Chapter 3

What you can see is a pair of slender legs, light blue 7-point jeans and 10 cm silver white high-heeled shoes to outline a tall figure.

Her name is mu Qingya. She is Meng Ran's life-saving benefactor. She is the famous second miss of Mu family in Jiangbei province.

"Doctor Fang, get out of the car and have a look. It seems that this man is injured." Mu Qingya saw the red of Meng Ran's mouth and quickly called out to a man in his sixties in a suit on the car.

"Miss mu, I'm ok. Your grandfather's condition is very important. You can go there quickly." Although two ribs have been broken, there are thousands of ways to cure the injured body in the last generation, which is the most powerful one in the sky. How can you worry about such a small injury.

The man in the suit on the car did not get out of the car. Under the light of the car lights, he could see clearly that Meng ran was wearing a few hundred yuan of miscellaneous clothes. Even if he was kind enough to see a doctor, he would not give him money.

This mu old man is his big gold master. He can't delay his chance of getting rich for such a poor boy.

As a result, the doctor in charge of Jiangzhou's most famous hospital urged: "second miss, you have heard him say that it's OK, and that Mu's condition can't be delayed. Let's hurry up."

Just now, Fang Jianguo, who has already fallen asleep, suddenly receives a phone call from Mu Qingya, saying that her father's condition has broken out again, and he should be picked up for diagnosis and treatment. This is not the way to meet Meng ran.

"Are you really OK? I see you look white and frightening. If you can't, don't try to be brave. You have to face and suffer. Let this old doctor show you. "

Mu Qingya saw that Meng ran, who directly refused to accept himself, was also a little displeased. How could he not receive a little affection from his good intentions.

Meng ran looks at the girl's frown, and her heart is filled with emotion. She is a lady of a big family. Her heart is very kind. She is just a knife mouth and a bean curd heart.

In the last life, it was she who rescued herself from the sack and took herself to the sanatorium. It was there that Meng ran met the famous master mu'an.

"Wait! How do you know my surname is mu? And how do you know about my grandfather's illness? " Mu Qingya is finally a reaction, looking at Meng Ran's eyes full of suspicion.

The old doctor on the bus saw the second lady of Mu's family, who was still writing with others. He took his words as a side wind. He was already a little displeased. He sneered and said, "second miss, don't be cheated by him. Anyone who has nothing to do in the middle of the night will be on the bridge across the river. I'm afraid the boy just inquired about your family and wanted to cheat."

The old doctor's words really make Mu Qingya suspicious. Looking at Meng Ran's eyes, he suddenly became more alert. In the middle of the night, he appeared alone in this river crossing bridge, which was indeed suspicious.

Meng ran took a cold look at the old doctor sitting in the car. The chill in his eyes actually made the old doctor feel that he was being watched by some monsters. He didn't dare to say more, and he pressed the safety belt on his body unconsciously.

But in my heart, I thought: hum, if I really see through the intention, more than one thing is better than less, the girl herself delayed her grandfather's treatment time, then I can't blame.

Meng ran naturally won't care about this mortal. Although he doesn't have a trace of magic power at the moment, he can still kill this man unconsciously if he wants to. However, he is too disdainful for Tairan xianzun.

"You and I are predestined. I owe you a favor. This is my mobile phone number. If the old man's condition worsens, please call this number to find me. Let's go. The old man's illness will be delayed Meng ran smiles and leaves his mobile phone number slowly.

Mu Qingya staring at the figure, she always felt that this youth is not the same, that pair of eyes are too calm, just like a Wang Wannian unchangeable spring, can not lift a trace of waves.

For mu Qingya, this kind of vision, she only saw in those real big people, but compared with this young man, it was still inferior.

"Forget it, don't think about it. Maybe you're a liar. You'd better go back." Mu Qingya got rid of those unrealistic ideas in her mind and left in a hurry.

Through the mirror, she looked at the bridge, step by step away from the juvenile, but the back, but some ethereal