Chapter 223 Substitute Marriage: Warlord Marshal VS First Actress (25)

Author: melon crisp

Song Shenglin walked in, and the lights shone on their identical faces, revealing somewhat similar emotions, which were deep and incomprehensible.

Song Shenglin's eyes were full of love and he said to Jason, "Doctor, don't worry about arranging the money for the surgery."

Shen Yu felt a little embarrassed for a moment when he heard this.

Song Ci didn't say anything. He followed Shen Yu on the hospital bed with his eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry, I overheard that just now."

Jason felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, and subconsciously wanted to protect Shen Yu. Then he heard the man opposite said: "I have something to say to Shen Yu alone."

Song Ci's eyes lingered on Shen Yu's slightly pale lips, and she went out with Jason without saying anything.

He sat on the chair next to him and his back looked very lonely.

…

Song Shenglin sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his rough fingers back and forth on his pale face, "Xiao Yu, I want to tell you something..."

Shen Yu is always a little timid when facing Song Shenglin. It's probably because Song Shenglin's aura is too strong, which scares him, "You said..."

"I want to marry you." Song Shenglin continued with a sincere look on his face: "Don't worry about money. I will take good care of your brother. As long as you are willing to marry a matchmaker, I will definitely make you the most beautiful bride in the entire capital. .”

The expression on Shen Yu's face instantly froze.

he……

He wants to marry me...

There was pain in Shen Yu's eyes. He didn't know what to say, but his sister was still waiting for him. What should he do? What should he do?

…

When Shen Yu was discharged from the hospital, Song Ci came to pick him up. Sitting in the car were Zhou Tairong and Hua'er, who seemed to be watching the fun and smiled at Song Ci. She reached out and touched Hua'er's head, and the little girl kissed her obediently. She caressed Zhou Tairong's chest and acted coquettishly.

Zhou Tairong and Hua'er got married, and she was now his real wife. Song Ci didn't expect that a playboy like Zhou Tairong would actually marry someone else, not just talk about it.

Zhou Tairong teased Hua'er's chin, looked at Song Ci and smiled: "Hua'er, do you know who the person in front of you is?"

Flowers like to stick to Zhou Tairong. He smells of cigarette smoke and high-end cologne mixed with the smell of jasmine tea. It is very strange and fascinating. Zhou Tairong pinched his waist with his palm, and his whole body They were numb and as soft as a puddle of water in Zhou Tairong's arms.

"Good girl, that person in front of you is Grandma Qi, so why don't you say hello?"

Hua'er was fascinated by Zhou Tairong and whispered: "Hua'er has met Grandma Qi."

All Shen Yu's words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything. His lowered eyelashes left a shadow on his cheeks, hiding the bitterness in his eyes.

Song Ci frowned, not knowing who Zhou Tairong was speaking to, and said to Shen Yu, "Ignore him, he is crazy."

When they got out of the car, Song Ci helped him down. Shen Yu was weak and couldn't walk very fast. The sun outside shone down on his porcelain-white face. You could see the fine golden fluff on the side of his face falling on his eyes, which were also soft. .

Song Ci's inconspicuous Adam's apple moved, and he shifted his gaze. His hoarse voice sounded a bit cold, "My father is waiting for you inside."

He couldn't be indifferent to Shen Yu, so he could only use this method to calm himself down.

Shen Yu nodded, and the indifferent heart that touched his eyebrows trembled, and he felt inexplicably flustered, thinking of what he had sworn to say to Song Ci before.

He said that he would not have anything to do with Song Shenglin, but now he is about to become Song Shenglin's seventh concubine, Song Ci's little mother, and he can't look up or down in the huge mansion...

Shen Yu panicked and stretched out his hand to grab the hem of Song Ci's clothes, "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Song Ci opened his hand and repeated: "Go in, my father is waiting for you."

Shen Yu looked at Song Ci's leaving figure, feeling inexplicably lonely and empty, and went to the front hall in despair.

Song Shenglin saw someone at the side and brought them in. Zhou Qingying, who was sitting next to her, became angry and itched her teeth when she saw Shen Yu. However, Song Shenglin was here and she couldn't lose her temper. She sat on the side with a sullen face.

The ladies in Song Shenglin's room came over to express their goodwill to Shen Yu, but Shen Yu was not in the mood to say hello.

When it was time for dinner, everyone was eating. Shen Yu was sitting alone on one side. Seeing that Song Ci didn't come over there, his eyes felt a little lonely.

Is Song Ci really disappointed with himself...

But, he...

Everything seems to be in vain for him. All he can say is this sentence, three words of feeble sorry...

"Why only eat a little?"

Song Shenglin gave him a bowl with vegetables, "Eat more, you have lost a lot of weight during this period."

Shen Yu had no appetite now and shook his head and said he was full. Song Shenglin could sense that Shen Yu was in a bad mood and thought he was worried about his brother.

Although some of them existed, Shen Yu mostly despised himself and left first. He had only been to the Song Mansion twice and was not very impressed. The only thing he remembered was the lotus pavilion in the backyard.

Went there to relax.

Shen Yu asked in his heart whether he regretted agreeing to marry Song Shenglin. He regretted it very much, but he didn't regret it for his sister. He had already lost his sister once, and he really didn't want to lose her a second time...

Shen Qing was still young, she still had great years to enjoy, and she had yet to meet a better person. How could he be willing to let her lie in that endless white ward waiting to die?

…

Shen Yu just walked in and before he could react, he was slapped by Zhou Qingying who came in a hurry, "Hu Meizi, is this the handsome guy you seduced?"

"Is this the face?"

Shen Yu was tall and thin, and could not be reached by Zhou Qingying. He was worthy of dragging him down by his collar. Looking at this man's appearance, even after being slapped, he looked so good-looking and innocent that he was so angry that his teeth were filled with anger. itch.
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