"Mr. Song, I have something I want to tell you."

The weather was very good that day.

Accompanied by the bodyguard, Song Yanqing completed a routine routine examination.

He walked in the crowd, wearing a long, thin gray windbreaker and a tailor-fitted custom suit inside.

For a patient who came to the hospital for examination, he was dressed too formally.

Moreover, in the face of the scorching sun, he was wearing too warm clothes, which made people wonder if he would have any problems with him.

However, when you see his face, you will never say such words.

This outfit will only show his already perfect slender body to the fullest, even the male model on the show is even better.

What's more, that outstriving temperament.

He was afraid of chills, and even in the hot summer, his body temperature was several degrees lower than that of ordinary people, making him wear more than normal people.

And checking is even more common.

Moreover, he rarely appears in front of people. Even if he is seen, if he hadn't coughed from time to time, no one would have known that such a person was extremely weak.

It was under such circumstances that Song Yanqing heard the shout.

Very few people have the courage to call him, not himself, but his status is noble and his fate is ill-fated. The Song family sees him as his life. Even if they talk normally, the bodyguards will refuse others to approach Song Yanqing.

So, this shout was particularly loud.

When they leave the passage, they will not encounter anyone. Apart from doctors and nurses, there are only a few patients.

Song Yanqing turned his head, his thin and sharp eyebrows were neutralized because of his usual pathological conditions, and he showed his pine and snow-like temperament and beauty.

Even if he is weak, there are still a lot of people who want to get close to him. Even if he says a word to him, he will be happy.

"Young Master."

The bodyguard frowned immediately and blocked Song Yanqing.

What they saw was a girl wearing a hospital gown, her body looked a little thin, her face was delicate, her almond eyes were curved, and her eyes were full of shiny light.

I guess it is a girl who will be loved by laughing.

I want people to touch her face even more.

Song Yanqing didn't recognize her.

But the bodyguard seemed to know her identity: "The adopted daughter of the new lady in the Mu family."

Song Yanqing half-closed his eyes, and seemed to have heard it, but he didn't have any interest.

Not to mention the adopted daughter, even the few young masters of the Mu family, they could not get close to Song Yanqing.

When they were about to leave, they heard the girl speak with a smile:

"Mr. Song, I see that your Yin Tang is black, I'm afraid your life will not last long."

This is a terrifying thing.

Everyone knows that Song Yanqing is weak, but no one has ever dared to say that in person.

If the other elders of the Song family heard it, I am afraid that this girl would not even see the sun the next day.

"What did you say? If you have the ability, say it again!"

Song Yanqing had a bodyguard beside him. He was tall and taller than Song Yanqing, and he couldn't help it immediately.

As soon as the hot temper came up, he seemed to want to kill the girl's life on the spot.

The other bodyguards did not stop him, but they all glared at the girl.

Under such circumstances, Song Yanqing seemed much calmer.

When the girl said that, he didn't even move his eyebrows.

Instead, he said plainly: "The lines are too old-fashioned."
Chapter completed!