Chapter 1451: Have a tough role

Mo Fei felt that he was playing the piano against the cow.
He raised his head and stared at the person in front of him, who wrapped himself like a zongzi.
"Do you know how a doctor sees a doctor? You don't know if you have never been sick or seen a doctor?"
The shameless man froze for a moment, still seemed to be a little bit confused about Mo Fei's words?
Mo Fei grabbed the table. He didn't know if it was learned by Tong Miaomiao or the same year. He liked to grab the table.
He rolled his eyes down again.
"Didn't you understand?"
The man really nodded his head again, he just didn't understand.
Mo Fei pointed at the person in front of him, not a man.
"When a doctor sees a doctor, he pays attention to seeing, hearing and asking. If you wrap yourself up like this, how can I go and see, I am a doctor and not a god.
He didn't know if other people had the ability to see others sick through heavy clothes, but he really didn't have the ability.
The shameless man put his hand on the gauze cap on his head, his knuckles were a little tight.
He finally took off the veil from his head, and then he showed a thin face.
The man in his thirties has already given birth to some Huafa early, and there is no look between his eyes, only his figure still has the charm of some scholars.
Although he was never young and frivolous, but Zeng Jin is also enviable. He was nominated for the gold list, but now he has reached such a point.
Who can be blamed?
"It is you."
Mo Fei recognized himself too.
"Who else can it be?"
The Master Song was also a good hand, and they were all sparsely played characters. In Mo Fei's eyes, Master Song had a life that could be described in terrible words.
I've been giving birth all my life, but I haven't given birth for how long.
If this woman can’t be born, it can be someone else’s problem. Two can’t be born, or you can say the reason for others, but three or a bunch of them can’t be born. Then needless to say, they all know. He has a problem.
"sit down."
Mo Fei pointed to the place in front of him.
Song Mingjiang came over here, and then sat down and put his hands on the table.
Mo Fei pressed his together. No matter who this person is, he would treat him as if he didn't know him. What he was doing now was only ordered by his wife.
"Yep."
Mo Fei seemed to feel something, he pressed his fingers tighter again.
After he removed his finger, this strange expression made Song Mingjiang's heart involuntarily, and he felt a very bad feeling.
He clenched his hand tightly again, this time he abandoned his last bit of respect, so he asked Shen Qingci to know a reason and get a result.
Do I need to continue?
"Sir Song has married so many women because of heirs?"
Mo Fei took his hand back, and poured himself a cup of tea, took it in his hand and drank it, saying that this tea is really incomparable with the tea from his wife.
No matter how good the water is, no matter how expensive the tea is, it can't compare to the tea grown by Master Jingkong. Not only the tea has a light taste, it is also useful for washing the dust, and it smells unique.
After getting used to good tea, naturally, some people are not accustomed to drinking these common dishes.
And he was still waiting for Song Mingjiang's answer.
At this time, Song Mingjiang opened his mouth several times, and the scholar's loftyness also made him difficult to tell about this matter, and even more difficult to face.
But does he still have a face?
Everyone knows his face has long been lost.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the nobility in his eyes had already receded a bit.
"Exactly."
"Oh……"
Mo Fei was not surprised by his answer. He looked at Song Mingjiang, and it was all like this. He was so talented, and Master Song seemed to have touched everything.
Mo Fei put the cup on the table.
"Master Song knows that some men have no children?"
Song Mingjiang's face changed suddenly.
"Mr. Mo, you mean...me?"
He was once a genius in Beijing, how could he not know that Mo Fei meant something?
Mo Fei nodded lightly.
"Is there a way?"
Song Mingjiang's palm was also covered with sweat from his hand, and even his eyes were already red.
This one……
Mo Fei shook his head, "Master Song is a bit old for this disease, and he should just admit his fate. My son never thought of having children. Those four little masters were accidents and gifts from heaven. "
"Maybe Song Master will one day."
His words are very euphemistic. Who can be the same as Ping Heng Si and Shen Qing's resignation. People have only one child, three children and one daughter. All of them are smart and beautiful. After ten years, they will all be famous in Beijing. Young talent.
In Mo Fei's view, this Master Song is a pity.
"Thank you," Song Mingjiang saluted Mo Fei, then tightened his hands and walked out.
Mo Fei looked at his back, suddenly realizing that a generation of talented men had already ended, and the cruelty of the day was all here.
"How's it going?"
Shen Qingci asked Mo Fei who had returned.
"That..."
Mo Fei actually didn't know what to say.
"There is a ruthless character around."
"En?" Shen Qingci gently shook the fan in his hand, "How ruthless is it?"
"Give the medicine to sever the offspring," Mo Fei spread his hand. "This medicine has been used for more than ten years, and the subordinates cannot solve it. It is like a fruit, if the skin on the outside is broken. Just peel off the skin. If it is deeper, then dig deeper, but the inside is completely broken. How can this be cured?"
"Did you tell him?"
The ball fan in Shen Qingci's hand shook a few more times, and the slight cool breeze also lifted the hair around her ears.
Mo Fei shook his head, "Mo Fei didn't mention this matter," In his opinion, things have already become like this, it is better not to mention it.
"So be it."
Shen Qingci put down the fan, then leaned aside to rest.
The scholar himself has the loftiness of a scholar, and no matter how he lives, that person still has this lofty loft now, and he can live to it.
If there is one day, his own life will be destroyed in the hands of two women. I don't know if that person is alive or not?
Mo Fei gave Shen Qingci a thumbs up, that's it.
That's why they are sour scholars, and they are talking about people like Song Mingjiang, who seem to treat everything like dung, but once they encounter something, they cry most.
Those who are practicing martial arts are better, grandiose.
But, is he a martial artist? He seems to be unable to turn his head over, and of course he is not a scholar.
"If Madam is fine, Mo Fei wants to go back," Mo Fei bent his waist slightly towards Shen Qingci, "My father is a bit old, and his subordinates will go back to honor him."