There are many people standing in the corridor outside the VIP area of the hospital. These men and women are meticulously dressed up and down. Men who love to show off their wealth do not pile up all kinds of big names on their bodies, and women who love beauty do not wear too much jewelry, even cosmetics. Not many people use it.
A group of people stood in the corridor, but few dared to speak loudly, as if they were afraid of waking up the people in the ward.
"Dad, we've been standing outside for half an hour. When are we going in?" A young man with a thin face and a few strands of other colors couldn't help but ask, only to be stared at by his father. Taking a look, "Don't disturb Fifth Master Cen's rest."
In front of so many people, he was slapped by his father, and the young man looked a little ugly, but when the door of the ward suddenly opened, the young man hurriedly lowered his head and took a step back unconsciously.
The man who came out of the ward was a man in his thirties. He had an ordinary appearance and a gentle temperament, but no one in the audience dared to look down on him. Because this person is Cen Baihe's most trusted assistant, most people have to give him some face.
"I'm really sorry for making you wait so long," Liang Feng smiled apologetically at everyone. "It's just that the doctor specially ordered that Mr. Cen needs to rest. I will convey everyone's kindness to Mr. Cen, and I hope everyone can go back to rest early."
"Everything is about the body, and the body is the most important thing," the middle-aged man standing at the front quickly said with a smile, "In this case, we will not disturb Mr. Cen's rest, and when Mr. Cen is healthy, we will visit him again. ."
"Thank you, everyone, I'm really embarrassed today." Liang Feng bowed slightly to everyone, and the few people standing in front of him turned sideways to avoid them.
The smile on Liang Feng's face was even gentler, he turned around and asked the two bodyguards to escort these people downstairs, showing a polite gesture.
These people came in a hurry and stood outside the ward for a long time, not even seeing a shadow of Cen Baihe, but until they were sent out of the hospital gate by the bodyguard, they did not dare to have any opinions. It wasn't until the two bodyguards turned around and walked back that they slowly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.
The entire imperial capital knew that the fifth oldest son of the Cen family was the old son of Mr. Cen. He was the same generation as many people in the imperial capital in their fifties and sixties, but he was two or three rounds younger than these people. I don't know if it's because of the old man. The fifth master Cen is not in good health. He usually doesn't show his face in front of everyone, but no one dares to underestimate his ability.
I remember that a few years ago, there was a second-generation upstart who came from other places. He drank too much and started talking nonsense. He said a few nonsense in front of many people. Since then, this person has never appeared in the imperial capital.
Everyone knows that this person is thoughtful and ruthless, but he is still a very difficult person to get along with.
It's not necessary for everyone to visit him, anyway, it's fine to put on this posture, even if you can't please, at least you can't offend.
"What kind of bai ah crane, no matter how good the name is, it's not a short-lived look," the young man who was reprimanded by his father just got into the car and scolded, "what kind of spectrum."
"People can afford it," said his father, who hates iron for not being steel. "With a character like yours, you will suffer sooner or later."
The young man snorted and ignored him.
After the father and son drove a certain distance, the car suddenly turned off. After the driver got off the car and checked for a long time, he could not find the reason, so he had to wait for someone from the towing company to tow the car away.
"It's really a dog!" The young man slammed the door and got out of the car, and couldn't help but scolded a net language in his mouth.
"Yang Tao!" His father finally lowered his face when he heard these words, "Who taught you such sleazy words?!"
This is all messed up, and today's young people don't know what to think, even the dog is not spared!
Yang Tao looked at his father's angry face and was speechless for a while. How should he explain it? The mantra on the Internet is really annoying, he must pay attention to it in the future, otherwise his father will break his leg one day.
"Yes, yes, how do you know, it's too accurate!"
"Then can you help me figure it out, when will I find my true destiny?"
"Really, that's great."
Yang Tao raised his head curiously and looked towards the source of the sound. He saw two girls standing in front of a young man with excited smiles on their faces, asking some questions about career and romance from time to time.
Is this... fortune telling
Look at the young man who is giving fortune-telling. He looks at most twenty years old, and there is a little baby fat on his cheeks, but it happens to be the type of appearance that is most likely to stimulate the motherhood of girls. Is this fortune-telling or not? Are you making girls happy
"You're here waiting for someone from the towing company to come, I'll go back to the company first." Father Yang saw his son's appearance, so he hired a taxi and drove away, even the extra The eyes are too lazy to give him again.
This is really daddy.
Yang Tao glanced at the driver who was still not giving up on checking the car. He simply squatted on the corner of the street in boredom, squinting his eyes to secretly observe the fortune-telling scene not far away. He had no image at all.
