novelraw Chapter 51 He took my hand and petted the puppy
Chapter 51 He took my hand and petted the puppy
This panic made Qin Mo's heart feel so oppressed. He tried to sit up, but his waist was so painful that his breathing was out of rhythm. Song Jing rushed over;
"What's wrong? Is your heart uncomfortable?"
He put his hand on his heart, but Qin Mo raised his hand and pressed his wrist to borrow strength. Song Jing immediately grabbed his shoulder and gently led him up, hugged him in his arms, and took it The pillow on one side stood up and was placed behind him, the child was between him and him, he wanted to reach out to help him caress his heart, Qin Mo pinched his wrist, and after a while, he opened his eyes. is dislike;
"What's the ghost's name?"
Song Jing also realized that it was his voice that startled him just now;
"I was wrong, I was wrong. I was sleepy just now, and I didn't feel better. I prepared an oxygen generator, do you want to inhale oxygen?"
Qin Mo didn't bother to look at him, he couldn't lift his strength, but he still had urgent physical needs to be solved, and he was about to get out of bed with his hands lowered to Song Jing's chest, and Song Jing realized what he would do if he hit himself just now;
"My heart just feels uncomfortable, I'll carry you."
The heart is not a small matter, he didn't dare to be careless, he wrapped his arms around his legs and hugged him up;
"Put me down."
Qin Mo was a little awkward, Song Jing's lips curled slightly, and he let him down when he got to the bathroom, and turned his back on himself;
"I don't like it, do I?"
There was no labor to go back. Qin Mo took an extra step. When Qin Mo woke up the next day, there was no one in the room. He slowly got up to wash, changed into home clothes, and then left the bedroom. There was a scent coming from the kitchen, and there seemed to be ping-pong-pong noises over there. As soon as he walked over, he saw Song Jing sticking out her head in an apron;
"Are you up? Sit down for a while, breakfast will be ready soon."
Waking up in the morning, his waist was so sore that Qin Mo couldn't sit still, so he leaned over to have a look. He didn't know what it was frying in the pot, it was golden yellow;
"Do what?"
"There is oily smoke here, go in and sit down, it will be fine soon."
After 10 minutes, the dishes on the table were put out one by one. There are two types of porridge alone, eight-treasure porridge, shredded chicken and mushroom porridge, steamed red bean paste buns, corn, and a little chaos. The golden-yellow one just now is fresh milk Volume, Song Jing is not resistant to heat, and there is a pile of sweat on his forehead at the moment, but his eyes are shining brightly at Qin Mo;
"It's easy to lose your appetite in the morning. This shredded chicken porridge is salty and fragrant. Try it. Eight-treasure porridge is nutritious. I have tried this several times. It is successful. Is the golden color well cooked?"
Qin Mo tends to sleep more comfortably in the second half of the night, and has no idea when Song Jing wakes up;
"What time did you wake up?"
"It's past five o'clock. I'm not sleepy. From now on, we will work and rest healthily, go to bed early and get up early. Of course, you don't have to get up early. I just need to get up early."
Qin Mo raised his chin slightly towards the opposite chair, and Song Jing sat down with a smile on his face. In fact, he saw that Qin Mo would be fine if he could eat it. He was really distressed when he vomited what he ate before.
Qin Mo made a sound after the meal;
"Where is the study?"
"Oh, the one inside is the study, you can use it as you like."
The decoration of this study is very delicate, the placement of the desk lamps has been shockingly designed, a small piece of bamboo forest can be seen from the window, it is very fresh and elegant, Qin Mo turned on the computer, although he can't show up publicly, but the company's trends But he will grasp it at any time, Song Jing cleared the table and just turned on the phone and saw the headline news pushed;
"The Former Patriarch of the Qin Clan Appeared in the Qin Clan before He Died"
All kinds of news about the Qin family came in. Song Jing clicked on the article with a sneer, guessed the general content without even reading it, and slid her hand directly to the comment area, all of which were naturally scolding Qin Mo , Said that he not only betrayed the country but also lost all conscience, even his own father would not be spared.
All kinds of news were almost overwhelming, even though it was all in Qin Mo's plan, seeing those insulting words, Song Jing's blood pressure rose slowly, threw the rag on the table and hurried into the study room, the large Behind the desk, Qin Mo was staring at the computer, with no superfluous look on his face, he opened his eyelids when he came in, and then smiled;
"The hair is standing on end, was it burned?"
