He turned over and got out of bed in a very light motion.

But she decided to open her eyes.

"Are you bothered?"

Song Jincheng was surprised to see her wake up.

It's just after seven o'clock now. According to the girl's biological clock, she should still be sleeping.

But the truth is, she's sitting up from the bed.

"No, you didn't disturb me."

Lu Jixiang said calmly.

Song Jincheng frowned.

"Do you feel any discomfort?" He continued.

The girl shook her head: "I'm fine."

She's weird!

This is the conclusion of song Jincheng.

He sat back by the bed and put his hand around the girl's shoulder.

"You've just recovered from a serious illness. You can sleep a little longer."

He loves her. It's true.

"Where are you going?" Lu Jixiang did not answer his words, but threw out a question.

Song Jincheng laughed, lifted her bangs and said, "don't worry, I'm not going anywhere today. I'm taking care of you at home. You're in good health. I'll sleep a little longer, eh?"

Lu Jixiang shook his head stubbornly.

"I can't sleep." Her expression didn't fluctuate too much. She didn't like to be angry. She didn't seem to have any emotion.

"What do you want to do?" Song Jincheng looked at her and asked, "go downstairs for breakfast?"

Lu Jixiang looks at him.

Her eyes are beautiful, like black precious stones.

But for some reason, song Jincheng's heart trembled.

So fast that he almost thought it was an illusion.

"I have something to ask you."

She said.

"Well, you ask."

Song Jincheng nodded, and his reaction was calm, as if he had expected.

Lu Jixiang was silent for a moment, and she slowly opened her mouth: "I'm in labor, right?"

Song Jincheng did not rush to answer.

He asked her: "lucky, have I ever told you that I want a child, and your child?"

Lu Jixiang bit his lip.

She nodded: "yes!"

Song Jincheng sighed and hugged her with both hands.

"Then you should be able to imagine how hard I felt when I received the news. He is our common child. Although he has never met before, he is connected with us by blood. I feel that kind of heartache, but auspicious. It is precisely because I have experienced it that I don't want you to experience it. I'm afraid you are too painful. You know, what I fear most is your tears. "

His tone was slow, like a brown stream.

However, Lu Jixiang's heart still hurts.

That kind of astringent pain.

For children they never met.

More for herself.

It turned out that she had been a mother.

"Why..."

She put her head against the man's chest, and after a long time of tears, she could not help but shed them.

Song Jincheng's heart is more painful.

His big palm brushed the girl's cheek and gently wiped away her tears.

His voice was very heavy: "lucky, at that time your body was very weak, I'm afraid you can't accept the news."

So he chose to hide.

Lu Jixiang shakes her head. She starts to sob. Big tears fall down and fall on the man's clothes. They are wet and rippling.

"I don't know when he came, I don't even know when he left..." she burped, very sad: "I haven't even... Said goodbye to him..."

"Sorry..."

Song Jincheng hugged her and her eyes were red.

"Why..." she cried fiercely, silently, surging tears: "I did not protect him..."

"Lucky, it's not your fault." Song Jincheng picked up her face and said seriously, "he just didn't get along with us."

The girl didn't speak and tears fell one after another.

"Jixiang, don't cry..."

Song Jincheng, helpless, lowered his head and gently pecked the tears from her eyes with his lips.

She is crying, tears are like broken pearls.

He was at a loss.

"Auspicious..." affectionately called her.

"I want to be quiet."

She spoke suddenly.

Song Jincheng was stunned.

Lu Jixiang is still in tears, but his eyes are straight at him.

At this moment, she is very weak, like a flower in the storm.

For a long time.

The man nodded hard: "OK..."

He got up and left.

All morning, the girl didn't step out of her bedroom.

Song Jincheng sat in the living room downstairs and waited quietly all morning.

It was soon past twelve.

The housekeeper asked if the meal could be served?

"I'll call her."

Song Jincheng said and got up from the sofa.

As soon as he took a step, he saw the girl go downstairs.

"Good luck."

He walked over, worried.

Lu Jixiang suddenly looks up.

"Song Jincheng."

She called out her full name.

The man's steps stopped, and she was only one step away.

But at this time, it seems so far away.

"I want to go back to my parents."

She opened her mouth.

"Good."

The man nodded and said, "eat first, and then I'll send you there?"

"I don't want to eat..." she frowned.

"You have to eat now." Song Jincheng looked down at her with a gentle voice: "obedient, eh?"

Lu Jixiang bit his lip in embarrassment.

However, the housekeeper is still around, she can't refuse.

"All right." She compromised.

The man finally laughed.

He reached over her waist and led her into the dining room.

The long dining table is already full of lunch.

Song Jincheng personally served a bowl of fish soup and put it in front of her: "have some soup."

Lu Jixiang didn't make a sound, quietly picked up the bowl, lowered his head and drank the soup slowly.

After eating a few mouthfuls of rice, song Jincheng saw the girl frowning and asked, "it's not good to drink?"

"I want to eat."

Lu Jixiang said, putting down the bowl.

"Good." Song Jincheng didn't say anything and immediately served her with rice.

"Thank you."

Lu Jixiang looked at him and ate in silence.

But song Jincheng lost his appetite.

After dinner, they went out.

Song Jincheng drove her in person. On the way, he didn't talk to each other.