Chapter 893 It Turns Out We Can Love Each Other (15)

Such a huge chaos at the anniversary celebration was almost entirely calmed down by Song Menghua.

After all, he was a person who was about to die. After entering the suite, Song Menghua leaned on the sofa with weak legs. He covered his heart, closed his eyes, and breathed hard for most of the time before he regained his strength. He moved his arms that had been numb for a long time, then propped himself up on the sofa and sat upright with difficulty.

Song Menghua opened his eyes and saw nothing in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes and looked around. Then he saw Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian standing side by side at the door of the suite.

The two of them still looked the same as they did in the banquet hall downstairs, staring straight ahead, with dull expressions, as if their acupuncture points had been tapped, motionless.

Song Menghua frowned: "Why are you two still standing at the door? Come and sit!"

Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian seemed to have not heard Song Menghua's words at all, and they still maintained their fixed postures without even blinking their eyelids.

Song Menghua frowned even more and continued to urge them. Seeing that they still looked indifferent, he took his crutch and knocked on the table hard.

Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian shook their bodies one after another, and then their eyes fell on Song Menghua with blank expressions.

When Song Menghua saw the two of them come to their senses, he placed his crutches next to the coffee table: "Come here!"

Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian walked to the coffee table one after another.

Song Menghua pointed to the sofa in front of him and motioned for the two of them to sit.

Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian were like puppets being manipulated, sitting stiffly on the sofa together, with regular postures like two primary school students sitting side by side.

Song Menghua leaned back on the sofa. Before speaking again, he first cared about Song Qingchun: "Qingchun, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere in your body now?"

Song Qingchun shook his head stupidly like a wooden man.

Only then did Song Menghua speak with a relieved look on his face, and explained his plan just now: "That's what I think. Qingchun is now two months pregnant, and the fetus was not stable in the first three months, so I won't It is recommended to hold the wedding now. Youth needs to be well cared for, what do you think?"

A wedding?

Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian, as if they were listening to a book from heaven, turned over these three words in their brains several times without any emotion on their faces.

"Have I asked you anything?" Song Menghua raised his voice.

Su Zhinian, who still didn't understand what Song Menghua was talking about, nodded hurriedly.

Seeing Su Zhinian nod, Song Qingchun also nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Song Menghua then continued: "Three months later, I will have a big belly and will not look good in a wedding dress, so I will wait until the child is born before holding the wedding..."

This time Song Menghua didn't wait for the two people to nod, and continued directly: "...The main task of youth now is to take good care of the fetus, Su Zhinian, I don't care how busy you are at work, from now on, your first task is to accompany you Your wife and children..."

"..." Song Menghua, who had been talking a lot, suddenly poked his head forward with a smile: "...Have you chosen a name for the child?"

Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun were like two idiots, staring at Song Menghua dumbfounded without any reaction.

Song Menghua frowned and was just about to think of a name for his grandson when Su Zhinian suddenly spoke softly: "You just said, a wedding?"