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In the evening, Song Mingjian walked into Song Tianshu's ward with a bunch of butterfly orchids in his hands. The doctor said that the more family members spoke with the patient, the more they would help him wake up.

Song Miaoyu sat on the bedside and held Song Tianxue's hand as she told him about her childhood memories, "Tianshu, I will always remember the first time I saw you. I was only six years old that year, with wild hair like a chicken coop, and I begged along the street in my tattered clothes. Everyone hates me, hates me, and calls me a beggar. "It's just you, buy me good food, take me to buy new clothes …"

Song Miaoyu did not seem to realize that Song Mingjian had arrived. She was completely immersed in her memories. Song Mingjian did not want to ruin this peaceful atmosphere. He placed the flowers on the bedside table and left the ward with ease.

It just so happened that Sheng Ziqing came in with a bunch of bags in her hands. What was she doing here? He really considered himself as the Song Family's daughter-in-law. Song Mingjian did not want to bother with her, but he was even more unwilling for her to dress up that bitter couple in the ward. Miss Sheng, are you here to see big brother? "

"Yes, Auntie told me to come." "Sheng Gongqing raised the object in his hand in a demonstration." Auntie went to buy all of these personally, and wanted me to give them to Big Bro. "

Deceiving ghosts! Song Ming cursed under his breath. Although those supplements were of high quality, they were all nourishment for people with a normal body. Now that Song Tianxue was a vegetable, would he still be able to eat those things?

"Thank you. I'll tell mom that Big Bro won't be able to eat these things, so tell her not to buy them to save herself the trouble of wasting them." Song Mingjian's expression suddenly changed into a gentle and easy to feel expression. He held the phone to his mouth and said softly, "Xin Er, alright, I understand …" As he spoke, he walked quickly away, as if he had been overheard by Sheng Gongqing.

Sheng Qingqing's blood almost froze on the spot. Xin'er, Song Mingjian actually used such a passionate tone to call her name. His hand loosened and all the things in his hands fell to the ground.

Zhao Xin'er, you insisted on leaving Song Mingjian that year. Why do you want to come back and snatch him away from me? A vicious smile emerged from Sheng Sangqing's lips. In terms of scheming, she was confident that she would not lose to Zhao Xin'er.

It didn't take much effort for Sheng Wangqing to get Zhao Xin'er's contact information. She dialed the number and asked directly: "Is this Miss Zhao Xin'er? I'm Song Mingjian's mother's fiancée, please stop pestering my man. Otherwise, I'll definitely show you something. "

Zhao Xin'er was confused. Since when did Song Mingjian have a fiancee? She even said that she was pestering Song Mingjian. Not only was she unable to get through to Song Mingjian, she didn't even have the chance to go to his company's entrance to take a look at him. This mysterious fiancée, what kind of dirty water did she have poured over her?

"Miss, what are you talking about? "I don't understand, where did I get entangled with Song Ming's sword …" Zhao Xin'er explained, but Sheng Wangqing thought she was playing dumb. She had also understood Zhao Xin'er's character from Mother Song. She had different intentions, and she was good at acting pitiful and weak.

Please, miss, you can cheat a man with your tricks. You lied to me. Sheng Sangqing immediately changed to a more gentle tone and said, "It might be a misunderstanding. Miss Zhao, can we talk about it when we meet?"

Zhao Xin'er hesitated for a few seconds and said half-heartedly: "I've been quite busy these past two days, I'll contact you again when I have time." She needed some time to figure out who this fiancée of hers was.

After some thought, Zhao Xin`er finally understood: Song Mingjian missed Gu Xiangling's insistence on not getting married, so his family would definitely not agree to it. Thus, Song Mingjian had arranged a fiancee for him, but Song Mingjian had always thought about Gu Xiangling and had always treated his fiancee coldly.

His fiancee had somehow found out that he (Song Mingjian's first love) had returned and mistook his first love for Song Mingjian.

If he could extort money from this fiancée and ensure that he would live a life without worries, then that would be a good idea as well. When Zhao Xin'er thought of this, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. He was too smart to come up with such a brilliant idea.

After making her decision, Zhao Xin'er immediately called Sheng Wangqing: "Young miss, I'll meet with you tomorrow night."

In order to make herself look like she was dating the CEO, Zhao Xin'er had to borrow money from her girlfriend. She looked through her contact list but couldn't find anyone who could lend her money. She had borrowed all her girlfriends, several of whom were urging her to return the money, and she was always finding reasons to delay.

However, if he was dressed too simply, wouldn't that mean that Sheng Qingqing would be able to find a flaw in his disguise with just one glance? What to do? Where did this come from? Zhao Xin'er fretted as she flipped through the contact book, thinking about how she could even get a line from her girlfriend.

His phone vibrated and a piece of trash text popped up: A loan! Based on the identity card and fruit photo mortgage can borrow 20,000 yuan, 30% per month. Make a deposit immediately after posting the photo.

Was there really such a good thing? Zhao Xin'er dialed the number for the text message and the person who answered was a beautiful lady. She told Zhao Xin'er that she only needed to send a photo of herself with her identity card. After they were satisfied, she would be able to make the money.

"The photo won't leak, will it?" Zhao Xin'er didn't care about taking nude photos. She had already been photographed. Besides, she had played all sorts of wild games with Jiang Yuhang in the past.

"As long as you pay back the money on time Miss, we will definitely keep your photo a secret. If you don't notify us before the deadline, we will try our best to think of a way for you. " Hearing Zhao Xin'er's hesitation, the other side said: "All of us are women, don't worry and take your pictures."

Zhao Xin'er no longer hesitated. When the time came to extort that fiancée of hers, wouldn't the twenty thousand be easily repaid? He immediately took off his clothes and took a few photos with his ID card. His seductive posture made the man spurt out blood.

As expected, she kept her promise and called Zhao Xin'er for 20,000 yuan as soon as she received the photo. Zhao Xin'er was so happy that she almost jumped up and down. She immediately went to the shopping mall, grit her teeth and bought a set of more than 10,000 pieces of ladies' clothing, then spent 5,000 yuan to buy a set of cosmetics. When the women's clothing was on her upper body, she would then finish the makeup. The person in the mirror also had a few hints of the upper class women.

He waited at the predetermined location for a long time, and when he finally saw the late Zhao Xin'er, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Damn, this was the woman Song Mingjian had fallen for? Brother Mingjian, when did your taste become so heavy? He was so thin that only a handful of bones remained. Even though his face was adorned with exquisite makeup, it could not hide the age of his skin.

And that temperament, was even thousands of miles away from Gu Xiangling. For a moment, Sheng Gongqing felt that she had been fooled. How could she let Brother Mingjian fall in love with such a crazy woman?

Zhao Xin'er had a faint smile on her lips as she tilted her head upwards and sat opposite Sheng Qing like a swan. She first scrutinized her surroundings. En, he was quite good-looking. In the end, he was still a few years younger than Ai Hui, but his skin was moist.