The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

The soft acting like a baby did not soften Rong Liyuan's heart, and the coldness in his pupils did not decrease at all, "Apologize."

Regarding the matter of Yingbao, he didn't want to take a step back, and he wanted to kill all the enemies.

He willingly accepts all the insults, but he doesn't want Ying Bao to suffer any grievances.

Mu Changying had no choice but to stop dissuading her.

"..."

Lu Qingxue felt the pain on her face as if it was being burned by a raging fire.

Even through the phone screen, she could feel countless netizens mocking her.

Taking a deep breath, with a gloomy face, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Rong."

After apologizing bluntly, he walked out of the lounge without saying a word, and slammed the door hard.

"Why……"

The headmaster had a headache, and he felt that he would definitely be entangled by that bad-tempered guy in a while.

After fixing the person in the way, the air in the lounge is much cleaner.

Mu Changying glanced at the male reporter, and said with a smile, "Are you enjoying the filming?"

He didn't respond, and nodded blankly.

This look fell into Bai Mo's eyes, and he shook his head regretfully, he was another stupid bastard.

Mu Changying's tone rose, "Huh?"

The soft voice made Kelly swallow her saliva, and her legs felt weak.

Damn, she felt like she was going to be bent.

Mr. Witt, who was standing beside her, supported Julian, and when he turned his head, he saw the slut-like appearance of his apprentice.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he raised his hand and knocked her on the head. Kelly regained her senses, hugged her head, and squatted silently in the corner.

The male reporter came back to his senses, panicked for a while, and said stumblingly, "I...I..."

Mu Changying, "Shut it down."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Not daring to refute, he obediently turned off the live broadcast.

The live broadcast was cut off, and the netizens in the live broadcast room were kicked out, each of them bowed their heads and stamped their feet.

They haven't watched enough of Shengshi Meiyan, why did they shut it down?

The male reporter was cowardly, pointed to the door and asked, "I... can I go?"

Mu Changying nodded.

With consent, he carried the camera and left the lounge without stopping as if he had been granted amnesty.

He walked in a hurry, as if there was an evil spirit chasing him behind him.

He left the waiting room with his front foot, and the rescue medical staff arrived with his back foot.

The ambulance of the First Hospital was parked inside the campus of Beijing Medical University.

A group of medical staff got out of the car, carried the emergency bed down and ran towards the lounge.

There is no time to wait.

At the door of the lounge, a male doctor in a white coat shouted in English, "Where? Where is the foreign friend who had a heart attack?"

Mrs. Witt stepped forward, "Thank you, but I don't need rescue for the time being. My heart disease has just eased down."

The male doctor was panting from exhaustion, with a suspicious expression on his face.

He took off his mask, stepped forward and listened to Julian's heartbeat with a stethoscope.

After a minute, put down the stethoscope, "It did ease."

Julian pointed at Mu Changying, with a sincere smile on her face, "Thanks to Changying, her ancient Chinese medical skills are very powerful."

The male doctor looked in the direction she was pointing.

Seeing Mu Changying's face clearly, he froze in place.

This girl looks so young.

But... She looks familiar, as if she has seen it somewhere.

He couldn't figure it out.

A magnetic voice sounded behind him, "Where's the patient?"

Suddenly he came back to his senses, looked up, and saw a man in a white coat striding towards him.

He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were shining with luster, and he exuded a seductive aura, sexy and abstinent.