Jin Shao is my white moonlight

Chapter 779 Faintly Produced an Illusion

This cabinet was specially set up by Song Qingfeng to store some spare clothes.

Lord took a coat casually, gritted his teeth and put it on his body with pain. Then he held the phone and walked out of the villa door.

He called and quickly picked another person, packed up and drove away in the car.

As for Song Qingfeng, who was standing in the corridor, his eyes were fixed on the closed door in front of him.

Although it was only a short distance away, Bai Mengmeng's serious injury gave him a faint illusion.

Song Qingfeng leaned his back against the wall behind him, his erect body suddenly gradually relaxed, and he shrugged his shoulders, as if he had lost all his strength.

He absolutely can't let Bai Mengmeng leave by his side again!
Song Qingfeng clenched his fingers tightly, and his knuckles were protruding because of too much force. He suddenly remembered that he still had something to do, so he reached out and took out the phone. He glanced at the screen, but didn't look for it in the contacts, but He closed his eyes and directly entered a string of numbers.

The phone was quickly connected, and a deep male voice came, "Hello? Mr. Song?" The other party was startled, as if he had confirmed Song Qingfeng's phone number, and his tone became a little obsequious.

Seeing that Song Qingfeng didn't speak, the man started talking to himself again: "It's been a long time, Mr. Song, are you calling...?"

Listening to his words, Song Qingfeng couldn't help frowning, and tightened his grip on the phone. He pursed his lips, and his voice was as deep as usual. "Director Qian, I need your help with something." Although he was begging for help, his attitude did not show the slightest look of begging for help.

Director Qian on the other end of the phone was a little upset, but due to Song Qingfeng's power and influence, he had no choice but to bear it. Instead, he asked Song Qingfeng with a smile, "Oh, what's the matter, Mr. Song beat you on purpose?" Call! Tell me, what matter, as long as I, Qian, can do it, I will take care of it for you." He spoke very positively, with the air that he was afraid that you would not speak.

"Director Qian, please help me make a data." Song Qingfeng didn't refuse when he heard the words, and made a very direct request.

When Director Qian heard this, he immediately fell silent. Although he had planned for Song Qingfeng to ask him for help, it would definitely not be an easy matter, but he never thought that he would let him do data.His brows were wrinkled, and the hand holding the phone even felt a little hot.

As the director of the Municipal DNA Identification Center, how could he not understand what Song Qingfeng meant by the data?

I haven't heard Director Qian's answer for a long time, which made Song Qingfeng, who always likes to make quick decisions, a little annoyed. Normally, when Director Qian wanted to get sponsorship, he would beg with a shy face, but now that he really needs his help, it is This look of hesitation.He frowned, and said, "Could it be that my friendship with Director Qian is not enough for Director Qian to do this little favor?"

Song Qingfeng deliberately emphasized the word "Little Busy", and slightly put pressure on Director Qian. Many of the branch projects of the DNA Identification Center were invested and sponsored by his Song Group, and he did not know how many benefits they had given him, both overtly and covertly, which made him Director Qian's prominent prestige today.

Hearing Song Qingfeng's words, Director Qian quickly came to his senses. It's not like he hasn't done other secret things, even this data.

(End of this chapter)