President Daddy is super strong

Song Qingyun office.

Mo yanjue pushes the door in, song Qingyun looks up a Leng, "does the ointment matter?"

Does that mean you are so free? Why do you run to me several times a day.

Mo yanjue sat in the sofa without saying a word, and then Yang Yilin, who was like a thief, pushed the door in with his back.

Song Qingyun turned his eyes to Yang Yilin, who was a little embarrassed. After two seconds, he still couldn't help it. He smiled very badly.

"Women fight?"

Yang Yilin nervously closes the door and turns to see him.

"What's so funny? Give me the medicine for my eyes. I want the best. I'll try to get rid of the swelling and remove the bruises in an hour. " At this time, what he cares about most is his handsome and pressing appearance. The others should be aired first.

Song Qingyun smiled and pushed his glasses. "Then I can't help it."

“why？” Yang Yilin was so anxious that he began to speak English.

"According to your current injury, it will take at least a week to recover. You let me solve it in an hour. I'm afraid the woman has been working for more than an hour." Song Qingyun continues to be busy with his work. When he mentions a woman, he raises his eyelids and looks at him.

He was stabbed by song Qingyun. Yang Yilin was angry and started shouting, "don't let me run into that dead woman again. Once I hit her, I will kill her!"

Song Qingyun smiled again. "It's not your style to be so rude to women?"

"Oh, woman? She deserves it, at most a woman! "

This song Qingyun probably understood that he was hit by a violent woman.

However, a playful young man like him really let this kind of woman cure him. Otherwise, all girls in Cloud City would be harmed by this guy.

"Don't talk nonsense. Please help me to have a look. It hurts!" Squinting his eyes, he looked at Mo yanjue, who was sitting in the sofa without saying a word, and then sat down on the chair.

Song Qingyun put down his work, called the fixed line on the desk, and asked the nurse to send in some ointment and oral medicine to relieve swelling and pain.

As soon as Yang Yilin heard that the nurse was going to come in, he immediately turned around and tried not to let the people who would come in later see him.

Song Qingyun's smile deepened when he made his mouth laugh. "You, you, why should you have known this day?"

"How can I think that woman has practiced so hard!" He also felt justified, and raised his head to explain to song Qingyun.

As a result, the office door was opened.

The nurse's gentle voice came in, "doctor song, the ointment you want."

Hearing this, Yang Yilin quickly turned around and held out a hand to block his face.

"Well, give it to me. It's a pity!" Song Qingyun glances at Yang Yilin with helplessness in his eyes. He goes to pick up the medicine from the nurse and says thank you with a smile.

"You're welcome!"

The little nurse finished saying and looked at Yang Yilin's back specially.

I thought to myself, why is Yang Shao so abnormal today? Every time she comes to deliver the medicine, he will not let her go without teasing her. What's the matter today?

With this doubt, the little nurse walked out slowly.

Hearing that the door of the office was closed, Yang Yilin, who was evasive, slowly turned around and took a long sigh of relief, "Oh, my God, I'm finally leaving."

Song Qingyun looked at him helplessly. "When do you care about your face?"

"Brother, I eat by face, don't you care?"

"It depends on whether you can survive tonight!" The cold Buddha in the sofa finally opened his mouth.

Yang Yilin takes a breath of cool air after listening.

Shit! Let that dead woman do it, he forgot everything!