Flesh and blood

"Sorry...I'm not Master Song Qingyun."

Ji Liang didn't dare to look at Song Wei, but explained patiently in a low voice.

The manager of the restaurant was stunned for a moment. He peeked at Song Wei's expressionless face. He was very anxious, afraid that he might say something wrong, so he hurriedly asked Xiang Jiliang: "Young master, did you hear me wrong? I didn't Call the young master."

This time it was changed to be cold and stupefied, and it was completely stunned.

"Go for the sushi."

Song Weileng said something out of the blue, which relieved the embarrassment between the restaurant manager and Jiliang. The restaurant manager immediately nodded and turned to prepare the dishes, leaving Jiliang who was still inexplicable in his heart.

While in doubt, Song Wei suddenly took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of Ji Liang, Ji Liang looked down at the content on the paper, his eyes widened instantly, he raised his hand in disbelief and picked up the paper on the table, It turned out to be a paternity test result sheet!

And there are two names on the list, one is himself and the other is Song Wei!

Ji Liang was so shocked that he couldn't speak, it turned out that Song Wei had already taken advantage of his hospitalization and quietly went for a paternity test!

Looking at the number of 99% written on the list, Ji Liang didn't know what words he should use to describe his mood at this moment. He was not as happy and excited as he imagined before, but more bitter...

Song Wei looked at Ji Liang holding the paternity test paper, his face gradually calmed down from the shock at the beginning, he frowned and said, "You already knew?"

Ji Liang slowly put down the paper in his hand, shook his head and said softly: "... I just suspected it, I don't know if it's true."

Song Wei looked at Jiliang's fair face: "Why didn't you tell me."

Ji Liang raised his head, and also looked at Song Wei with complicated eyes: "I just want to do more things by your side."

Ji Liang didn't tell the truth, he didn't dare to tell the truth, he was afraid that if he said it, it would become uncontrollable, how could he bring up that embarrassing and shameful night after he had already confirmed that the two were father and son.

Song Wei was in an inexplicably good mood when he heard Ji Liang's words. Ji Liang was willing to work tirelessly by his side in silence. For Song Wei, it undoubtedly became Ji Liang's loyalty and love for him. Song Wei brought the waiter up The dishes were put in a bowl by Jiliang, and he said, "Come home with me tomorrow."

When he heard the word "go home", his heart warmed up. Since he lost his grandma when he was young, he hadn't heard anyone say these two words to him for more than ten years.

Ji Liang thought for a while, worried about Song Jiu and Song Thirty: "But, Mr. Song..."

There was a pause immediately after he finished speaking, Ji Liang raised his eyes and saw Song Wei's frowning brows, knowing that he had made a mistake, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't pronounce the word "Dad", as if his voice was stuck in the I couldn't get it out of my throat, and my eyes glanced at the 99% number on the paternity test paper on the table, and I couldn't speak for a while.

Song Wei looked at Ji Liang's eyes darkened, and said in a low voice, "Can't you scream?"

Ji Liang closed her mouth in embarrassment, then opened it again before saying awkwardly: "Father..."

Hearing Jiliang's unusually weak voice, Song Wei looked at him with satisfaction, and his voice softened: "From now on, I will call you like that, and remember your own name, Song Jiliang."

This supper was cold, and he was a bit out of his wits, as if he accidentally ate the candy wrapper when eating candy... As a result, his throat stuck.

But Song Wei ate very comfortably. It can be said that it was the best meal ever eaten, especially when he heard the two words that Ji Liang called out. Although his face didn't show much, but the restaurant The manager can testify that this supper Song Wei ate twice as much as the usual dinner.

After the meal, Song Wei drove Ji Liang back to the inpatient department of the hospital. Downstairs in the inpatient department, Ji Liang sat in the passenger seat, unbuckled his seat belt, looked at Song Wei on the left, and was about to say Individuals, only to find that Song Wei had been looking at him, and froze immediately.

Song Wei's eyes looked down from his cold forehead to his lips. Because the illness was not completely cured, the originally rosy lips were now a little pale.

His eyes were getting darker and darker, Song Wei's body was obviously approaching all the time, he retreated a little bit, his back was already leaning against the car door, and Song Wei's body was still leaning forward, those black and precipitated eyes could see Ji Liang's heart beat faster, but his face became paler and paler.

When Song Wei's face was only a few centimeters away from the already cold face, the latter stretched out his hands and pushed vigorously!

Ji Liang's breathing was a bit difficult, his heart was beating extremely fast, but his face was as pale as snow, he immediately lowered his head: "Dad... I'll go up first."

After finishing speaking, Ji Liang opened the car door without even looking back, and rushed to the hospital.

As for Song Wei, who was sitting in the driver's seat in the car, his eyes and face darkened. He looked through the window at the back of the hospital who had already entered the hospital gate. It was cut in half, the veins on the back of the hand protruded, and the strength increased, directly crumpling the paper into a ball.

Back in the hospital, smelling the mixed smell of alcohol and drugs in the corridor, he completely woke up his already cold brain. He leaned against the white wall as if he was exhausted, knowing that if Song Wei hadn't been pushed away in time just now, , What mistakes will I make... This kind of outrageous thing, Ji Liang vowed that it would never happen again, let alone with this identity.

Instead of going back to his own ward, Ji Liang went straight to Song Jiu and Song Thirty's wards at night, firstly to check on their injuries, and secondly to tell them that he was going back tomorrow.

Standing at the door of the room, I managed to smooth my heartbeat, and dared to open the door to enter the ward when it was cold.

