This guy can occasionally become literary, but it can be corrected soon and nothing big happens.

After Director Miao's affairs, he went to Haicheng for a walk and had a 24-hour operation. After returning, he was not depressed and pessimistic.

It’s just such a rough man who only knows how to work! Su Yun complained a few words in his heart.

"At that time, under the starry sky, I felt the vastness of the universe. Compared with the universe, the Milky Way was very small. Compared with the Milky Way, the Earth was not worth mentioning. And we would feel the joy of the earth's changes, which was even more worth mentioning."

"What happened later?" Su Yun continued to ask.

"Uncle Ning said he hopes Yiren grows up happily and grows older."

"Isn't that good?" Su Yun was surprised.

"But later I thought, I had to go to work, see a doctor, have surgery, treat and save people. Take the time to sleep, why are you doing this light?" Zheng Ren smiled.

"..." Su Yun almost sprayed out a sip of wine.

This guy has no romantic cells in his body, and he guessed it right.

"Boss Zheng, what you are talking about." Qin Tang maintained an elegant manner, nodded slightly, and said, "Our small individuals are for the whole..."

"Qin Tang, don't be nonsense, he just complained." Su Yun laughed, "I asked him to do scientific research, but I couldn't hear the sound of the emergency department's gearbox. It's only one week, but it's really one week. I'm Sun Thief! This guy ran to the emergency department."

"..." Qin Tang really didn't understand why his assistant broke the boss's stand like this.

At this time, shouldn’t you be echoing yourself and saying a few words that suit the situation, and enjoying yourself and deepening your understanding of each other?

But seeing the smile on the corner of Boss Zheng Ren and Zheng's mouth, Qin Tang felt that these two people were wonderful people.

As for the strong man, he was full of murderous aura, even if he tried his best to be gentle, Qin Tang could still easily sense it.

These people are very interesting. I hope they are as capable as they can extend their life for several years for their grandfather.

Qin Tang looked at the three people in the car and thought silently.

...

...

Xiangjiang, Qin's house in the middle of the mountain.

Song Moqian was wearing a loose black long suit with a bulge of a belly, and it seemed that he was pregnant. He should be 34-35 weeks.

But she seemed to be very weak and breathing rapidly. Even if she walked slowly, she still showed signs of exhaustion.

"Master Song, please take a break?" The old housekeeper of the Qin family was very polite to Song Moqi. Although the age difference was at least 40 years, he still upholds the etiquette of the subordinates.

The head of the Song family in each generation is respected as the Song Master.

Although Song Moqian was not old and still a woman, he did not take his husband's surname after getting married, and was still the third generation of Song Master.

This is inheritance.

"You are polite." Song Moqian tried to take a few breaths and said, "There are a few steps left. Let's talk about it after reading it. Mr. Qin is anxious, but this matter cannot be delayed."

When she heard about Mr. Qin, the old housekeeper stopped talking and looked worried.

After walking for another quarter of an hour, the old butler took Song Moqian and a female disciple behind her back to the mansion.

"Sir Song, do you think there is any problem?"

"From the perspective of Feng Shui, there is no problem at all." Song Moqian was also confused. "The few small measures that my father set for Mr. Qin in the past have not changed at all. It is not a matter of Feng Shui to store wind and gather qi, and the qi and veins have not changed."

There is nothing I can do about this, the old housekeeper felt desperate.

"I'll give Mr. Qin a divination. Perhaps this disaster is present in his fate. After the disaster, the clouds will clear and the sun will disperse, and it may be possible to continue the fortune for another ten years." Song Mo's coughed a few times, his voice was hoarse, and his signs of airway spasm were extremely obvious.

Pregnancy seems to be a very heavy burden for her, and it becomes difficult for her to breathe.

Perhaps it was because of the excessive activity, or perhaps it was because of lack of oxygen. Song Mo's hands suddenly had several red spots on his hands, the size of a copper coin and the color was bright.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the old housekeeper immediately said, "Master Song, it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter." Song Mo slowly closed his eyes and breathed hard.

It seemed that even normal breathing became extremely luxurious. At the same time, the red spots on her hands became more and more obvious, and even slightly bulged, as if several copper coins were about to emerge from her body.

"Master." The female disciple behind Song Moqian called softly.

Song Mo shook his head, and finally gritted his teeth and held on.

The living room of the mansion was extremely empty. At this time, the night was late, and only Song Mo's heavy breathing sounded in the living room.

The sound was not even, as if her airway had turned seventeen or eighteen times, and something strange was about to break out of her body.

The old housekeeper was a little worried, but hesitated for a moment, and his hands, like old roots of a dead tree, shook slightly, but did not move.

After more than ten minutes, Song Mo's erectile dysfunction gradually healed.

His breathing was smooth and his whole body recovered quickly, as if the strangeness in her body was suppressed.

"Master Song, I didn't expect your illness to be so serious." The old butler sighed.

"If it weren't for the health of the disease, I would have come to Mr. Qin long ago." Song Moqin sighed and said softly.

After that time, her condition improved a little, at least the symptoms of airway spasm were relieved a lot, and the red mark on the copper coins on her hand was also lighter.

"There is nothing to do. Please help from Master Song no matter what." The old butler stood up tremblingly and bowed deeply.

Song Moqian did not hide, and he was kind, as if all this was supposed to be.

Then, Song Moyu raised his hand, and the disciple behind her took out a box that was as simple as the table, solemnly put it on the table, and then stepped out.

The empty living room is becoming more and more empty.

"The greedy ones use broad-mindedness as a blessing, while the greedy ones use difficult to enter as a consolidation. My father was divining that year, and he calculated that I had a disaster recently, so he explained it to resolve the disaster and dispersal." Song Moqi sighed and stretched out his hand.

The red spots like copper coins on her hand faded slightly, and her hands were still trembling.

...

After about one stick of incense, Song Mo's hands trembled more and more violently, but she just looked at the few saints Song Tongbao on the table, let out a long sigh, and said, "It is natural for the old man to turn bad luck into good luck."

After hearing what Song Mo said, the old housekeeper's tense body relaxed for a moment. In an instant, he got much older.

"It's just that the hexagram is actually vaguely related to me, how strange."

"Master Song, you have already discovered life, death, and illness, and there are already..."

Song Moye waved his hand and said, "Go to the hospital, I want to guard Mr. Qin."

"You?" the old butler was stunned, "Your body?"

"No obstacle." Song Mo said: "Who can find out life and death. This matter is of great importance and should not be ignored."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now." The old butler immediately said obediently.

Song Moqian looked at the Saint Song Tongbao on the table, hesitated slightly, and kept counting his hands that had been hiding in his left sleeve.
Chapter completed!