Wealthy and hot wife: stunning husband does not love enough

Chapter 907 Is it okay for me to pretend to be a man?
"What a traitor..." Han Ting couldn't help muttering, then raised his head to meet Song Siqiao's half-smile gaze, and immediately straightened his face seriously, "What are you looking at? Now we can talk."

"Actually, this is very normal. It's human nature to forget friends when you see sex. Dr. Han, it seems that your assistant is well-informed by you?"

Han Ting was choked speechless, and reached out to pat the table: "Are you here to see a doctor? Why don't you just go out, don't waste my time, time is money, you know?"

Song Siqiao rested her chin with one hand, with a sly gleam in her eyes: "Doctor Han, how can I cure my heart disease?"

Han Ting was taken aback, then coughed: "I think you may have made a mistake. This is a private clinic, not a psychological consultation room. You'd better leave as soon as possible."

Then he opened his mouth to call the next one.

Song Siqiao hurriedly shouted: "Wait!"

Han Ting turned his head: "What else do you ask for advice?"

Song Siqiao glared at him, picked up the teapot next to her and poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and then resumed her female voice: "Okay, I won't be joking with you, I'm here today to inquire about something important."

The moment he heard her voice, the pen in Han Ting's hand was frightened. He widened his eyes and stared at her like a monster: "You, you..."

Damn, isn't that Song Siqiao's voice?

Is he...

Han Ting's gaze moved down involuntarily, and Song Siqiao reached out to pat him when he noticed it: "Where are you looking? Believe it or not, I'll blow your eyeballs off?"

"Are you really Song Siqiao?" Han Ting was in disbelief, "But you...how did you become a man?"

Before she could answer, he suddenly thought of a possibility, and immediately became even more terrified: "You... You must have undergone sex reassignment surgery, right? How can you embarrass Ming Han like this?"

"Uncle you! Why is your IQ as low as Bian Weiwei's?" Song Siqiao said as she reached out and pulled off the wig on her head, "Is it okay for me to pretend to be a man? What kind of eyes do you have?"

Only then did Han Ting breathe a sigh of relief: "What are you doing disguised as a man? By the way, isn't it rumored that you fell into the sea and died? When did you come back?"

After saying that, he felt that the temperature around him suddenly dropped. Han Ting raised his eyes to meet Song Siqiao's dangerous gaze, and quickly corrected him: "I mean that if you survive a catastrophe, you will have good fortune. Didn't you just say that you have something important to ask me about?" Speak up, I promise I will tell you everything.”

As expected, Song Siqiao's attention was diverted, and her expression became serious: "I heard that you have a distant cousin who is a soldier in the prison of Shanghai?"

Han Ting was stunned: "There is such a thing, why do you ask this?"

Song Siqiao struggled for a moment, and finally made up her mind: "You should know that my father is still locked up there, so I want to ask you, my cousin, to find out about his situation."

"Why, do you want to rob prison again?" Han Ting's expression was indescribable.

The corners of Song Siqiao's mouth twitched: "You think too much, you just inquire about the situation, there is no other meaning."

"That's not okay? What kind of place is the prison in the capital city? Any trivial matter is a military secret. How can you tell others casually? This would be a serious crime against the nine clans in ancient times. Auntie, please forgive me!" Han Ting looked at her pleadingly.

Song Siqiao couldn't help curling her lips: "Look at how timid you are! I just asked about it, and I didn't let you go to jail."

(End of this chapter)