Chapter 1: Mr. Song, your life is coming soon

"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 in the crowd, wearing a long thin gray trench coat and a tailored tailored suit inside.
For a patient who came to the hospital for examination, his clothes were too formal.
Moreover, under the scorching sun, he also wears too warm clothes, which makes people wonder if he will be covered up.
However, when you see his face, you will never say such a thing.
This dress will only show his already perfect slender body to the fullest, even the male model on the runway is even better.
Not to mention that dusty temperament.
He was chilled, and even in the summer heat, his body temperature was several degrees lower than that of ordinary people, making him wear more than normal people.
And inspection is even more commonplace.
Moreover, he rarely appeared in front of people, even if he was seen, if he hadn't coughed in a low voice from time to time, no one would have known that such a person was extremely weak.
Song Yanqing heard the shout under such circumstances.
Most people seldom have the courage to call him. It is not him, but his distinguished status and ill-fated destiny. The Song family regards him as a lifeblood. Even if it is a normal conversation, the bodyguard will refuse others to approach Song Yanqing.
Therefore, this shout was extremely loud.
The hospital is a passage. They will not run into anyone when they leave here, except for doctors and nurses, there are only a few patients.
Song Yanqing turned his head, his thin and sharp eyebrows were neutralized because of his usual morbidity, and showed a pine-snow-like temperament and beauty.
Even if he is weak, there are still a lot of people who want to be close to him, even if they say a word to him, it is all happiness.
"Master."
The bodyguard frowned for the first time and blocked Song Yanqing.
What they saw was a girl wearing a hospital gown, with a slightly thin body, a delicate face, curved apricot eyes, and bright eyes.
It must be a girl who will arouse love when she laughs.
I want people to touch her face even more.
Song Yanqing didn't recognize her.
The bodyguard seemed to recognize her identity: "Mu Jiaxin's adopted daughter of the lady who entered."
Song Yanqing closed her eyes halfway, as if she had heard it before, but didn't have any interest.
Not to mention adoptive daughters, even a few expensive young masters of the Mu family, none of them can approach Song Yanqing.
When they were about to walk, they heard the girl open his mouth with a smile:
"Mr. Song, I think your hall is dark, I'm afraid you will die soon."
This can be regarded as a rogue.
Everyone knows that Song Yanqing is weak, but no one has ever dared to say that in person.
To be heard by the other elders of the Song family, I'm afraid this girl won't even see the sun the next day.
"What are you talking about, say it again if you have the ability!"
There was a bodyguard next to Song Yanqing, who was tall and mammoth, and was actually a head taller than Song Yanqing, and immediately couldn't help it.
As soon as the hot temper came up, it seemed as if she wanted to kill the the spot.
The other bodyguards did not stop him, but all glared at the girl.
Under such circumstances, Song Yanqing seemed calmer instead.
When the girl said, he didn't even move his eyebrows.
Instead, he said flatly: "The lines are too old-fashioned."
The sound is like a harp, elegant and deep, and the speed of speech is gentle, which seems to be calming.