The school bully is a small waist

The cold melting feeling in the opponent's hand caused Song Yu to open his eyes in a daze, and looked at Qin Shi with half-closed eyes in doubt, with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

Qin Shi rogue imitated the doctor's appearance and asked, "Is there any pain?"

Song Yu frowned, and replied indifferently: "You are not a doctor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the female doctor pressed his lower abdomen hard, and asked blankly, "Does it hurt here?"

Song Yu frowned, and answered honestly in a low voice: "A little bit."

The other party quickly recorded it, then switched to the other side, and pressed: "What about here?"

Song Yu shook his head and replied, "It doesn't hurt here."

The other party helped to click other places, checked carefully and made sure, and then recorded it completely.

The instruments he brought were not idle either, and they checked Song Yu's whole body next to each other, and finally the doctor said to Qin Shi who called this time.

"Mr. Qin, we have checked carefully. This gentleman only has some skin trauma. We have already dealt with it properly. Some medicines for external application and internal administration have been prescribed. Other physical problems are fine, except that people are a little malnourished. Pay attention to nourishing your body, young people, the body is the most important."

It was rare for Qin Shi to lose that unruly look, and he said patiently: "Okay, I've reconciled with the Dao, and I'm in trouble."

After answering the doctor's words, Qin Shi raised his eyes to look at Song Yu, and took a closer look at the other person's figure. Song Yu was indeed a little too thin.

Qin Shisha nodded seriously: "We know, such a doctor will pay more attention in the future."

Song Yu stood where he was, and couldn't accept it for a while. Why did they suddenly become us?

Qin Shi pretended to be the male owner of the yard, and sent the doctor away kindly. Song Yu asked behind him, "How much? I'll pay you."

Qin Shi put his hands in his pockets, raised his eyebrows and continued: "Where do you need money to treat a beauty? Doesn't it make me appear ungentlemanly? Also, that hospital is originally my family's property. If you ask me how much money I will pay?" I really don’t know, I went to see them before and never gave them any money.”

Song Yu held his forehead, well, how could he have forgotten that this person in front of him is a standard rich second-generation prodigal son.

The boss of the Qin family is also a doting spokesperson.

Now that the other party has said this, Song Yu has no reason to continue talking.

For the second time this evening, he corrected his expression again, and said to Qin Shi very solemnly: "Thank you for today's matter."

It has to be said that through today's events, he has indeed changed his view of Qin Shi.

Although the handsome and elegant man in front of him is playful and lustful by nature, he also has his own bottom line.

I played word games with him before, framed him to sign the contract, and he didn't take any retaliatory measures. Seeing his accident today, he was willing to lend a helping hand to help him.

Song Yu took a complicated look at Qin Shi, and finally believed that he was really good-natured.

When Song Yu was saying all kinds of good things to Qin Shi in his mind, Qin Shi didn't know where he poured out—warm boiled water, and spread out his palms and handed it to Song Yu. It was a few anti-inflammatory medicines.

"Take the medicine first, it's getting late, I should go back after you take the medicine."

A look of emotion flashed across Song Yu's eyes. Qin Shigang proposed to come to his house for a sit-down. In fact, he was worried about his wound, so he specially asked the doctor to show him, right?

From childhood to adulthood, he grew up with his grandfather. His parents passed away early, and his grandfather was old, so he didn't have much energy to take care of him. Therefore, Song Yu's concern for others was particularly beneficial.

"Thank you for your help today," Song Yu offered, "When do you have time? Can I treat you to a meal?"

Qin Shi was taken aback for a moment, obviously a little flattered.

Then he suppressed a smile that he couldn't hide, and said softly: "If Director Song makes an appointment, I have time anytime."

How could he have forgotten that the other party was originally a rich second generation who did not do business properly.

"That's good," Song Yu quickly concluded, "Tomorrow night, the Youhai restaurant in the city center."

He quickly selected the best restaurant within his financial range.

Qin Shi nodded and agreed: "Okay, see you tomorrow." Seeing Song Yu take the medicine obediently, he waved his hand: "I'll go back first."

Song Yu got up and sent him to the door, and replied reservedly: "See you tomorrow."

Then he watched Qin Shi drive away in his flamboyant Rolls Royce.

Actually, people are pretty good.

It's lustful.

Song Yu touched the scar on his forehead, feeling a little complicated.

This face is really too troublesome. His eyes flickered, and he hesitated as he looked at the externally applied medicine prescribed by the doctor.

The nanny had gone home a long time ago. Song Yu opened the door and went to see how his grandfather was doing. Grandpa was half paralyzed on the bed. When he opened the door, the smell of medicine in grandpa's room became stronger.

