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Wen Ying glanced at the phone and blushed with shame. The hand that was pouring water for Song Jingming suddenly stopped, holding the phone in both hands while typing.

So anxious? Song Jingming couldn't help but tilt his head slightly to look at her.

"Mr. Lu, can you wait a moment and try again?" Then in order to show his sincerity, he sent a super cute kitten begging for help emoji.

It's like going to an Internet cafe to surf the Internet. It's all wasted money if you record the time. Wen Ying was so anxious that he almost wanted to hit the wall.

The more Song Jingming looked, the more he frowned. He couldn't help but think that Wen Ying was chatting with the man named Lu. Seeing Wen Ying's red face and biting lips, Song Jingming became very angry.

Lu Cheng was so happy that he wanted to do a backflip in the car. Looking at the cute kitten on the phone, his heart softened and he replied: "No."

Wen Ying raised her head helplessly, installed her mobile phone, and poured water for Song Jingming in despair.

Just as Secretary Li arrived, Song Jingming threw away the quilt and said expressionlessly: "Let's go, I want to be discharged from the hospital. I don't want to stay here for a moment."

Secretary Li thought the two were unhappy and was trying to be a peacemaker.

But Wen Ying grabbed the conversation: "Okay, let's go now!"

After all, they are counting the time over there.

Seeing Wen Ying eager to leave, Song Jingming swallowed his anger and turned around sadly and left the ward. Could it be that Song Jingming is so bad? Are you so unable to keep up with the man named Lu?

The three of them entered the elevator and walked downstairs.

Lu Cheng was sitting in the car, looking at the chat records between the two and couldn't help laughing. There was a knock on the glass outside the window, and an overly flirtatious man's face without any flaws was pressed against the glass of his car.

"There's something wrong with you, Lin Zhisong, you scared me."

Opening the car door, Lin Zhisong's Porsche was inserted sideways. "I said, Lucheng, what are you doing in the hospital? How dare high-ranking officials like you come to such a high-end private hospital? Are you not afraid of being reported?"

Lin Zhisong was smoking a cigarette, and the smoke surrounded his wild and beautiful face, which was so beautiful that it seemed unreal. He was actually wearing a blue and white floral shirt over his smart black suit pants, with his chest tilted open to reveal the white T-shirt underneath. With this face, he looked bohemian, elegant and noble.

Lu Cheng rolled his eyes at him: "Look for someone."

Lin Zhisong threw the cigarette butts everywhere, leaned into Lu Cheng's face and asked, "Who are you looking for? Don't pretend, there's something wrong with you."

Lu Cheng blushed a little, but he said stubbornly: "What do you care about? If you have nothing to do, leave quickly and don't get so close to me. Your face looks so good that others think we are in love."

Lin Zhisong's appearance and personality completely deviate from his name. His name is like an educated scholar, his appearance is like a charming and beautiful male protagonist, and his personality is like a shameless gangster. The only thing he can do well is that he has an e-commerce industrial park of his own.

Back then, his father kicked him out of the capital as soon as he graduated from college, leaving him to find his own way and cutting off all his connections in the capital. At that time, Lu Cheng's father happened to be working in Hangzhou, so he came to Hangzhou to start his own business.

With his keen awareness of the Internet, he established the largest e-commerce industrial park in Hangzhou in just a few years.

Therefore, Lin Zhisong can be regarded as the wisest among the second generation ancestors in Beijing.

"Lin Zhisong, are you going to get out of here?" Lu Cheng scolded him and glanced at the exit of the inpatient department. He didn't want this naughty fox to scare the silly rabbit.

Lin Zhisong's narrow red eyes showed a smile: "Okay, I just have something to do and I'm leaving."

He got in the car but didn't start it, locked the door and just sat there.

Lu Cheng was about to kick the car when Wen Ying came out. Next to her was...Song Jingming?

Lu Cheng frowned. He had imagined that anyone could be Wen Ying's boyfriend, but he never thought about the second son of the Fu family. After all, the worlds of Song Jingming and Wen Ying were like two parallel lines, and there would be no possibility of them. intersection.

Lu Cheng didn't look good. He knew that if Song Jingming really wanted to deal with him, it would be too easy, just like crushing an ant.

However, the girl who was originally just beautiful and pitiful has now become beautiful, pitiful and very challenging.

Lu Cheng was even more excited to snatch someone away from Song Jingming.

Without any time to think, Lu Cheng returned to the gentle and dignified man. He smiled as Wen Ying approached. He didn't care at all about Song Jingming's gloomy eyes and said, "Are you done? I'll pick you up."

Wen Ying nodded: "Well, wait for me."

Song Jingming's heart was beating like broken glass, with countless sharp points piercing it every time it jumped. Then the pump strokes through every vein in his body.

Song Jingming glanced at the dazzling Audi license plate and walked forward expressionlessly.

Lin Zhisong got out of the car, walked up to him with his head tilted, frowning and looking surprised:

"Song Jingming, you are not being retaliated by your enemies of the President of the United States, are you? How come you were beaten like this? Damn it, this guy is awesome, he dares to attack you. I will give him a reward on New Year's Day this year To offer incense, we have no other intention, we just admire him as a man."

As a person in their circle, it is sad to say that it is sad. Because you were injured, others immediately thought that you were beaten by an enemy. Just like when they came home late from playing when they were children, their parents' first reaction was: they were kidnapped.

Song Jingming pursed his lips and brushed away Lin Zhisong's groping hand: "Get out."

Lin Zhisong not only did not let go, but instead gave Song Jingming a full body check, groping around and muttering: "Who the hell is this hero? Who did it? Have you found out? This is a waste of your arm. Uncle Chen is not allowed to chop it off directly." Cut off his limbs? Damn it, he must have been chopped off, right?"

Song Jingming glanced at Wen Ying and said, "It's not chopped. You're still living well. You can still make me angry."

Lin Zhisong let go of Song Jingming, and then he saw the silly rabbit wearing a cotton white skirt next to him.

Therefore, when Lin Zhisong recalled this scene later, he couldn't help but joke: "At that time, Wen Ying looked like a malnourished minor, with clear and stupid eyes. I really didn't expect that this grandson could fall into a trap." In the hands of silly rabbits.”

Lin Zhisong looked up and down, looked at Song Jingming, then at Wen Ying, took a step back, and hesitated: "This? Your child bride?"

Wen Ying's eyes widened and she hurriedly waved her hands.

Lu Cheng stepped forward, grabbed Wen Ying's shoulders, and pulled her away from Song Jingming: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, this is my girlfriend."

Lin Zhisong was completely stupid. He had never been so stupid before when he stayed up late thinking about planning the Double 11 event. His brain was completely cut off. He pointed at a few people and said:

"Your girlfriend? Is she Song Jingming's child bride?"

I don’t know how many people this sentence can offend at the same time. Song Jingming and Lu Cheng cursed at the same time, and both gave him a hard look. Lu Cheng glanced at Song Jingming, lowered his head and said softly to Wen Ying, "Are you done? Let's go and take you to dinner."

Song Jingming looked at Wen Ying's hand on his shoulder and felt more and more dazzled.

Wen Ying nodded and turned to say goodbye to Song Jingming: "Mr. Song, then we'll see you again."

She was ready to never see him again, so she looked greedily at Song Jingming's face in the sun, wanting to remember his current appearance forever. Song Jingming also looked back at her, his eyes deep and seemingly a little sad, unable to tell what he was thinking.

Time seemed to have stopped, but everyone could feel the strange feeling between the two people.

Lin Zhisong shut up at the right time, put his hands on his chest, and leaned on his car to study the three awkward people in front of him.