Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

In Mr. Song's ward, the nurse went out after changing.

Linzhi sat on the chair beside the old man's bed, with an apple in his hand.

Song Qinbei stood aside. The doctor just talked about the old man's condition. His heart attack nearly killed him.

He tightly pursed his thin lips. The doctor said that the old man is old, and the risk of surgery is too great. The best way is to keep him. As long as he keeps his mood comfortable and not stimulated, he is expected to live for a hundred years.

"Please let me know if there's anything wrong with Grandpa." What song Qinbei said was to Linzhi.

Linzhi peeled the apple and drooped his eyelids.

"Your grandfather doesn't want to disturb you when he's sick, but this time..."

Lin Zhi's desire for words stops.

Lying on the bed, the old man looked up at Song Qinbei and Qin Shuang, who was concerned about him.

"If you want me to live longer, you will marry Qin Shuang!"

Mr. Song's words brightened Qin Shuang's eyes, and he took a shy look at the north of Song Dynasty.

"Grandfather, it's not until you get well." Song Qinbei's voice is rarely soft.

"Hum!" The old man of song snorted coldly, looking at the eyes of song Qinbei with the smell of examination, "you think I don't know what idea you have in your stomach, anyway, that Tang Xin can't do it. Shuang Shuang, she likes you so long, you don't even give a name to a girl?"

"If you don't marry Qin Shuang, don't be a member of my song family!" The words of the old man of song are loud and clear.

The atmosphere in the ward was treacherous for a moment. Song Qinbei was calm and didn't speak. Qin Shuang didn't expect that song Qinbei disobeyed the old man and didn't vomit.

The expression on his face suddenly became sad and innocent again.

Song Qinbei didn't say anything. He might have been able to contradict him a few times, but now he's lying in the hospital, so he can't let him get worse.

Linzhi cut the apple, cut it into small pieces and put it on the plate to feed the old man.

The old man snorted coldly and turned his head. "Look at your good son. Is he worthy of the Qin family?"

"Qinbei." Lin Zhi turned to look at Song Qinbei and Qin Shuang, "you and Shuang Shuang have always had a good relationship. My mother has always liked Qin Shuang and treated her as a daughter-in-law. It's just a wedding. Just listen to your grandfather."

"There's no hurry, Ma." Song Qinbei frowned.

"It's not urgent. When is it urgent? How old are you?" Lin Zhi's eyes were weeping. "Look at your grandfather. He is in critical condition now. The doctor said that he should keep a good mood, otherwise his life will be in danger at any time."

Looking at Song Qinbei standing there without saying a word, he raised his hand angrily and swept the apple plate to the ground.

Too much force, he covered his chest, breathing quickly, it seems to be sick again.

"Dad

"Grandfather!"

Doctors and nurses swarmed into the room. Song Qinbei and Qin Shuang stood waiting.

Qin Shuang stands behind song Qinbei, and a trace of evil flashed at the bottom of her eyes. This is the case. Song Qinbei is not willing to hold a wedding with her!

It must be because of that bitch Tang Xin, because she hesitated in Song Qinbei!

After some first aid, master song stabilized again.

The doctor took a look at Song Qinbei. Even though he knew who the man was, he could not help but speak out of professional ethics.

"Mr. Song, I have already told you that patients should not be stimulated."