Qiao Jin smiled. She stood in the small garden outside the hospital, bathed in the sun, and her teeth glistened when she smiled: "I never tell lies."
As soon as she came over, she saw that this man was emitting black air all over his body, and his brows were filled with lifeless air, which was clearly a sign of his near death.
If she hadn't just awakened now, her power was not complete, otherwise she would be able to see more specific things.
For example, how the hell is he going to die.
This man looks extremely good-looking.
Even with Qiao Jin's critical eyes, she was never seen before.
The beautiful facial features, the first time you see him, you will feel that everything is superfluous, and the words of praise are not enough to describe his amazingness.
His temperament is warm and moist, like the finest jade, exuding the most gorgeous brilliance.
It is also like a white snow, which can freeze every line of sight cast on him, and can no longer look away.
No one is willing to say a serious word or a question to such a person.
This is Song Yanqing, the only eldest grandson of the Song family.
"I'm so daring!"
The tall bodyguard beside Song Yanqing couldn't hold back the urge to itch anymore, and was about to go over to Qiao Jin: "Don't think we don't beat women!"
If you dare to bully the young master, even women will hit you!
"never mind."
The cold words fell on people's ears, as if they hadn't experienced the cleanliness of lingering and then disappeared in an instant, adding to the indifference and coldness.
They got up and left.
The tall bodyguard glanced at Qiao Jin, seemed a little annoyed, and glared at her through the sunglasses.
Wanting to get close to the young master, I don't know how to find a better excuse, but I have to find such a hated person.
I'm really not afraid of being beaten to death.
Qiao Jin watched them leave without stopping them, just shook his head and sighed: "If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes."
"Joe Jin!"
The nurse's anxious voice came: "What are you doing here? Mrs. Mu is looking for you."
Qiao Jin adjusted his clothes calmly, and followed the little nurse away.
This hospital is not an ordinary high-end hospital, it was specially built by the Song family for Song Yanqing.
But Song Yanqing didn't come here often, except for inspections.
If it weren't for the special status of Qiao Jin's body, she would not be qualified to come here.
When he walked to the front of his ward, a beautiful woman wearing a luxurious custom-made cheongsam was already sitting inside.
Her every move is graceful and elegant, not to mention the astonishing beauty, but she has a beautiful posture that I still feel sorry for. Even if there are traces of time, she can't stop her demeanor.
"Joe Jin, where have you been?"
Seeing her coming back, Qiao Fei stood up immediately, with worried eyes: "You are not in good health yet, why are you running around?"
After speaking, he glanced at Qiao Jin's wrist.
Her wrists were wrapped in gauze. Qiao Jin committed suicide by cutting her wrists in the bathtub last night. If she hadn’t left her last words to Qiao Fei, Qiao Fei’s intuition was not good. It's cold today.
She came here once last night, and hurried over this morning when she heard that Qiao Jin woke up. Who knew that Qiao Jin was still running around.
Thinking of this, Qiao Fei couldn't help but her eyes turned red: "I didn't even blame you for those things, why are you so upset? Is there something that you can't talk about and you have to commit suicide?"
Qiao Jin glanced at Qiao Fei, and suddenly said seriously: "What are you blaming me for? Is it because I was injected with drugs? Do you think it's my fault?"
Qiao Fei's face froze suddenly.