Country H.
A top medical plastic surgery hospital.
The high-heeled shoes knocked on the corridor of the hospital, and there was a slightly crisp sound.
The decoration style of this plastic surgery hospital is not as serious and white as in the hospital. With retro European walls and decoration, it looks more like a beauty salon.
"Tuk-tuk-"
"Come in."
Song Jingwan's tone was brisk, and she sounded in a good mood.
The door was pushed open.
All pleasure came to an abrupt end.
"Why are you? Who asked you to come?"
Song Jingwan's complexion darkened, her face was still wrapped in gauze, making it difficult for people to see what she looked like.
Song Jingwan had just had an operation two days ago, when she saw Song Weiwei, her first reaction was to ask someone to drive her out.
"My sister has an accident, as a younger sister, how can I not come and see?"
Song Weiwei closed the door with a smile, and walked slowly towards Song Jingwan.
"Sister, you don't want to make a scene in the hospital and let everyone know that the sisters are not compatible, do you? Besides, it's my brother who asked me to accompany you, otherwise—"
She leaned over suddenly, and the light and elegant fragrance of her body entered her nostrils.
"You think I'd like to come?"
Song Weiwei smiled maliciously. She realized that she had really turned bad, but she didn't think there was any problem at all.
She was so cowardly before, she is not worthy to work for Miss Song at all.
It was only then that Song Jingwan suddenly realized that Song Weiwei had changed a lot when she went abroad. The elegance that emanates from her bones makes her look like a real noble lady, and her skin is so white that it glows.
"you-"
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, she stared at Song Weiwei's flawless skin for a few seconds, and suddenly sneered, "You moved your face? Which hospital did it, it's quite natural."
Song Weiwei raised her lips silently, "Sister, don't get me wrong. Maybe I've seen too many facelifts in the hospital during this period of time. Everyone has a facelift, right? You have plastic surgery yourself, don't blame me."
She straightened up and looked casually at the ward.
It is said to be a ward, but it is actually more like a hotel, everywhere is filled with the atmosphere of Song Jingwan's life.
"Who—had plastic surgery?" Song Jingwan was glad that the project she wanted to do hadn't been implemented in time, otherwise she would be laughed at by Song Weiwei, "I call it restoration, understand?"
"All right."
Song Weiwei spread her hands, "But it's normal for my sister to have the illusion of my plastic surgery. After all, my skin is indeed much better than when I was in China, right?"
More than a lot better? It is obviously reborn!
"It's just that I met a classmate by chance. That classmate is also from Huaguo, and his family has been Chinese medicine practitioners for generations. You know, this kind of person always has some secret palace recipes that are not humane in his hands, so ~ my skin changes. It's like this."
Song Weiwei's tone was ostentatious, "I wanted to bring you some, but I don't think my sister will need them, right? Is it really possible for your face to recover?"
"idiot."
Song Jingwan sneered, "You think I'm interested in something of yours? Now that you're done showing off, get out!"
Song Weiwei didn't care, she didn't have any emotional fluctuations at all.
"Well, goodbye then, sister—"
After all, Song Weiwei left with a half-smile.
The triumphant energy in his whole body was almost overflowing.
The interior returned to silence.
Song Jingwan sat blankly for a few seconds, just when she thought she was about to lose her temper, she suddenly laughed softly.
"When I really dozed off, someone would send me a pillow."
She tapped on the table, squinting.