After exposing the vest, she became a god overnight

Xiang Wenxing obeyed and got into the car, "Brother Yan, the gunshot wound on your body should at least rest for a week."

"If you don't want to drive, let Lao Qi come." Shi Yan's tone was impatient.

Xiang Wenxing didn't dare to say any more, and resigned himself to starting the car to catch up with the car Song Jing took.

The car drove forward for more than half an hour, and the roads on both sides became more and more familiar, Shi Yan frowned slightly.

Xiang Wenxing said, "Brother Yan, is this the way to the old house?"

Passing this road, there is only Shi's old house and no other buildings.

Song Jing would not come to Shi's old house for no reason, Shi Yan's eyes were dark and cold.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed, and the answer was answered quickly. It was the old butler's voice, "Master."

"Give the phone to the old man."

The old butler passed the phone to the side, "Master, the young master's phone number."

When the old man answered the phone, he snorted, "What's the matter, I haven't seen anyone yet, and you have already received the news?"

Sure enough, the old man invited Song Jing.

Shi Yan's voice was deep and deep, "What are you looking for her for?"

"Why are you so nervous?" The old man was not angry, "She is so big, maybe an old man like me can still eat her, I think it scares you."

"I said before, don't bother her." Shi Yan frowned, and there was more irritability between his cold brows, "And it's impossible for me to talk to her."

The old man paused, "What do you mean that there is no possibility between you and Dr. Song? Brat, don't you just want to change your mind and fall in love with another woman so soon?"

"Do you think it's possible?" If he could really fall in love with other women so easily, he wouldn't have lived for 26 years and bumped into Song Jing.

Shi Yan lowered his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's Dr. Song who doesn't like me."

"Then Dr. Song's criteria for choosing a mate are quite normal." Mr. Shi snorted coldly, and a servant came over and whispered, "Mr. Song, Dr. Song is here."

When the old man raised his head, he motioned for the old housekeeper to invite people in, "I won't tell you! Anyway, I didn't expect you to give me a great-grandson to make me happy. Then you will be alone forever. "

"..." At this moment, Shi Yan wondered if he was picked up by his parents, and he was not the old man's grandson at all.How can a grandpa curse his grandson to be lonely for a lifetime.

Song Jing was personally welcomed into the tea room of the main house by the old housekeeper. At this time, lunch was over and dinner was too early, so he could only have afternoon tea.

"Doctor Song, please." The old butler stopped outside the door and raised the bamboo curtain.

"Thank you." Song Jing thanked politely, and carried the little wolf cub into the tea room.

The style of the tea room is also ancient. The first thing that catches the eye is a screen painted in ink. Song Jing glanced at the inscription, which was painted by Grandpa Han.

She turned around the screen and went in. There were small round cushions inside, and the sliding doors on one side were all opened, facing the garden outside. At this time in late spring and early summer, many flowers in the yard were already blooming very well.

"Doctor Song, sit down." Mr. Shi personally picked up the teapot and poured Song Jing a cup of tea.

"Thank you." Song Jing sat down and took a sip of tea.

Tea scraping oil, she didn't eat breakfast or lunch, and she was hungry at the moment, so she didn't really want to drink it.

"I heard that Dr. Song's vision seems to be very high, even my grandson doesn't like it." Mr. Shi's tone was calm, but as soon as the words came out, the atmosphere in the tea room suddenly changed, and the extremely oppressive air pressure instantly pressed against Song Jing. .

The head of the Shi family is not a real kind old man.

If it were someone else, they might not be paralyzed by fright at this moment, but they might also break out in a cold sweat, but Song Jing's expression didn't change, he was still indifferent. If you look carefully, you can find that the end of her beautiful eyes is still pressed by Leng Xie. Patiently, "When will the old man be free to start doing skin-lifting?"

"I can't help it." The old man Shi was not angry, took a sip of tea and put down the teacup, "Who told my grandson not to live up to himself, so I can only ask Dr. Song myself. I don't know if Dr. Song is looking down on me I'll ask him to change something about the grandson."

Song Jing grabbed the little wolf cub who was next to him and raised his paws to lie down on the small table, ready to get up, "Mr. Shi, if your body is fine, I'll leave first."

"A billion."

Song Jing got up.

"50 billion."

Song Jing hugged the little wolf cub and raised the bamboo curtain with his bag on his back.

"100 billion." The old man continued to increase the price, "Doctor Song, 100 billion, how about I buy you to have a relationship with my grandson? Is the price right? If you think the price is not right, you can make a price yourself. As much as you want."

Song Jing was speechless.

