Chapter 469

In the ward, Song Weiyi sat on a chair, silently looking at the man on the bed.

Fortunately, because he was drowsy, the embarrassment of father and daughter meeting was avoided.

Such a situation, before the big change a few months ago, they probably never dreamed of it?

If her mother was still there, how would she feel when she saw what happened to him?

Her mother, infatuated, was too stupid. Until she died, her whole heart was still on him.

In exchange for treating each other like this, is it worth it?

With a "bang", the sound of the door opening alarmed Song Weiyi.

Outside the door, Fu Qishan and others came in one after another.

Seeing that it was Fu Qishan, all the hairs on Song Weiyi's body stood on end, and he was instinctively wary of Fu Qishan.

"Isn't this the only one? My good sister, why are you here?" Fu Qishan walked over with a twist of her waist.

A strong smell of perfume came over his face, Song Weiyi's brows were tightly knotted, and he covered his nose slightly.

It was so dark that the Sheng family had too much perfume, so that Fu Qishan sprayed the whole bottle on her body.

"Yo, you're still covering your nose, do you dislike me?" Fu Qishan sneered, her voice sharp.

"This is a hospital." Song Weiwei reminded coldly.

At this moment, the people on the hospital bed were still asleep, so Fu Qishan couldn't wait to show her presence. Did she think the ward was too quiet?

"So what about the hospital? Don't you care about Dad's life?"

"You came to quarrel with me?" Song Weiwei raised his eyes and asked with a smile.

Delicate skin, fair and rosy cheeks, revealing her good condition all the time.

Compared with her, Fu Qishan, who had put a lot of powder on her face, paled in comparison.

She looked at Song Weiyi jealously. She also had this delicateness and tenderness before she married Sheng Zhenguo.

But after being tossed by him for a few months, nothing was left.

"So what?" There was no Pei Yibai by her side at the moment, so Fu Qishan was naturally not afraid.

Seeing Song Weiyi's cheeks as white as jade, she wished she could grab her.

"No, I don't have time or energy to argue with you." Song Weiyi got up.

Before he took two steps, he was stopped by Fu Qishan.

"I just came, and you're going to leave? My sister doesn't show me face?" Fu Qishan sneered.

Only she knows how much the word "sister" is called against her will.

Song Weiwei wanted to laugh, "If you are willing to think so, then I have nothing to say."

She picked up her bag and turned to leave.

Meeting Fu Xiuyan outside, Song Weiwei greeted him without saying anything.

"See? Song Weiyi is so arrogant that she can't control the sky. I want her to pay a price that is ten times heavier than mine." Fu Qishan gasped for breath, and if she hadn't been stopped by Fu Zining, she would have almost rushed out.

What happened later, Song Weiyi didn't know, and didn't want to know.

It was just because Rong Jingan was hospitalized that he felt a little gloomy.

The driver was waiting at the gate of the hospital.

Back in the car, Song Weiyi didn't ask the driver to go back directly.

"Let's go to the cemetery." She said softly.

It seems that I haven't seen my mother for a long time.

I don't know if she knows in heaven and will blame herself.

"Young Madam, it's already a bit late."

"It's okay, I'll be back soon."

Song Tianzhen's purpose was to be buried in an excellent location.

This was the best thing Rong Jingan did for her after her death.

The choice was a geomantic treasure, and Fu Zining knew about it, and there was a little fuss.

The last time I came here was during the Qingming Festival, but now it has been half a year.

Song Weiyi put a bunch of gypsophila stars in front of the tombstone. The Song Tianzhen in the photo had been washed away by the rain and faded away.

"Mom, I'm here. You won't be angry if I haven't come to see you recently, right?" Song Weiyi slowly sat down in front of the tombstone, with the driver standing beside him.

The distance was not too far, and Song Weiyi was just within his line of sight.

"Because my daughter is married." Song Weiyi scratched his head, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

It seems that she hasn't brought Pei Yibai to see her mother yet, she must be angry.

"Next time I will definitely bring Pei Yibai, you will definitely be satisfied with your son-in-law." Song Weiyi said, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Just like whispering to my mother, I was in a happy mood with a little excitement.

She could complain about Pei Yibai to her mother unscrupulously.

"By the way, I haven't told mom that I'm pregnant. Soon, your grandson or granddaughter will be born. I've discussed with Pei Yibai to have four."

"He hopes there will be three girls and one boy. I think two boys and two girls would be fine."

When the time comes, bring a few cute babies to see their grandma, mother in the spirit of heaven, you will be very happy, right?

"The Pei family, although they haven't fully accepted me yet, his mother has treated me very well."

One needs to be content. Compared with Mrs. Pei's tit-for-tat confrontation with her at the beginning, Song Weiyi deeply believes that the situation at this moment is much better than it was at the beginning.

As for Pei Yibai's father, she didn't want to think about it for the time being.

"So mom, don't worry about me, I'm fine, very fine." Those who used to bully her were all cleaned up.

Song Weiyi was silent for a while before talking about Rong Jing'an.

At this moment, calling him father still makes her feel awkward.

She is a serious person. When she said that, she never thought of going back on her word, but facing her own mother, if she didn't call him father, what would she call him?

"After I went to the hospital to see him today, I made a temporary decision to come here."

In fact, Song Weiyi didn't come to the cemetery on purpose, so as not to arouse his own sadness.

She comes here twice a year, one time is the anniversary of her mother's death, and the other time is Qingming.

The two incidents were not far apart, and if it happened again for the third time, it would be more than half a year.

The sound of "chachacha" footsteps interrupted Song Weiyi's words before he could blurt out.

She raised her head and followed the sound to look at the tomb next door.

Sheng Jinsen, dressed in black and wearing black sunglasses, holding a large bouquet of chrysanthemums, caught Song Weiyi's eyes.

"It's you?" Song Weiyi stood up in shock.

Sheng Jinsen was taken aback, then turned his head, only to see Song Weiyi whose hair was blown wildly by the wind.

"Why are you here?" Sheng Jinsen pursed his lips and asked calmly.

For the first time, he didn't molested Song Weiyi as soon as they met.

"I'm going to see my mother."

Sheng Jinsen's hands froze, and he looked over silently. There was indeed a young woman on the tombstone.

"Coincidentally, I also came to see my mother." It was really a bloody fate, I didn't expect the mothers of the two of them to be neighbors.

Only then did Song Wei know that Sheng Jinsen's mother had passed away.

Looking at the arrogant and willful young master at the moment, he felt a sense of sympathy for each other.