Later, Song Jingyu had a difficult birth, and died after giving birth to an amniotic fluid embolism, and after a year, Tang Zhengquan changed his name to Song Zhengquan and became the Song family, and half a year later he married the current Mrs. Song, and took her ex-husband's daughter Tang Ge into the gate of the Song family, and soon became pregnant and gave birth to the youngest son of the Song family, named Song Fu.

Old Mrs. Huo was stunned for a long time, she really didn't expect that Song Ci was not Song Zhengquan's daughter, and murmured: "Then the Jiangcheng Ji family is the one I want?"

"It's that house. Huo Heng glanced at Mrs. Huo with a solemn expression, and said casually: "Ji Changfeng, secretary of the Jiangcheng Municipal Party Committee, is also on the list of officials who have entered Beijing. ”

Old Lady Huo looked at Huo Heng strangely: "What's the matter?

"I'm not an ordinary businessman. ”

"You're a profiteer. Mrs. Huo saw that her son was faintly angry, so she silently changed the topic, "Are you sure it has something to do with the Ji family?"

"Not sure, it's a bit tricky to investigate what happened twenty years ago, she doesn't know yet, I haven't mentioned it. Huo Heng rubbed his swollen temples, it was not good to talk to the old lady without a little mentality, and he would be angry to death.

Mrs. Huo was also rarely serious, "If Ji Changfeng is also among the officials in Beijing, then there will be nothing to do, and it is also a way to avoid his limelight and go to other places to be an official for two years and then come back." ”

"I'll talk to him about it. Huo Heng nodded, agreeing very much, Mrs. Huo saw the changes in the current situation very clearly.

"The sky of Kyoto officialdom is about to change again, and I don't know if it's good or bad. ”

"It doesn't matter to you, the sky is falling and your son is on top. Huo Heng curled the corners of his lips and smiled, "It's still early for Zhou Shuai to step down, let's take a look." ”

"Also, this season's family has a reputation, and it is better than the Xu family if they are just and honest," Mrs. Huo changed the topic, "When will you give me a grandson?"

Huo Heng picked up the newspaper and flipped through it, and said, "Isn't Huo Zehui your grandson?"

"Don't interrupt, I'm worried about the little grandson is good, the little word is still young, you should be vigilant, and the child will not hurt the body in a few years. After thinking of her little grandson for a long time since that day, Mrs. Huo suddenly realized that Song Ci was only 20 years old, and she felt uneasy, and she couldn't find the right time to tell her son, so she could only mention it now.

"Yes, yes, as long as you don't rush, I'm willing to do as long as it gets. It didn't matter if he was willing, the little girl had to be willing, "If she doesn't want children, don't blame her." ”

Mrs. Huo rested thinking about her little grandson, and said more suddenly: "I also have a grandson, if you don't want to give birth to a small word, this child has suffered for half a lifetime, and there is no need to toss about these things." ”

Huo Heng was very surprised when he heard this, "Don't you hug your little grandson?"

"Why not?!" Mrs. Huo glared at him, "If you want to force her, my mother is not in my father's love, and I married you, maybe how wronged I am." If she really doesn't want to give birth, then I don't want it either. ”

Huo Heng closed his eyes deeply, "If you have nothing to do, you can go back, maybe what will happen to the family." ”

Mrs. Huo stood up and said with disgust: "Who rarely stays with you, so I don't dislike you because I don't have a heart." After speaking, he picked up his bag and went out of the door, and returned to Huo's house in the car.

Huo Sanye put down the newspaper, only to feel that his temples were suddenly swollen, and he raised his hand and rubbed it, the older the old lady is, the sharper she becomes.

Not long after leisure, the mobile phone rang, and when it seemed that the call was a high bureau, Huo Sanye put down the newspaper and picked up the phone, "You said." ”

The high situation on the other end of the phone was extremely serious, "Has my sister-in-law offended anyone?"

"What's the matter?" Huo Heng restrained his loose expression and twisted his eyebrows.

The car in her name was found to have the brake system deliberately damaged and the car's brake pads were badly worn, so the brakes failed before the crash and the car drove straight under the truck. Gao Ju's tone was rigorous, and he was even guessing that if it was not the little son of the Song family who was driving, but ...... I don't dare to think about it, it's unlucky.

"Where are you? I'll come over now. Huo Heng stood up, and Zhongbo immediately called Jiulin, who was watering the flowers in the garden, and the latter looked stunned, returned the kettle to Zhongbo, and went to the garage to drive the Maybach out.

Jiulin went out with a solemn face Huo Sanye, mourning in his heart for those who didn't do good things, and at the same time understanding that don't provoke Madame. Not to mention that the lady herself may kill you, and if the third master knows, the end will only be more miserable.

Song Ci, who arrived at the hospital on the other side, left Xu Sen waiting downstairs and went upstairs alone, Song Ci pushed open the door only to find that Lin Xue was serving tea to Old Man Song. glanced at Steward Song, who was standing on the side, and withdrew.

Steward Song silently followed behind Song Ci and came to the end of the corridor, Song Ci leaned on the handrail of the corridor fence and looked at Steward Song without saying a word, Steward Song couldn't, so he had to say: "She came last night and has been guarding the old man." Young Master Song Fu had his leg amputated, and he could only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and his body was very poor in all aspects, and he is now in the intensive care unit. ”

"What does she want. Song Ci frowned.

