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

But in fact... it's not that easy to be a rich wife, she's just a good person.

Song Nianhe raised a smile and said, "As long as Si Moli can wake up, it will be fine. What I have done is worth it and it is not painful."

"Yes, it's just a matter of time. Let him sleep a little longer and take it easy."

"Well," Song Nianhe responded, "Mr. Sheng, actually I didn't do anything. In this relationship and marriage between me and Si Moli, he was actually the one who paid more."

It was because Si Moli protected her very well that she was safe and sound.

Sheng Juanzhi looked at her, admiration and...

envious.

Yes, envy.

It was a great blessing for Si Moli to meet Song Nianhe, get married together, support each other, and accompany each other.

After ten years of cultivation, they can cross the boat together, and after a hundred years of cultivation, they can sleep together.

It is so rare to meet someone you truly love in this life.

And being able to spend a lifetime with your lover is even more rare.

And what about him?

Sheng Junzhi thought about his love...

Forget it, don’t mention it.

After Sheng Juanzhi left, Song Nianhe sat alone on the sofa.

She adjusted her mood and came to Si Moli's ward.

The purpose of her stay in the hospital was to accompany Si Moli, but he had been sleeping and she had nothing to do.

Song Nianhe thought, which one is more tormented by waiting, or the one who knows that someone is waiting for him is more anxious.

"Why go around in circles, I've always been waiting for you to wake up," Song Nianhe sighed, held his hand and put it against her cheek, "Si Moli, I've been waiting for you time and time again. I’ve really had enough of waiting and don’t want to wait any more.”

"Don't make me wait for you for the third time. You know, it will be very tiring to keep waiting."

Song Nianhe was exhausted mentally and physically.

If she hadn't gone to the temple, she wouldn't have known how to survive.

"There will never be a third time, never again." Song Nianhe asked, "Is that okay?"

Naturally, Si Moli couldn't answer her.

It's been so long and he still shows no signs of waking up.

Song Nianhe rubbed his palm, and then put his palm against her belly.

"Si Moli, our child is here." She said softly, "He is still here, he is still alive."

"Listen to me and explain it to you, okay? When you wake up, I will tell you the whole truth without reservation."

Song Nianhe held Si Moli's wrist and stroked his lower abdomen.

Unfortunately, his palms were not as warm as usual.

A little cold.

Suddenly, Si Moli's fingers moved.

Song Nianhe's eyes froze instantly.

What did she see? Did she read that correctly?

Si Moli's finger just... must have moved!

Song Nianhe didn't dare to blink, looked at his fingers, and then at his eyebrows.

His brows furrowed into the character "Chuan".

His eyelashes were trembling slightly.

"Si Moli? Si Moli?"

Is he going to wake up?

Si Moli's head began to shake from side to side, his thin lips pursed tightly, without any blood.

Song Nianhe didn't dare to express his anger, but he didn't dare to disturb him and quickly pressed the call bell.

Within a minute, all the doctors and nurses rushed into the ward.

"He seems to be waking up..." Song Nianhe's voice trembled, "Isn't it? He is going to wake up?"

The doctors gathered around the bed and checked Si Moli's condition.