"Sir is really accurate. I do have a boyfriend who is dating now, so do you think he... Is he suitable to be my husband?" The girl who asked the question was a little red, and seemed to feel that it was a bit awkward to ask such a question. I'm sorry, it can be seen that her character is a little shy, and her ideas are very traditional. Friends around her asked a lot of questions, and she didn't say a few times in total.
Qi Yan figured out that this girl now has a rotten peach blossom, but he won't easily judge the result until he has seen her face, "Do you have a photo of him?"
So sister paper took out her mobile phone and showed him a photo that had been edited.
"Is there something more natural?" Facing the "PS technology" in the three major beauty magic arts in Asia, Qi Yan felt that even if he was a god, he couldn't figure out the cause and effect with this kind of photo.
The girl herself felt a little embarrassed. She rummaged through her hands, and finally found a photo without beauty treatment. Comparing the two photos, they really didn't look like one person.
At the first glance at the real photo of this man, Qi Yan knew that this man was fine in other respects, but he was a promiscuous character, at least until middle age to stabilize his heart.
For this girl, he is not a good match, and more importantly, from the looks of the two, they should not have a marriage relationship, not even a dewy relationship, but more like a blood relationship.
Qi Yan glanced at the quiet girl, and said after two seconds of silence, "Since you don't believe in fate, why should you tell fortune? If I read it correctly, this person should not be your boyfriend, but your relative."
"Huh?" The girl was stunned for a while. She took back her phone and looked at it, only to realize that she just swiped her finger a little too far and swiped over her boyfriend's photo. The photo the master saw belonged to her cousin.
As she apologized repeatedly, she was secretly surprised in her heart. This is really an amazing expert. It's amazing that he can count so much just by looking at him.
Yang Tao didn't expect that he would be able to see such a good show. He stood by for more than ten minutes. After the two young girls left satisfied, he got up and walked in front of the young fortune teller.
Qi Yan was about to take the sign and go home, when he saw a person suddenly standing in front of him, looked up, and saw a well-dressed young man standing in front of him, but his sloppy personality was different from the way he was dressed. The clothes don't quite match.
"You can tell fortunes?" Yang Tao looked at the shabby sign in Qi Yan's hand, and couldn't help thinking, this master is really... different, he looks so soft, even the sign is so low-key not obvious.
"I'm sorry, the three hexagrams for this month have been calculated. If you need it, sir, please come early next month." As Qi Yan said, he put the brand in his trouser pocket, as if he was not moved by money.
Yang Tao didn't expect the other party to answer like this, he was stunned for a few seconds before pointing to the sign: "Master, if you see that your sign says fate, it doesn't matter, I think we are destined. Look at my car. It just happened to be broken on the road next to you, what do you think it's not fate?"
Qi Yan turned his head and glanced at the luxury BMW parked not far away, knowing that it was a rich man, "Mr. is a rich man, you don't need fortune-telling to have a good fortune."
"Master is really an expert. I can tell at a glance that my family is rich." Yang Tao's interest in fortune-telling became stronger.
Qi Yan: Isn't this baby's brain a little hard to use
Anyone who drives a luxury BMW at home must be a rich man. Does that count
Seeing Qi Yan's unmoved appearance, Yang Tao believed in his heart that he must be a capable person who was taught by a master, so he was unwilling to let Qi Yan go: "Master, give me a calculation, the price is easy to negotiate! "
Experts are hard to find, and spending a little money is nothing.
Such a silly and sweet child who trusts people so easily, how many times has he been deceived since he was a child? Qi Yan felt a faint sympathy for Yang Tao in his heart.
However, reincarnation is a technical job. Although this person is a bit silly and sweet, his fortune is not much worse than Wang Hang, and he is also a lucky person with red luck.
When Yang Tao saw that he mentioned money, the master still didn't have the slightest reaction. He felt more and more that this master was unfathomable. Even with a soft and cute face, he could still make people admire him, which was simply too powerful.
Yang Tao's eyes became brighter and brighter, Qi Yan raised his eyebrows: "What do you want, sir?"
Asked by Qi Yan, Yang Tao's mind was a little stuck, because he didn't know what he wanted to do. Since he was a child, he had no shortage of food and clothing, his family loved him, he was surrounded by beautiful girls, and he didn't have to worry about work and career. What did he want
For some reason, he thought of Cen Baihe, who was still lying in the hospital. His father wanted to hug the Cen family's thigh, but he didn't know if he could.
"Master, please help me calculate, can our family win the favor of noble people?"
Although Yang Tao is stupid and sweet, he is not so sweet to the point of stupidity. The question he asked actually wanted to find out how much real ability Qi Yan had.