In other wealthy families, the elders of the family give money to let the women leave the men, so don't even think about flying on the branches and turning into phoenixes.

When the time came, the old man would be fine here, and he would directly offer her 100 billion, just to let her fall in love with Shi Yan.

At this price, if Mr. Fan Shi had offered it a month ago, Song Jing might have readily agreed to sign a love contract and earn him 100 billion.

Only now, she can't earn the 100 billion.

Song Jing lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and walked out.

"Song girl." The old man suddenly changed his address, and Song Jing's footsteps stopped.

"Song girl, you are a doctor, how long do you think I can live at this age?"

Mr. Shi is turning eighty this year. When Song Jing detoxified and treated him earlier, he had already discovered that Mr. Shi's body has been worn down over the years and he is not very healthy. Even if he takes good care of him in the future, he will live a long life. Basically impossible.

"Ah Yan has no one else in his eyes. After I die, he will be alone for the rest of his life." The old man Shi sighed deeply, "I don't know if there is something wrong with him, anyway, no one can get into his eyes. Anyone seems to be able to kill people, saying that many people like him, but in fact those people are afraid of him."

"Girl Song, among other things, he must have a lot of money. He likes you now, if not, you can pretend to be in love with him, just pull a marriage certificate, and when his relationship fades, you can cheat him away by divorcing him Half of the family property is not a bad deal no matter what."

"How is it? You won't lose money if you invest in shares."

Song Jing clenched his hand holding the shoulder strap of the bag, "Master Shi, this price is not bad, there must be many people who are willing to make this money, so you can work harder to find another woman for Master Shi."

"Old man, the young master is back."

The old butler hadn't finished speaking when Shi Yan strode in.

He was tall and long-legged, and he walked from the other side of the corridor to the door of the tea room within a few steps.

Song Jing was standing at the door of the tea room with the little wolf cub in his arms, his eyes were indifferent, and there seemed to be other emotions on his pretty face, but the moment he saw Shi Yan appearing, he had already restrained himself, and returned to his usual cold and loose.

When Shi Yan passed by Song Jing's side, he didn't stop at all, as if he didn't see her at all, he opened the bamboo curtain and entered the tea room without looking sideways.

Song Jing frowned invisibly, clutching the shoulder strap of the backpack tightly, and left with his mouth pursed.

Standing behind the bamboo curtain, Shi Yan heard her footsteps leaving, turned her head and looked at Old Master Shi coldly, "What are you scaring her for?" The way the little girl pursed her lips just now clearly meant that she was wronged and wanted to cry look.

"Yo, didn't you pretend you didn't know her when you entered the door, then you don't care if I frightened her." Mr. Shi sneered.

"I told you before, you don't want to trouble her."

"What's the matter? If I make trouble for Miss Song, will you turn against me?" The old man snorted coldly, "So capable, why don't you dare to chase her back? I think Miss Song didn't drink tea just now, and my stomach He also grunted, probably didn't eat lunch yet."

It's already past four o'clock in the afternoon, and she hasn't had lunch yet?

Shi Yan frowned, turned around and left the tea room.

"I heard you were shot. What happened?"

"Can't die."

Shi Yan told the old housekeeper, "Find a reason to keep Song Jing, ask the kitchen to prepare meals, and deliver them to her. Wait, she likes the meals cooked by Chef Wuxinju, so let someone come over to cook."

"Yes." The old housekeeper agreed, and went after Song Jing first.

"Doctor Song, please stop." The old housekeeper smiled and stepped forward, "Please make this trip, I asked the kitchen to prepare the meals, you can eat before you go. It just so happens that I also have some advice on how to provide food supplements to the old man in the future." I want to ask Dr. Song about the problem, and please don't think I'm too troublesome."

"Nothing."

The old butler smiled, "Then Doctor Song please."

Song Jing followed to the dining room, and after waiting for a while, the food came to the table one after another.

The old rules are all meat dishes.

Song Jing picked up a piece of ribs, took a bite, and tightened his hands holding the chopsticks.

This taste... is the chef who has no intention of living.

It is impossible for the chef of Wuxinju to stay in Shi's old house all the time just to cook such a meal for her.

It turned out that it wasn't the old housekeeper who wanted to keep her for dinner, but that someone might know that she didn't eat, so he deliberately found a reason for her to stay for dinner.

Knowing that she likes Chef Wuxinju's cooking skills, she even brought the chef over.

Just to make such a meal.

Song Jing slowly swallowed the meat in his mouth, without showing much change on his face, but the emotions in his chest were surging violently.