Chapter 470

Song Weiyi sighed softly, suddenly thinking of Fu Qishan from Sheng Jinsen.

In principle, they are now the relationship between stepmother and stepson.

Sheng Zhenguo is old and still so flirtatious, and his relationship with Sheng Jinsen doesn't seem to be very good. Isn't he afraid of being old and homeless?

Song Weiwei curled his lips, only instinctive loathing for Sheng Zhenguo.

"Then I'll go back first." Song Weiyi greeted.

Originally, I wanted to say a few more words to my mother, but there was an extra Sheng Jinsen next to her, so she couldn't mutter here alone, what if he accidentally overheard her?

"I just came, and you're leaving? Do you think I'm a flood?" Sheng Jinsen squinted at her, bent down, and placed the chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone.

"I heard you muttering over there just now, why, I'm here, so I'm embarrassed to mutter?" Sheng Jinsen folded his arms around his chest, looking at Song Weiyi intently.

At first, he didn't see that it was Song Weiyi, so he didn't care when he heard the muttering.

But now, as soon as she came, she would leave, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Are you eavesdropping on me?" Song Weiyi widened his eyes and looked at him angrily.

"You speak so loudly, I'm afraid everyone has arrived. Now you still blame my head, how wronged I am?" Sheng Jinsen took a step closer, and there was a short, thigh-high wall between the two of them.

Song Weiyi looked suspicious, did she really say that loudly just now?

"It's hard to come here once, why rush away? Sit down for a while, your mother has been looking forward to you for a long time."

Compared with Song Weiyi, Sheng Jinsen came even less often.

He almost grew up in the United States, and he can count the number of times he visited his mother on ten fingers.

Before, he had never paid attention to the tomb next to him, let alone Song Weiyi.

It is rare to meet an acquaintance in this kind of place, and there is a slight comfort.

Song Weiyi looked back at his mother's tombstone, and seeing that Sheng Jinsen hadn't moved, he sat back slowly.

"Today is your mother's death day?" Sheng Jinsen also sat down, facing the direction Song Weiyi chose, so they faced each other across a small wall, chatting with each other.

"no."

"No, I thought it was such a coincidence that it died on the same day as ours." Sheng Jinsen said thoughtfully with a piece of dog's tail grass in his mouth.

So, today is his mother's death day?

"My condolences." Song Weiyi opened his mouth dumbly, and after a long while, he finally choked out these two words.

Sheng Jinsen chuckled and smiled.

"It's been twenty years since people passed away, what else is there to mourn?"

Song Weiyi shivered for a moment, and gave him a hard look.

"You can't talk properly? Respect your mother." Said such foolish words in front of someone's door, is he really his own?

"My mother is not that stingy." Sheng Jinsen took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took one and put it in his mouth.

Song Weiyi immediately understood Sheng Jinsen's intention when he saw him holding the lighter, and stopped him loudly.

"I don't want to smoke second-hand smoke, shut up!"

I already hated the smell of smoke, and now I have a baby, Song is the only one who firmly prohibits second-hand smoke!

Her excitement stunned Sheng Jinsen for half a second.

Holding a cigarette, neither lighting a fire nor throwing it away.

"Why do you have so many troubles? Smoking a cigarette and restricting me?" Sheng Jinsen was a little disgusted, but in the end, he put the lighter back.

Damn it, this is the first time that the cigarettes were taken back just because of someone's words.

Probably this woman's ferocity left a deep impression on him.

"I want to smoke you outside, I guess your mother doesn't like you smoking. Oh, by the way, my mother doesn't like the smell of cigarettes either." Song Weiwei smiled a few times, watching Sheng Jinsen take back the lighter with satisfaction.

Ruzi can be taught.

Dead wood can be carved.

"Your mother's death day, why are you alone?" Song Weiyi looked at him suspiciously.

In previous years, on the anniversary of Song Tianzhen's death, Rong Jingan would also find time to come together.

Of course, not every year can be together.

And when he was not free and couldn't find time to be together, Song Weiyi felt that it was easier to be alone.

"I shouldn't be alone, who else do you think should be? My father?" Sheng Jinsen asked without answering.

Where did his father find the time to take care of a woman who had been dead for twenty years?

This joke, don't be too funny.

"Sorry, I just asked casually." Song Weiyi replied with a guilty conscience.

From Sheng Jinsen's reaction, she knew that she had stepped on Sheng Jinsen's pain.

Sheng Jinsen sneered, threw away the cigarette, and played with the dogtail grass.

"It's nothing to be sorry for, and it's not a big deal."

"And you?"

"Huh?" Song Weiyi was puzzled.

"Why alone? It's not your mother's death day, why are you here at this time?"

Isn't that Pei Yibai very nervous about her? How to let her go out alone?

His father, for this couple, is very brooding.

Speaking of it, Pei Yibai has done a good deed, saving his father from harming others in the future.

"It seems that I asked a question that I shouldn't ask, you can ignore it." Blunting out his doubts, Sheng Jinsen felt that he had asked too much.

He is not related to her, so asking this question seems to be inquiring about Song Weiyi's personal affairs in disguise.

Although, she was his aunt in name.

But this is just his ridicule and joking, neither he nor Song Weiyi will admit it.

"There's nothing I shouldn't ask, but I suddenly missed my mother today, so I came here to take a look." Song Weiwei replied boldly.

Seeing that Sheng Jinsen didn't show any lust today, and looked a little downcast, she should be kind enough to talk to him.

"Come on a whim?"

"That's right."

"So, your daughter is much more qualified than me as a son." Sheng Jinsen chuckled lightly, his tone unclear.

Song Weiyi looked at his mother's tombstone, there was a bit of grass growing around it, Sheng Jinsen didn't even help to pull the grass, saying he was heartless or didn't think he was his mother at all?

"I don't know if I'm qualified or not, but it's obvious that you're not qualified. Don't you see the grass growing here? Why don't you pull it out?"

Song Weiyi pointed to a few weeds that were more than ten centimeters long and asked.

Sheng Jinsen followed the direction she pointed and saw it.

The young master pursed his lips, and it took him a while to raise his noble hand.

"Don't dawdle, not only is the grass growing, but your surroundings are also quite dirty. Clean it up for your mother." Song Weiyi took a serious look before noticing the whole picture of Sheng Jinsen's mother's grave.

Sheng Jinsen frowned and stood up helplessly.

"You're so stupid, you can't even clean up your mother's cemetery?" Song Weiyi pulled out a small bundle of grass, tied it into a small bundle, and was about to sweep the floor.

"Young Master Sheng is so elegant, are you still talking about love in front of the grave?" An evil voice interrupted Song Weiyi's movements.