Chapter 59 Song Tingyu, Pick Me up (2)

Chapter 59 Song Tingyu, pick me up (2)

Between them, they didn't need these things, they didn't need these words.

Song Tingyu's eyes suddenly caught on for a moment. Su Ran pushed him away while the force in his hand was slightly loosened. He sat up from the bed and stretched out his hand to pull up the loose shirt.

"We will end sooner or later. What's the point of saying this? As long as we maintain the status quo." He said as he got up from the bed and turned back to look at him, "Wait for me."

Song Tingyu saw her go to the sofa and take the bag that she had put there. She took out a bottle-shaped thing from it, poured out a few pills, put aside the cold boiled water, and swallowed the bowl.

He also left the bed, walked to her side, reached out to pick up the bottle she had placed on the coffee table, took a look, and his eyes were a little dark: "What is this?"

Su Ran reached out to take the bottle back and put it on the coffee table. His voice was faint, "The doctor said it helps to get pregnant."

Song Tingyu held her tightly, his brows moving slightly, his curved lips pursing, as if holding back something, but he did not move at all.

Su Ran put down the ponytail, then took off her coat and put it on the sofa. Under the coat, she wore a thin white sweater with half a high collar as a balance. Without hesitation, she quickly took off the sweater.

"Why not continue?" Song Tingyu held his chest in his hands and his voice was cold.

Su Ran lowered his head to take off his last clothes.

The intimate clothes were all black, and her skin was already very white, which made her skin even whiter.

Su Ran's mind was filled with one thought: pregnancy.

So she couldn't care less about shyness or other emotions. She couldn't think about it.

She walked over to the man in front of her. Although she was about 1.70 meters tall, song ting was too tall. It was 1.88 meters. She stood in front of him and had to look up at him.

She had to stand on tiptoe to reach her arms around his neck. She reached out to hug him and whispered in his ear, "Song Tingyu, pick me up."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt her body hanging in the air the next second. Song Tingyu quickly picked her up from the ground and spun her back. When she came back to herself, she found herself pressed against the cold wall by him.

Her bare back was pressed against the wall.

Although the room was warm as spring with the heater on, it was still late winter, and her skin touched the wall so much that she could not help but shiver.

Song Tingyu seemed to feel something strange about her and carried her back to bed. He was not in a hurry to do anything. His long fingers ran down her forehead and he caressed her face.

Her long eyelashes trembled a few times.

I don't know if it's cold or something.

When he finally lowered his head and tried to catch her lips, she turned her head to one side.

He obviously didn't want him to kiss her.

Song Tingyu's eyes were burning like flames. She didn't want him to kiss her, but he wanted to. So his thumb and index finger turned her small chin over, and his thin lips accurately blocked her red lips.

"... Su Ran frowned, his hands on his back clenched his fists, but in the end he let them down feebly.

Song Tingyu's hand was around her slender waist, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Su Ran, if it wasn't for Vichy, would you be willing to lie under me so obediently?"

Su Ran's silence answered him...

When Song Tingyu woke up in the morning, his hand habitually stretched to the side, but it was already empty, and even the mattress did not have any residual body temperature, so it proved that Su Ran had already gotten up.

He opened his eyes and looked aside, as expected.

It was not too late, but Su Ran was no longer there. Needless to say, she got up early in the morning to cook breakfast and took it to the hospital for Song Weixi.

He also lifted the quilt to get up and changed. Madam song was the only one in the dining room, and she was eating breakfast.

"Good morning, grandma." Song Tingyu reached out and pinched his sore neck.

Mrs. Song glanced at him, "Are you willing to come back and sleep?"

Song Tingyu shrugged and did not answer her question. He always felt that when she looked at him, her eyes were a little ambiguous. He did not care, but if he looked at su ran like that, she would probably blush like a boiled shrimp.

"I went to the hospital." He also wanted to go to the hospital to see Song Weixi and work at the Song shi.

"Wait, we'll go after breakfast." Madam song stopped him.

"No..." Song Tingyu didn't have any special habit of eating breakfast. He was used to it when he was abroad. He woke up with a cup of coffee in the morning. All these years had passed.

"Ran Ran got up early in the morning to make breakfast. Are you sure you don't want to come over for some?"

Madam song's voice rang from behind.

Song ting paused, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked back to the dining room. He pulled out his chair and sat down. When he met Madam song's slightly teasing eyes, he coughed softly, "I think it's better to eat something in the morning."

"Of course." Madam song responded and went back to the kitchen, "Ran Ran, Trial is coming down. Get a bowl of porridge."

Song Tingyu was stunned. He thought Su Ran had already gone to the hospital, but he didn't expect her to be in the kitchen.

Soon Su Ran brought out a bowl of porridge, which was made of pumpkin millet porridge.

In fact, Song Tingyu didn't even like breakfast, let alone porridge. The thick liquid in front of him was orange. He didn't have much appetite.

But Madam song stopped eating and looked at him.

Even su ran was looking at him.

He smiled, picked up the spoon and began to eat the porridge. After he took the first sip, Mrs. Song immediately said, "Is it good? Ran Ran is a great cook. You haven't eaten anything she cooks yet, have you?"

In fact, the taste was still good. It could be seen that Su Ran's cooking was really good, but Song Tingyu himself did not like porridge, so he said faintly, "Not bad."

Su Ran knew him well and went into the kitchen. After a while, he came out with a glass of milk and a white plate in his hand. He put the milk and the restaurant in front of him, "You should be used to this."

In front of Song Tingyu were fried egg, toast and bacon.

Song Tingyu didn't expect her to prepare this for herself, so she looked at her in a daze, but she didn't react very much. After putting down his breakfast, she was ready to leave the restaurant with a thermos box, "Grandma, I'll go get breakfast for Vichy first."