President Daddy is super strong

With a sound of Grandpa, the door of mahogany carved house was pushed open by Mo yanjue.

On the same big bed carved with mahogany, the old man's face was painful, and his mouth kept humming "ouch, ouch".

In front of the bed, song Qingyun, wearing a white gown, was listening to the old man's heart with a stethoscope.

Listen to Mo yanjue open the door, the heart is also a fierce contraction.

Just after an operation, he was called by the old man on the phone, and his clothes didn't change.

In order to cooperate with the old man to pretend to be ill, he forces Lao Mo to meet tomorrow.

He didn't dare to refuse even if he didn't want to.

At this time, the back has already climbed a thin layer of sweat, the expression is more uneasy.

Having known Lao Mo for so many years, he knows Lao Mo's fierce temper. If he finds out about it, can he and Yang Yilin have good fruit?

Even in front of the old man and the Yang family, it doesn't happen, but it doesn't mean that they don't get back to settle accounts.

The more I think about it, the more anxious I think about it... How about my grandfather

When Mo yanjue stepped forward to ask about the situation of the old man, song Qingyun shook his hand slightly holding the stethoscope.

"Hmmm..." the words that he thought about the old man even threatened with warning, his heart was shaking again, so he had to try to keep calm, pretend to be deep at random, and shake his head.

"Wait for me outside. I'll go out and tell you."

Long eyebrows and raised ground to tighten, black eyes toward the person on the bed a deep look, then the complexion of iron green walked out of the room, and closed the door.

The moment the door closed.

The man who was lying in bed humming opened his eyes immediately and directed at givemefive, song Qingyun.

Song Qingyun's face is full of black lines. It's a pity that the old man doesn't play.

Reluctantly put out his hand and hit the old man. He looked more uneasy. I don't know how to face his good brother later.

The old man felt uneasy at his expression. "Whoosh," he sat up and said sternly, "do you remember what I told you? Don't mess it up, or I'll just ask you! "

Song Qingyun helps the forehead. What should he do?

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Song Qingyun tried to calm his mood and walked out of the old man's room.

At the corner of the corridor, standing tall and straight, smoking, the strong look was covered by light smoke, giving people an unreal feeling.

Song Qingyun looks flustered and his heart is even more empty.

"Appeased?" There was a certain certainty in the faint voice, as if he had known it was a play specially played for him.

"You know that?"

Listening to his tone, song Qingyun knows that he doesn't need to install any more, which makes him feel relieved.

Mo yanjue's face remained unchanged, and he patted his shoulder lightly for fear of song Qingyun. "Fortunately, I have suffered a lot, but I still need to let you come to play in my busy schedule."

Song Qingyun's face turned white when he joked, "I'll leave first. I'll call again if I have something to do. Besides, the old man's blood pressure is really a little high. Don't worry."

Mo yanjue wrung out his cigarette end and let go of the hand that had fallen on Song Qingyun's shoulder. "I know."

Just take two steps, and then stop, turn around, look the same, "your life events should also grasp."

Song Qingyun's face became embarrassed and coughed softly: "if you have time to worry about me, it's better to think about how to pass the pass of the old man"