Seeing that he was still smiling, Song Jing breathed a sigh of relief, put the phone in front of him and sat on the table, with her two long legs gracefully crossed, and tapped her finger on the table;
"I can't see it. Qin Heng is still a good marketing player. The news that he turned on the phone all over the world is the news that he obeyed the destiny, came back to life, and returned to the Qin family."
Qin Mo leaned directly on the back of the chair, his eyes skipped the news on the phone on the table, and a cold smile climbed up the corner of his lips;
"The grasshopper after autumn."
"The fact that the news can be released in a big way shows that the police are still releasing the line, and they haven't put too much pressure on them. It is estimated that the action is coming soon."
This kind of high-profile is nothing more than wanting to step on Qin Mo again. In addition, the news of Qin Mo's arrest by the police created public opinion pressure, and attributed Qin's crimes to Qin Mo alone. Qin Heng turned out to be born at this time. The purpose of appearing as a kind of savior is to regain his position as the Patriarch of the Qin family.
Qin Mo raised his hand and brought the phone over. He was about to read the comments when he slid his hand down. Song Jing immediately stood up and wanted to grab the phone from him, but Qin Mo quickly went around with one hand;
"Don't look at it, those people down there speak very badly, it will affect your mood."
Song Jing was not feeling well after reading it, Qin Mo sneered;
"Look or not, these comments are all there. When did you learn to hide your ears?"
Song Jing simply went directly behind him to help him pinch his shoulder;
"I'm not lying to you. Are you alone now? What should I do if the little guy is making trouble with you when your mood fluctuates?"
In fact, Song Jing's worries after reading these news were not only because of the shouting and scolding from below. After a long time, Huang Yangqing will also have doubts. At that time, this person will be seven months old, but he will have to face Qin's mess. As long as he thinks about it, he will have no idea. Smooth mood, good state.
After much deliberation, there was only one solution in his mind. He looked at the person crooked on the chair and suddenly made a sound;
"Qin Mo, let's disclose our relationship after the police close the net."
There was a moment of silence in the study after the words fell. Song Jing turned around and turned to Qin Mo. There was no hint of a joke on his face. Qin Mo rested one elbow on the armrest of the swivel chair, propped his chin with his slender fingers, and raised his hand. Looking at the person in front of her eyes, her words are cold and have no warmth;
"our relationship?"
Song Jing squatted in front of him;
"Yes, our relationship, marriage relationship, let everyone know that I am your legal partner, Qin Mo."
Qin Mo's eyes have seen too many people and too many things. When he lowered his eyebrows, he felt a little more oppressive. Then he clasped his chin, and there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his lips, his voice was lazy but with a sharpness that could not be ignored;
"Purpose?"
Song Jing's heart suddenly seemed to be stabbed. He really didn't have any credibility with Qin Mo. He didn't answer, but just raised his hand and gently landed on the man's stomach, because the swollen stomach was lying on the ground. In front of his eyes, Song Jing slightly lowered her eyes;
"There is a stage in this matter that you have been in for almost seven months. How can you resist the Qin family's pile of things? I am really sincere this time, and I have no intentions. I will return to the Qin family to help you."
He suddenly raised his head and met Qin Mo's eyes. He didn't have any wrong thoughts this time, it was purely for his lover and his children. Song Jing's eyes were bright and clean, and there was a feeling of deep affection when he stared at someone seriously. Qin Mo has already been deceived by these eyes once, but this time he believes that Song Jing has no other thoughts;
"The Qin family is notorious, Young Master Song thinks it through."
He is not a role model of self-sacrifice, he will not protect Song Jing like an unborn white lotus, Song Jing laughed after hearing this;
"Then go with the flow."
He was destined to be tied to him for the rest of his life, no matter what the situation was, he had no reason to back down, Qin Mo let go of the hand clamping his chin, and chuckled;
"I want to see what Mr. Song can do."
It was only then that Song Jing realized that this man hadn't patted his hand on his stomach for a long time. The smile between his brows and eyes deepened, and the slight movement of his palm made his heart soften, and his hand also moved slightly. For a moment, it seemed to be teasing the little guy;
"I still have the means to protect you and the child."