After eleven o'clock, Song Jiu and Song Thirty didn't go to bed, they were all leaning on the bed and watching TV, which was showing cross talk from CCTV.

The two seemed to have not seen Ji Liang, and they were talking to themselves.

Song Jiu: "Hey, this paragraph is harsh enough, is this person from the Deyun Society?"

Song Thirty: "Deyun Club? The one with more than 3000 shows?"

Song Jiu: "That's right, I don't know that prices in Beijing are high!"

Song Thirty: "More than 3000 people listen to a bad talk, who can't think about it?"

Song Jiu: "Go away, illiterate! This is called a quintessential Chinese performance for 3000 yuan!"

Song Thirty: "If I remember correctly, we entered the Song family in the same year."

Song Jiu: "What's the matter?"

Song Thirty: "If I remember correctly, we both received the same education."

Song Jiu: "...what do you want to say?"

Song Thirty: "If I remember correctly, we are both illiterate as you said."

Song Jiu: "...Get out!"

Ji Liang couldn't help laughing beside him, Song Jiu and Song Thirty were silent again.

Just at this time, the cross talk on TV also ended, and a commercial was interrupted, Ji Liang looked at Song Jiu and Song Thirty, sighed and said, "Ninth Brother, Thirty Brother..."

The two who were lying on the bed and couldn't get up glanced at Ji Liang, and Song Jiu said, "Come on, stand here."

Ji Liang walked to the place where Song Jiu pointed, which was in the middle of the two beds of Song Jiu and Song 30. Just as he stood firm, he was hit on the head from left to right one after another, and one of them slapped hard.

After the filming, Song Jiu burst out laughing: "I was just kidding, I scared you!"

Song Thirty withdrew his hand and said silently: "Did you hear that, the young master of the Song family called me brother?"

Song Jiu snorted: "Fuck off, you're actually talking nonsense!"

Song Thirty looked at Ji Liang spreading his hands: "Xiao Liang, he called me a kid."

Ji sneered and changed the topic: "How is your leg injury?"

Song Jiu leaned hard on the bed, and said, "What else can I do? Keep it up. Yu Zhen asked us to temporarily take over Song Qi and Song Sanwu in Hainan yesterday, and take them back alive by the way."

Hearing Song Jiu's words, Ji Liang breathed a sigh of relief. At least it was a good thing that Yu Zhen didn't punish them for this incident, so Ji Liang said that he was going back to Song's house tomorrow, and added: "Go back there, I will Find a way to come back to find you."

Song Thirty said: "Don't come back, staying here is worse than staying at home."

Song Jiu also agreed with Song Thirty's words: "That's right, you don't have to worry about the two of us, your bones can bear it, and you can help me take care of Zhang Yue when you go back. I haven't been back for so long, and I don't know if I call every few days. As for the specific situation on her side, at least I can rest assured that you are there."

Ji Liang looked at Song Jiu and Song Thirty, although he felt a little reluctant to separate from them, but after hearing what they both said, it made sense, so he didn't say anything more, they had been together for a long time, and they suddenly wanted to separate I'm not used to it either.

That night, Ji Liang was tossing and turning in bed, and he had a dream, in which there were only Song Wei and Ji Liang, and there were constant gasps, his own groans, and Song Wei's warm words in his ears , the sound of the bed shaking left and right seemed unreal.

In the morning, Jiliang was woken up with a start. When he woke up, he found that his back was soaked in sweat. Thinking of himself in the dream, Jiliang made his body tremble with fright. He never thought that he would actually have a sexual dream, and it was still a dream with Song Wei. ...

Having been in a strange mood all morning, Ji Liang didn't say a few words to Song Wei, and the two boarded the plane back to Song's house. Although the seats were next to each other, neither of them talked much, they were thinking about things separately.

The stewardess pushed the catering trolley to the two of them and asked what to drink. Ji Liang asked for a glass of juice, then turned her head and asked naturally, "Dad, what do you drink?"

Song Wei stared at Ji Liang for a few seconds, the smile on Ji Liang's face remained unchanged, Song Wei turned his eyes away, and said casually: "Hot coffee."

On the plane, the way of getting along between the two has obviously changed. One has become respectful and the other has become more taciturn.

Fortunately, the speed of the plane was quite fast, and it was about to land in a few hours. The atmosphere between the two of them got off the plane, and they didn't speak when they were claiming their luggage. broken.

"Little cool!"

Ji Liang turned her head suspiciously with her things in her hand, and found that Zheng Qing, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, was not far away!

Zheng Qing ran all the way over with a smile, looked up and down for a while before continuing to laugh and said: "I came here specially to pick you up, haha, I didn't expect you to be the young master of the Song family, I thought You had an affair with Mr. Song."

The news spread so quickly that Ji Liang was surprised, even Zheng Qing knew about his background, but Zheng Qing's words made Ji Liang and Song Wei unhappy.

Ji Liang was about to speak when he looked up and saw a man wearing sunglasses walking up to Zheng Qing. Zheng Qing was already 1.8 meters tall, but the man next to him seemed to be half a head taller than him. Smiling, meaner than the smile on Zheng Qing's face: "Bastard, speak human words to me."

Zheng Qingdui's smiling face immediately turned to the man: "Dad, what's the matter? They are father and son. If I say that we have an affair, you won't believe it."

The man pulled Zheng Qing with one hand, and the chicken said protectively, "Mr. Song, look after your new son."

Song Wei's face was frosty: "Mr. Zheng, return the original sentence."