Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

The master shook his head.

"Is that a signature?"

The master glanced at her: "What you ask for will come true."

Song Nianhe's anxious heart dropped: "That means this is a good sign, right?"

"Well... that's right." The master replied, his words a bit ambiguous.

She didn't quite understand: "Really? Is it, or...isn't it?"

"I just said, what you ask for will come true," the master said. "As for how it will come true, it depends on fate."

What else did Song Nianhe want to ask, but the people queuing up behind him were already urging him.

She had no choice but to thank and leave.

Seeing her dejected look, Mother Song said: "As long as it can be realized, don't think too much. You should be happy if you ask for a good fortune."

Song Nianhe forced a smile.

Yes, as long as Si Moli is safe and healthy, that's fine.

In the middle of the temple, there is a century-old tree.

There are many red ribbons tied on the branches with wishes written on them.

Song Nianhe stood under the tree, looking up at the words on the red ribbon.

Some want success in their studies, some want a happy marriage, some want to get rich...

Should she also write her wish and tie it with a red ribbon?

Just as she was thinking about it, Song's mother had already given her something: "Write it, Nianhe."

Known daughter Moruomu.

Song Nianhe carefully wrote his name and Si Moli's name on the ribbon with one stroke.

"Si Moli and Song Nianhe have been together for hundreds of years."

What a beautiful wish. Life only lasts a hundred years, and he and she will stay together for a lifetime.

She carefully tied the ribbon to the branch and slowly let go.

The ribbon fluttered in the wind.

Looking at the names of the two people, Song Nianhe smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"When Si Moli is discharged from the hospital, he and I will come to the temple again." Song Nianhe said, "Firstly, to fulfill my wish, and secondly, I want him to see that our names are tied to this tree, and I want to point it out to him. He sees."

Mother Song smiled: "Okay."

Back at the hospital, it was already noon.

Song Nianhe pushed open the door of the ward and found Sheng Juanzhi standing by the window.

Hearing the sound, he looked back.

"Hey, Mrs. Si," Sheng Junzhi said, "I thought I couldn't wait for you. It's really hard to see you."

These days, Sheng Juanzhi was so busy that his feet never touched the ground. Si Moli acted as a hands-off shopkeeper, leaving everything to him instead of handling matters that he could not handle.

He had long been simmering with anger.

In addition, last time Song Nianhe and Xu Anya stared at him as if they had seen a ghost, which also made him very unhappy.

Today...he was still waiting for Song Nianhe in the ward for a full hour.

He was annoyed and depressed.

"I went to the temple," Song Nianhe replied, "to pray for Simo Li, worship the Bodhisattva, and eat fast food, so I was delayed."

"Isn't Si Moli recovering well?"

"Yes, but asking for the blessings of Bodhisattva can only do good things."

Sheng Juanzhi raised his eyebrows: "Si Moli is really lucky. I take care of the company for him, you take care of him and serve him in life, and you even pray to Bodhisattva for him... He really has all the good things to himself. It’s over.”

Song Nianhe just smiled, with an imperceptible bitterness in his smile.

"Mr. Sheng, why are you here this time?" Song Nianhe asked, "Do you want me to sign again?"

"you guessed right."

Sheng Junzhi glanced at the documents piled up on the table.

"Is this what I want to sign?" Song Nianhe was a little surprised, "So many."