The old man slept like a dead man. Years of illnesses had tortured him so badly that he was so thin that he was only skin and bones. It was rare for him to be awake for a few hours all day long. Song Yu had been awake for several days. Talked to grandpa.

He thought, Grandpa's current state, no matter how well he takes care of him, according to the doctor, it will be difficult for him to survive this year.

Maybe soon, he will be a child without relatives.

Song Yu went back to his bedroom with mixed feelings, and didn't sleep well all night. The next day, he went to work with a bandage on his head.

What Song Yu didn't expect was that just after he opened the door, Qin Shi outside the door changed into a low-key Lincoln, lowered the window, and honked the horn at him, with a bright and sunny smile on his face, carrying the noble air of a son-in-law.

"Director Song, get in the car and take you to the company."

Song Yu had a flash of doubt: "Why are you here?"

Qin Shi rested one hand lazily on the car window, wearing a luxurious watch on his wrist, his hair was slightly pulled back, and said something frivolously with an elegant tone.

"Of course it's to send the beautiful Director Song to work. I woke up early on purpose today, and I've been waiting for you for almost half an hour. Director Song won't be ungrateful, will he?"

Song Yu went to work at nine o'clock, but it would take him two hours to go to work by car, even if Qin Shi drove him, it would take more than an hour.

This means that Qin Shi probably got up before dawn, and then drove over.

Song Yu's face felt a little loose, he clenched his fist and got into Qin Shi's car.

Qin Shi's eyes were sleepy, but the moment he looked at Song Yu, his eyes were bright.

Song Yu asked as he got into the car, "Why did you come here to take me to work?"

Qin Shi made an excuse for himself: "I just happened to have something to go to your company, and I will pick you up by the way."

I was afraid that something would happen to Song Yu on the road. According to what he said yesterday, there should be many people offended.

Song Yu fastened the belt of Master An, and said in a low voice: "Thank you."

Qin Shi opened the accelerator, raised the corners of his mouth, and said happily: "Hurry up, we're leaving."

When he arrived at the downstairs of the company, Qin Shi didn't intend to get off the car and go upstairs, so it can be seen that what he just said was meant to frame Song Yu.

Song Yu bit the corner of his lips, hesitated for a while, and still slowly took out a box of small biscuits from his arms, and handed them to Qin Shi's arms.

"This is a small biscuit I made at home when I have nothing to do. I usually use it to pad my stomach. You probably haven't eaten breakfast yet. Eat some pads first, and then go have breakfast."

I ate it at home, and Qin Shi came so early, so he must not have eaten it yet.

Qin Shigang was stuffed with a box of small biscuits, but he was a little surprised, and then he heard that Song Yu sat on it with his own hands, so he was full of joy, and he held the biscuits in his arms like a baby.

"Director Song, don't worry, I will eat all of what you cook."

Perhaps it was because the other party's eyes were too bright, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was too intoxicating, Song Yu fled in the end, leaving only a embarrassed sentence: "I'm going to work."

Song Yu came to the company, and when he clocked in, there were not many people in the company.

He made himself a black coffee and sat down in his seat.

People came one after another, and the door of the office was pushed open several times. Usually, five small leaders share one office. There are two such office treasures, and the boss has a separate one.

Everyone looked at the scars on his face with surprise in their eyes, and soon got used to it.

During the period, when Song Yu went to the bathroom, he also met a manager in the same company who was in the same position as him, and looked at Song Yu without forgetting to sneer.

"Director Song, which boss's wife beat you again? You didn't take a good rest, so you came to work?"

Song Yu sneered: "Manager Wu is very good at spreading rumors with his mouth."

As the other party walked over the sink, he snorted coldly with disdain: "Thousands of people ride on things that thousands of people step on, and I really think of myself as a piece of material."

Song Yu gracefully shook off the drops of water in his hand, took a tissue to wipe his hands, and then raised his head to look at the manager.

"If Manager Wu could report the plan as well as your mouth, he wouldn't have been in the company for so long and still have a job with me."

The other party was obviously not convinced by this point, and there was a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

Song Yu leaned back against the sink and chuckled, even the look in his contemptuous eyes was pleasing to the eye.

"Manager Wu, why are you so concerned about my private life? Are you so interested in me?"

"Who the hell is interested in you?" Manager Wu yelled angrily: "Every time you get a partner, don't think I don't know how."

Yes, the people in the company have already tacitly believed that he, Song Yu, came out to discuss cooperation on his own. Every time he got a lottery on him, he thought it was beaten by the wife of another boss.

Song Yu's fingertips trembled slightly, Song Yu, haven't you gotten used to it?It's no use explaining to these people, they won't listen, they only like to hear what they want to hear.

It's like when you were studying, you didn't have any romantic relationships, just because you showed too many people, didn't everyone say that your private life was chaotic?