Chapter 841
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Qin Yinan's wedding was indeed something to be happy about, and Song Qingchun was quite happy about it. After she bandaged the wound on Qin Yinan's forehead, she offered him a glass of fruit juice in place of wine to congratulate him sincerely.
However, after she left the dining table, Song Qingchun's happiness disappeared without a trace.
Tomorrow was Friday, and she still needed to find Su Zhinian to deal with the things that had been bothering her.
Song Qingchun did not sleep well that Thursday night. She had a messy dream. Finally, there was a chubby little ball of flesh crawling toward her. When it got closer, she realized it was a cute baby. In the dream, she could not tell whether it was a boy or a girl, but the baby's eyes were beautiful, big, and black. They blinked at her, giving her an indescribable sense of innocence.
He seemed to be a little afraid of her. After looking at her for a long time, he slowly climbed up her body and carefully reached out his chubby little hand to touch her face. He called out in a childish voice, "Mommy."
In the dream, Song Qingchun's heart melted from the cuteness. Without a word, she hugged the baby in her arms. She teased him until he was giggling. Suddenly, the baby started to cry. "Mommy, why don't you want me? Mommy, why don't you want me? "
Song Qingchun felt her heart being squeezed by something. Her whole body shivered, and her eyes flew open.
She first raised her hand and touched her abdomen. When she felt that everything was normal, she sat up and leaned against the headboard while gasping for breath.
She reached for her phone to look at the time. It was 5: 30 am. Her mind was filled with the image of the adorable baby, and she did not feel like sleeping at all.
Even though it was just a dream, the image of the baby crying and asking her why she didn't want him haunted her for a long time.
Song Qingchun sat there with her eyes open until 7 am. She washed up and went downstairs.
Song Menghwa was still asleep, and Fang Rou was preparing breakfast with the servants.
Song Qingchun bade Fang Rou farewell before heading to the entrance.
"Qingchun, aren't you going to prepare breakfast at home?" Fang Rou asked.
"No, I have something to do. I'm meeting a friend," Song Qingchun answered as she changed her shoes.
"By the way, wait a moment." Just as Song Qingchun was about to leave, Fang Rou called after her as if remembering something. Then, she went upstairs. After a while, she returned with a bag and handed it to Song Qingchun. "Haven't you always wanted this bag? I bought it for you a while ago. You can read it from back to back. "
"Thank you," Song Qingchun said happily. She carried it on her back and walked two rounds around the full-length mirror. She turned her head and asked Fang Rou with a smile, "How is it?"
"Very nice." Fang Rou replied with a smile. She paused for a moment, then said, "Just carry it. It matches your clothes better."
Song Qingchun studied it in the mirror for a moment, and it was indeed a good match. Song Qingchun opened the bag that she had been carrying and took out everything inside. She placed them into the bag that Fang Rou had given her, and then she bade Fang Rou goodbye before leaving the house.
When Song Qingchun arrived at Su Zhinian's bungalow, it was only 7: 30 am. She thought Su Zhinian was still asleep, but to her surprise, as she keyed in the password to his door and pulled it open, she saw him striding down the stairs gracefully in casual clothes.
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