In the afternoon, Song Jing actually wanted to go out to see a psychiatrist. He still remembered the dream last night. It’s not like he didn’t dream about fragments of the past before, but yesterday’s dream made him feel that he seemed to be able to push back the veil. It was foggy, but Zou Hui called at noon, and the police deployed an operation in the past two weeks, telling them not to show up as much as possible, and he was also worried that Qin Mo would not pass by alone at home.
The past two weeks were just the calm before the storm. Since Song Jing was determined to protect Qin Mo, she would not just talk about it. In the afternoon, Qin Mo was in a bad mood, so he leaned on the recliner in the small garden, covered under the waist Song Jing put on a comfortable soft pillow, and he sat beside him with a notebook on his lap. He had been in the Qin family for three years, and he understood the situation of the Qin family, but he just wanted the truth. Just understanding is not enough to share Qin Mo's burden.
He listed all the things he needed to know from Qin Mo in a document, and asked him when he was in better spirits. Qin Mo seemed to have really calmed down during the few days at home, and counted the fetal heart rate when he was free. , playing the prenatal education music given by Zhou Hai before, and the room is always filled with the sound of nursery rhymes.
Song Jing is quite busy. He prepares his own breakfast in the morning, and has some delivered for lunch and dinner. He cooks soup for Qin Mo every day. If he has nothing to do, he can give him a massage to soothe him. When Qin Mo rests, he will read the documents and keep up to date. Qin's latest situation, fortunately, although Qin Mo didn't let him go to bed for the next two days, on the third day he couldn't stand his soft and hard palate and still got a strip by the bed.
However, there is still something that worries him. Qin Mo's palpitations in the morning have become more and more serious these days, sometimes accompanied by dizziness. She was flustered and impatient, and the child in her stomach was also restless. Song Jing would not go out directly in the morning these days, but stayed by the bed and waited for someone to wake up.
Waking up in the morning is when the heart is most unstable. Song Jing looked at the man's eyes before he frowned lightly and pressed his hands on his heart. He leaned down gently, and put his hands under the quilt to help him follow his heart. ;
"It's okay, just take it easy, just rub it, wake up slowly."
Qin Mo's spirit hadn't come to his senses yet, and he let out a muffled moan while he was half asleep and half awake. It might be because his heart was uncomfortable, so he grabbed his heart and wanted to move it, but it involved his sleeping stiff and painful back. Frowning became more and more tight. Song Jing knew his situation and reached out to the back of his waist, rubbing it lightly and gently. Only then did Qin Mo wake up slowly. greet him with a smile;
"Wake up? Slowly get up again."
He adjusted the oxygen concentration according to Wu Run's previous instructions, and put on nasal oxygen for him. Qin Mo raised his hand and subconsciously placed it on his stomach, because the oxygen input made his breathing easier for two minutes, and his eyes fell on In the person in front of him, there was no trace of impatience in those clear eyes;
"Is the child awake? Let me touch it, okay? Just one touch."
Song Jing was still wearing pajamas by the side of his bed, holding out a finger to bargain with a smile, he actually had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, just looking at it made people unable to bear to refuse, Qin Mo lay on the soft pillow, His eyes were still a little hazy from just waking up, but he put down the hand that was pressing on his heart, raised his hand and gently took Song Jing's hand and slowly pulled him into the quilt, and put his palm on his stomach, Song Jing stared wide-eyed, and couldn't believe Qin Mo's actions now, he, he took his hand and touched his stomach?
The voice of the person on the bed was still a little hoarse from the morning, but it added a bit of magnetic sexiness, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised;
"Is he awake?"
Song Jing is completely confused now, this person took his hand and touched the child when he got up in the morning, and asked him softly if the child is awake?This, happiness came too suddenly, right?He was a little dizzy, and at this moment there was a slight beating in the palm of his hand, his eyes were bent down, and his eyes were full of smiles when he looked at Qin Mo;
"He moved, he should be stretching."
Just when he wanted to feel it more carefully, the man pinched his wrist and threw his hand out of the quilt. Song Jing was a little confused, but he was satisfied after thinking about it. After the first time, the second time is still far away. ?His "filial piety" in the past few days finally had an effect.
The author says:
Song Gou: He, he took my hand and touched the little dog;
Let's make it public, let everyone know that I am your dog in the future;
Mr. Qin was taken care of very well, and would give Song Dog a little bit of sweetness from time to time;
The new article next door has been updated, everyone go and have a look;
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