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

The weather was fine that day.

Song Yanqing, accompanied by bodyguards, completed the routine routine inspection.

He walked through the crowd, draped in a long, thin gray trench coat and a tailored suit that fit well.

In the case of a patient who came to the hospital for a check-up, he was dressed too formally.

And in the case of the hot sun, he also dressed too warmly, which made people doubt that he would be covered with something.

But when you see his face, you would never say such a thing.

This outfit will only show his already perfect slender body to the fullest, even the male models on the runway.

Not to mention that dusty temperament.

He was cold, and even in the summer heat, his body temperature was a few degrees lower than that of ordinary people, making him wear more clothes than normal people.

And inspections are commonplace.

And he rarely appears in front of people, even if he is seen, if it weren't for his low cough from time to time, I'm afraid no one would know that such a person is extremely weak.

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

Ordinary people rarely have the courage to call him, not because of him, but because of his noble status and ill-fated fate, the Song family sees him as if he were the root of his life, even if he talks normally, the bodyguards will refuse others to approach Song Yanqing.

Therefore, this shout is exceptionally loud.

The hospital is a VIP access, and they leave here without bumping into anyone, except for doctors and nurses, and only a few patients.

Song Yanqing turned his head, his thin and sharp eyebrows and eyes were neutralized because of his usual morbidity, and he showed more pine 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 they say a word to him, they are happy.

"Young Master. ”

The bodyguard frowned for the first time and blocked Song Yanqing's surroundings.

What they saw was a girl in a hospital gown, her body looked a little thin, her face was delicate, her apricot eyes were crooked, and her eyes were full of light.

It must be a girl who laughs and makes people love.

I want people to touch her face.

Song Yanqing didn't recognize her.

The bodyguard seemed to know her identity: "The adopted daughter of the lady who entered the new door of the Mu family." ”

Song Yanqing half-closed his eyes, as if he had heard it, but there was no trace of interest.

Not to mention the adopted daughter, it is a few noble young masters of the Mu family, none of them can get close to Song Yanqing.

As they walked away, they heard the girl say with a smile:

"Mr. Song, I see that your Yin Tang is black, and I am afraid that your life will not be long. ”

This can be regarded as a thief.

Everyone knows that Song Yanqing is weak, but no one has ever dared to say this to his face.

If she wants to be heard by the other elders of the Song family, I'm afraid this girl won't even be able to see the sun the next day.

"What do you say, have the ability to say it again!"

Song Yanqing had a bodyguard by his side, who was tall and big, and he was even taller than Song Yanqing, so he couldn't help it immediately.

As soon as the fiery temper came up, it seemed that he wanted to kill this girl on the spot.

The other bodyguards didn't stop him, but they all glared at the girl.

Under such circumstances, Song Yanqing seemed much calmer.

The girl's words, he didn't even move his eyebrows.

Instead, he said flatly: "The lines are too old-fashioned." ”

The voice is like a harp, elegant and deep, and the speed of speech is gentle, which seems to be able to calm people's hearts.