Steward Song shook his head, "I didn't say it." After thinking about it, he still told Song Ci, "Miss, Young Master Song Fu was also brought up by the old man, I'm afraid of ......" It goes without saying what he is afraid of.

Song Ci shook his head, "He won't," if he had let Song Fu be in charge of the Song family, he would have been able to mention it a long time ago, not to mention that Song Fu is just a waste person now.

"Then you ......" He actually wanted to ask, will you take over the Song Group? He couldn't bear it, he knew the wishes of the eldest lady.

Song Ci raised his head and looked at the sky, "Pay attention to Lin Xue, call me if there is something." ”

Steward Song nodded silently, in fact, there was a nurse there, and she didn't need to do anything in the first place, but when she came, she did it very carefully, and she didn't even care about her son lying in the ICU, which was intriguing.

"Miss Song. A gentle doctor walked in front of him, followed by a number of medical students, only to see the young doctor say something to the medical students behind him, the students smiled and dispersed, a few students secretly glanced at the girl standing opposite, only to see the lowered brim and the long black down jacket.

Hearing the voice, Song Ci raised his head, "Doctor Wan." Then he turned his head and instructed Steward Song to say two words, and Steward Song left without squinting.

"What's wrong with you?" Wan Qingheng walked to Song Ci's side, looking at her quietly with gentle eyes, "I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Song Cifu leaned against the fence again, and said lazily: "It's not me, the old man is not in good health." I'm glad I didn't see you. ”

"Also, it's probably not a good thing to see me," Wan Qingheng looked at the floor, it was the cardiopulmonary inpatient department on the third floor, and he knew a little, "Do you need me to help the old man take a look?"

"If you will. Song Ci nodded casually, "Why did you get here?"

"There are many patients here, and their conditions are mixed, so it is suitable for me to study. ”

Also, he is a medical idiot, originally a researcher at the research institute specializing in bacteria and viruses, and he was transferred to the clinic only after a breakthrough.

"Resident here?" Song Ci raised the brim of his hat, and glanced at the man in front of him with cold eyes, which was completely different from Uncle Huo's temperament.

"It depends, it's going to be here in the next few years. Wan Qingheng looked at the delicate but cold and arrogant girl in front of him with a smile, "Are your injuries healed?"

He hadn't forgotten the first time he met this girl, covered in blood and with a faint death on his face. A steel pipe with the thickness of two thumbs penetrated his waist, just a few centimeters away from his back, and ordinary doctors did not dare to operate, but Dean Jiang dragged him out of the research institute, completed the operation that lasted for more than 20 hours, and finally snatched her back from the hands of death.

"Thank you so much at the time. Song Ci also remembered the situation at that time, and later she was in a coma in the hospital for more than half a month, and the first person she saw when she woke up was Wan Qingheng with a nervous and pitiful face.

Wan Qingheng smiled with love and pity, "As a doctor, it is appropriate to protect every patient. Needless to say, I'm willing to do things for you. ”

The girl looked at the man coldly and suddenly said, "I'm married." ”

"When did it end?" Wan Qingheng was a little stunned, "Who?"

"Huo Heng. The girl stood up, Qing Qing was cold, lowered the brim of her hat, and said to Wan Qingheng: "There is still something to do, go first." ”

The man smiled warmly, and there was tenderness hidden in the depths of his eyes, "Well, let's go." After sending the girl away, the man's eyes were thoughtful, and he went to the dean's office, extracted Old Man Song's case and flipped through it.

Dean Jiang lifted his glasses, stood behind the man and asked, "What does this patient have to do with you?" He had never seen Wang Qingheng particularly interested in any case, only bacteria could attract his attention.

"An elder of a friend. Wan Qingheng said without raising his head, and asked Dean Jiang again, "Who is Huo Heng?"

Dean Jiang was stunned, "You don't watch the news?" Even if you don't watch the news, the patient in your hand is still instructed by him, and you two don't know each other? After thinking about it, Wan Qingheng, a researcher, also explained to him, "The CEO of Media Asia Group, the mainstay of our Chinese economy, it can be said that he is promoting the economic development of our Chinese country. ”

Wan Qingheng nodded casually and said, "This Song Chengguo patient is handed over to me." Closing the case, Wan Qingheng stood up with a warm smile, "Then dean, I'll go first." ”

Dean Jiang sent the man away with a smile with an unpredictable gaze.

At this time, Song Ci went to the ward, and the purpose was the sleeping old man Song, Lin Xue was not in the ward, raised her eyebrows and looked at Steward Song, Steward Song looked at the sleeping old man Song and whispered, "She went out to eat." ”

Song Ci casually pulled a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the old man Song who was no longer domineering and dictatorial in the past, a little uncomfortable, the Song housekeeper on the side tucked the corner of the quilt for the old man, and then said to Song Ci in a low voice: "Miss, the old man still cares about you in the end." What happened back then......"

Frowning impatiently, staring at Steward Song with cold eyes, Steward Song swallowed the unspoken words, Song Ci evoked a mocking smile, "What he cares about is the Song family." What do you say?"

Steward Song was speechless for a while, silent.