearing this.

The president smiled and said: "It's too depressing for young people to stay on such occasions. It's normal to leave early."

I explained to them: "No, my child may be sick, so we hurried back."

Luo Qinghe's expression froze: "Momo or sister?"

Song Bailao said, "Sister."

Luo Qinghe frowned even tighter: "Let Mengbai go take a look." Then he turned to the president and said, "It's my little granddaughter, she was born four months premature and has been in poor health. it is good."

"Oh, the matter of children is very tense, go go, it's alright." The president waved his hand generously.

In fact, Ning Xi has been very strong since she was born, and her development is better than that of a normal child. No one would believe that she was born prematurely when she went to the hospital for an examination.

It is also very easy to carry on weekdays, eating, sleeping, eating, wanting to play, and Song Mo playing with her. This is the first time she can't stop crying.

Driving back to Weijing Mountain, as soon as I entered the door, I was greeted by the continuous cry of a baby, which was as powerful as Sister Nine's phone call, without any weakness.

Ninth Sister-in-law was sitting on the sofa with her baby in her arms, unable to do anything, Song Mo was lying beside her, and when she saw us coming back, she said to me as if asking for help: "Mom, my sister has been crying, her face is crying famous…"

I hurriedly took over Ning Xi and patted her on the back, she was whimpering, and just had a tendency to stop, when I stopped, she would cry more violently .

"I'll try." Song Bailao stretched out his hand.

I carefully handed the swaddle to him, and he sat on the sofa slightly stiff with an expression like he was holding a pack of explosives.

The house will be flooded."

I don't know if it was because I was tired from crying or if Song Bailao really had a solution, the little baby slowly stopped crying and fell asleep with his mouth shut.

"Sleep?" I asked in a low voice.

Song Bailao looked up at me, looking even more surprised than me: "I fell asleep."

Song Mo leaned over to Song Bailao's side, swept away his sad face, and happily danced his eyebrows.

"Sister don't cry!" He said cautiously.

Sister Ninth wanted to bring the child back from Song Bolao's arms, but as soon as she left Song Bolao's embrace, Ning Xi groaned and wanted to cry, so that neither of them dared to move.

This is a little embarrassing, Song Bailao can only maintain one position, as long as he puts it down a little, Ning Xi will wake up and cry immediately.

In the end, I tried a variety of methods to no avail, Song Bailao had to hold her in his arms, and slept all night by sitting on the head of the bed.

In the middle, I woke up once to warm milk for Ning Xi. Seeing that Song Bailao was so sleepy, his head drooped down. He tried to hold the child, but he failed. As soon as she leaves Dad's arms, she will cry to you.

"I'll do it." Song Bailao took the bottle in my hand and put it into Ning Xi's mouth unskillfully.

In mammals, it is common sense that the one who gives birth is also responsible for breastfeeding, but it does not apply in beta.

Betas are unable to give birth naturally or produce milk, and we are more like unqualified females, or males that give birth, than omegas and alphas.

When Ning Xi was just born, Song Bailao kept rubbing my chest on the bed until it turned red and hurt when touched. In the end, he thought it was useless and quite Regretfully said: "Sure enough, nothing can be squeezed out."

I was so angry that I rolled the quilt and rolled aside, never wanting to do anything else.

He hugged me sticky from behind, dug me out of the quilt, and asked me in a pretentious and contrived tone: "Angry? Does it hurt? Let me see Look... oh, it's so pitiful, it's all red, I'll blow it to you..."

Ning Xi slept after she was full, I climbed back into bed, looked at Song Bailao's tired profile, and couldn't help but went up and kissed his face.

"Not enough," he slowly opened his eyes and looked at me with a smile, "more."

I was amused, but I still leaned in and kissed his lips.

After a deep kiss, I was next to him, with my head on his shoulders, and cuddled to sleep.

The next morning I was woken up by the phone ringing.

When I saw the caller, I was awake, and it turned out to be Luo Qinghe.

I picked it up quickly, Luo Qinghe asked me how Ning Xi was, I told him the truth, he seemed to be laughing over there, then said it was fine, and quickly hung up.

"Who?"

I turned around, Song Bailao woke up with a frown, his face full of displeasure from being woken up early in the morning.

"Your dad." I said, "Come and ask about your sister."

Song Bailao twitched the corners of his lips: "He's a model of intergenerational parents."

I smiled, glanced at me, and found that Ning Xi was awake, blinking at us silently.

I tried to reach out and hug her, and found that she stopped crying and returned to the easy-to-satisfy little girl who ate, slept, and ate.

"You really toss me to death." I bowed my head and kissed her fat little face, got out of bed and put her back in the baby room.

When he came back again, Song Bailao was lying on the bed and had fallen asleep.

Luo Mengbai came over in the afternoon and said that Luo Qinghe asked her to check on Ning Xi's physical condition.

But she couldn't say why, only that the child was healthy and had no problems.

"Maybe my cousin is not very close to my sister, and my sister is a little angry." She analyzed it, "'I am so cute, how can you not like me', like this, I want to talk to my father Be kidding."

…really?

Why do I feel more like "I'm so cute, how can you not like me and watch me **** you"?

But it was only that time, after that, she never "acted coquettishly" with Song Bailao in that way.