Chapter 608： Mrs. Song will give me compensation!

The activities at the welfare home continued until the evening.

During this period, Ye Zhenzhen also learned from everyone the reason for holding this event today. This welfare home was funded by Chenguang. On this day four years ago, they brought six orphans back from the mountainous area.

This includes Xiaoya.

When the children were brought back, they didn’t know their birth dates very well, so the day they entered the orphanage was designated as their birthday, which is today.

Xiaoya and her friends’ birthday wish this year was to hold a birthday party with flowers in the yard, and that’s why Ye Zhenzhen saw this now.

At the end of the event, the dean led everyone to say goodbye to the Song family. Xiaoya took Song Yuchen's hand and said, "Brother Xiaochen, will you invite me to your next birthday?"

Song Yuchen nodded, "Yes, but you have to cancel the wish you just made."

“No!” Xiaoya refused without thinking.

Hands crossed, head turned to the side, "Then I'd better not go to your birthday, huh!"

A group of adults listened to the conversation between two little guys and were confused.

Ye Zhenzhen touched Xiaochen's face, knelt down and said patiently, "Xiaochen, once you make a birthday wish, you can't cancel it. You can't say this to sister Xiaoya."

Song Yuchen pouted, with the same aggrieved look on her face, "But...but her wish is that you can also be her mother!"

Everyone present:…

The dean immediately showed an embarrassed look on his face, and he couldn't talk about the child on his birthday, so he had no choice but to apologize to Ye Zhenzhen, "Mrs. Song, please don't mind, the child is still young and not sensible."

Ye Zhenzhen smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."

Song Yuchen was anxious and stretched out his little hand to tug Ye Zhenzhen's sleeve, with reluctance written all over his little face.

He was very worried about his mother. The next sentence was that he wanted to be Xiaoya's mother.

No, he doesn’t want it.

Xiaoya can be his friend, but she cannot compete with him for her mother.

And my great-grandfather also said that in the future, my mother will have her own baby, and it will definitely not be Xiaoya anyway.

Xiaoya looked at Ye Zhenzhen with her big eyes, pursed her lips and said, "I just think Sister Zhenzhen is very beautiful and kind, so I wish to have a mother like Sister Zhenzhen..."

Ye Zhenzhen held Xiaoya in her arms, caressed the little guy's back, and said softly, "Well, Xiaoya's wish will definitely come true. Auntie will often bring Brother Xiaochen to visit you in the future. "

“Okay, let’s hook up. Sister Zhenzhen can’t keep her word~”

“Hook!”

Song Yuchen quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately...

Ye Zhenzhen didn't know what Xiaochen was thinking. She stretched out her hand and pinched the little guy's face, smiling lovingly.

Behind her, Mrs. Song glanced at her son with a complicated expression, and the corners of her mouth sank, showing some disgust.

She also wants to hold her granddaughter, but she is not Xiaoya.

But these two young people were busy with their careers, and she didn't know what year or month she would have to wait.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Song couldn't help but feel a little more troubled and annoyed.

Song Wenbai quickly turned his attention elsewhere when he saw this.

In this family, he currently has the lowest status. Even if he likes children, it doesn't matter. Their family has already subsidized the orphanage. It cannot be said that if a cute child says he likes Ye Zhenzhen, he should be taken back to the family to raise him.

His son and daughter-in-law are both so outstanding. The Song family will have an even cuter granddaughter in the future.

When returning home, Mrs. Song and Xiao Chen wanted to sit with Zhen Zhen. Song Wenbai didn't want to go back alone in the car, so they got into Song Jinze's car together.

On the way, Mrs. Song asked Ye Zhenzhen about her recent work. Knowing that she was preparing for the company, she asked her in a concerned tone not to tire herself.

Actually, the key point she wanted to ask was when these two young people planned to have a baby, while they were young and could recover quickly...

 Last time the old man urged the marriage, and today she also knew that Song Jinze had already made arrangements behind Zhen Zhen's back, but as a grandmother, she was more concerned about the baby's problems.

It’s not like she wants to ask every time. She’s really old and has nothing else to do when she retires at home. That’s all she’s pursuing at the moment.

But young people want to work hard and have their own ideas, so these words are stuck in the throat and swallowed.

After the talk about work was temporarily over, a childish little milky voice suddenly sounded in the car. "Mom, when will your work end? I want you to give me a younger sister. In fact, it's not that I don't like sister Xiaoya, but... I like the sister you gave birth to more."

Mrs. Song's dark eyes suddenly brightened up. She hugged Xiao Chen and kissed her, "Grandma also prefers the sister born from my mother."

Song Wenbai, the co-pilot, echoed, "Grandpa too!"

…”

The pressure was on Ye Zhenzhen, and she exchanged glances with the man driving through the rearview mirror in the car.

Song Jinze said calmly, "Zhen Zhen and I have discussed having a baby next year."

Mrs. Song nodded, "Well, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so we have to prepare well."

Ye Zhenzhen:…

Who has discussed with him about next year?

That night, after the family of three had dinner at the Song family, Xiao Chen was taken to sleep by Mr. Song.

Song Jinze had not finished his official duties during the day and was pressed for time. He did not go back to Hongshan Villa after dinner and went directly to the study on the second floor to get busy. Ye Zhenzhen chatted with Mrs. Song and watched a drama.

Movies and TV dramas are her specialty. She and Mrs. Song were watching and chatting, and both of them were laughing from ear to ear when they talked about it.

At nearly 10 o'clock, the Song family's servant came and said, "Madam, the ginseng soup is ready."

Mrs. Song's loving smile fell on Ye Zhenzhen, "Zhenzhen, let's go to bed with Jinze, drink some soup, this soup will help you sleep."

Ye Zhenzhen’s smile faltered for a moment, the birth was about to be implemented now…

Study.

Ye Zhenzhen went in with the ginseng soup and Song Jinze had just hung up the phone.

Seeing the tray she was holding, I immediately understood what it meant.

“Come and sit.”

Ye Zhenzhen put the tray on the table, and when she got close to the table, she was forcefully taken away by the man and sat sideways on his lap.

She pointed to the tray and said, "You have worked hard at work, and these are your rewards."

Drink both bowls together, including her share.

Song Jinze hugged the woman and gently rubbed the soft flesh of her waist with his fingertips. His eyes fell on the two bowls on the tray and he smiled dumbly and said, "Thank you very much."

Knowing that she didn't want to drink, he didn't say anything, just picked up the bowl and drank.

Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but be surprised to see him so happy. Looking down his jawline, she saw the bulging Adam's apple rolling up and down, and she wanted to touch it.

The moment his fingertips touched his Adam's apple, the man finished drinking the first bowl of soup.

His lips curved into a smile, "Is this considered a reward?"

The man's voice was pleasant, and coupled with his seductive smile, her heart skipped a beat, and she nodded unconsciously, "Whatever you say, you have it."

He looked at the gradual blush on her fair face, felt very happy in his heart, and quickly drank the second bowl.

The moment the bowl was put down, his hot breath sprayed on her ears, "I've received the reward, now it's Mrs. Song's turn to pay me back."

Suddenly, Ye Zhenzhen was picked up by the man and walked out of the study.

She stabilized her weight and hooked her arms around his neck, blushing and saying, "Song Jinze, this is not our home..."

They didn’t bring that!

Song Jinze chuckled, his voice hoarse, "Relax, I know what's appropriate."

Downstairs.

The servant quietly whispered something into the old lady’s ear.

Mrs. Song nodded, smiling brightly, "Okay! Very good!"

“You go back and send this recipe for making ginseng soup to Li Ma...”

“Yes, ma’am.”