Chapter 2: Qiao Jin is no longer the same

Qiao Jin smiled. She was standing in the small garden outside the hospital, bathed in sunlight. When she laughed, her teeth were shining: "I never tell lies."
As soon as she came over, she saw this man braving all over her body, and life was rising from the eyebrows, which was clearly a sign that his life was imminent.
If it weren't for her just awakening now, her strength is not complete, otherwise she can see more concrete.
For example, how would he die?
This man is very good-looking.
Even with Qiao Jin's critical eyes, he had never seen him look good.
With the beautiful facial features, at the first glance, you will feel that everything is superfluous, and words of praise are not enough to describe his amazing.
He has a gentle temperament, just like the finest jade, flowing the most beautiful brilliance.
It is like the white snow, which can freeze every sight cast on him, and can't move his eyes again.
No one is willing to say a harsh word or a question to such a person.
This is Song Yanqing, the only eldest grandson of the Song family today.
"Dogish!"
The tall bodyguard next to Song Yanqing could no longer stop the itchy urge, and had to go to Qiao Jin: "Don't think we don't beat women!"
If you dare to bully the young master, women will fight too!
"Forget it."
The lonely words fell into the ears of people, as if they hadn't realized the cleanness that lingering and disappearing in an instant, adding even more insolence.
They got up and left.
The tall bodyguard glanced at Qiao Jin, seemingly uncomfortable, and glared at her through the sunglasses.
If you want to get close to the young master, you don't know how to find a nice excuse, you have to find such a hateful excuse.
I'm not afraid of being killed.
Qiao Jin watched them leave without stopping, only shaking his head and sighing: "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer."
"Qiao Jin!"
The nurse hurriedly said: "What are you doing here? Madam Mu is looking for you."
Qiao Jin adjusted his clothes calmly and walked away with the little nurse.
This hospital is not an ordinary high-level hospital, it was specially built by the Song family for Song Yanqing.
But Song Yanqing did not come often, except for inspections.
If it wasn't for Qiao Jin's special physical identity, she would not be qualified to come here.
When I walked to the front of my ward, a beautiful lady wearing a luxurious custom-made cheongsam was already sitting inside.
She has grace in her every move, not to mention the amazing beauty, but there is a beauty that I see pity, even if the traces of the years are visible, it is unstoppable.
"Qiao Jin, where have you been?"
Qiao Fei saw her coming back, and immediately stood up, his eyes worrisome: "You are not in good health, why are you running around?"
After speaking, he glanced at Qiao Jin's wrist.
Her wrist was wrapped in gauze, and Qiao committed suicide by cutting her wrist in the bathtub last night. If she hadn't left her last words to Qiao Fei, Qiao Fei had a bad instinct, and he quickly notified people to rush over. Otherwise, it would be later, Joe. It's cold today.
She had been here once last night, and heard that Qiao Jin wakes up and hurries over again this morning, who knows Qiao Jin is still running around.
Thinking of this, Qiao Fei couldn't help but red eyes: "I didn't blame you for those things, why can't you think about it like this? Is there anything you can't talk about, you have to commit suicide?"
Qiao Jin glanced at Qiao Fei, and suddenly said seriously: "What are you going to blame on me? It's because I was injected with drugs? Do you think it's my fault?"
Qiao Fei's face suddenly stiffened.