"Mr. Song, I have something to tell you."
The weather was fine that day.
Accompanied by bodyguards, Song Yanqing completed the routine inspection.
He walked among the crowd, wearing a long gray trench coat with a tailored tailored suit inside.
For a patient who came to the hospital for examination, he was dressed too formally.
Moreover, in the scorching sun, he also dressed too warmly, which made people wonder if he would be covered up for something wrong.
But you would never say that when you saw his face.
This outfit can only show his already perfect slender body to the fullest, even the male models on the show stage are even worse.
Not to mention that dusty temperament.
He was afraid of the cold all over his body, and even in the heat of summer, his body temperature was several degrees lower than that of ordinary people, which made him wear more clothes than normal people.
And inspection is even more commonplace.
And he seldom appeared in front of people, even if he was seen by people, if he didn't cough in a low voice 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 that shout.
Ordinary people seldom have the guts to call him out, it's not him himself, but his status is noble, and his fate is ill-fated. The Song family regards him as their lifeline, even if they talk to him normally, the bodyguards will refuse others to approach Song Yanqing.
Therefore, this shout was extraordinarily loud.
This is the passageway to the hospital, and they won't bump into anyone when they leave here, except doctors and nurses, and there are only a few patients.
Song Yanqing turned his head away, his thin and sharp eyebrows were neutralized because of his usual sickness, showing a more pine-like temperament and beauty.
Even though 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, it is happiness.
"Master."
The bodyguard immediately frowned and blocked Song Yanqing's surroundings.
What they saw was a girl in a hospital gown, her body was a little thin, her face was delicate, her almond eyes were curved, and her eyes were full of light.
It must be a girl who can be loved and loved when she smiles.
I want people to touch her face even more.
Song Yanqing didn't recognize her.
The bodyguard seemed to know her identity: "The adopted daughter of the lady who has just entered the Mu family."
Song Yanqing half-closed her eyes, as if she had heard it, but she wasn't interested in it.
Not to mention the adopted daughters, even the young masters of the Mu family, they can't get close to Song Yanqing.
When they were about to leave, they heard the girl smile and say:
"Mr. Song, I see that your seal has turned black. I'm afraid you will die soon."
This can be regarded as a thief.
Everyone knew that Song Yanqing was weak, but no one had dared to say that in person.
If the other elders of the Song family heard about it, the girl might not even be able to see the sun the next day.
"What did you say, say it again if you have the ability!"
There was a bodyguard beside Song Yanqing, who was tall and burly, even a head taller than Song Yanqing, so he couldn't help it immediately.
As soon as his hot temper came up, it seemed that he wanted to kill this girl on the spot.
The other bodyguards did not stop him, but all glared at the girl.
Under such circumstances, Song Yanqing seemed much calmer.
What the girl said, 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, with a gentle speed, which seems to be able to calm people's hearts.