"Would you like to?"

Song Shaoqin sneered again, changed the topic immediately, and looked directly at the other party with cold eyes, "If you are willing, I must accept it? Who do you think you are? I, Song Shaoqin, am not a scumbag. I will accept everything and just be a slave?"

I don’t think much of you as a maid."

With that said, Song Shaoqin took a step forward and warned in a low voice, "Even if I, Song Shaoqin, are ill, it's not your turn to act pretentious here. It makes me sick to see you acting so coquettishly!"

Don't act smart in front of me, you're not qualified! Remember, don't try to trick my Song family again, otherwise I will let you know what it means to regret it. If you don't believe me, you can give it a try!"

Hearing someone approaching not far away, Song Shaoqin immediately put away the coldness on his face, his expression was gentle, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, just like the gentle and elegant young master he used to be.

"." Cao Yingying was completely stunned. Seeing the man in front of her changing his appearance freely, she couldn't help but tremble all over. Those words of warning seemed to still echo in her ears, constantly beating her heart.

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Song Shaoqin ignored the dumbfounded Cao Yingying and walked straight towards the Song family's room. This time, finally no one blocked his way.

He has seen too many women like Cao Yingying, who is obviously full of calculations and only for her own benefit, but she pretends to be righteous and full of hypocrisy.

Do you think that Song Shaoqin is physically ill and has no woman to marry him, but she, Cao Yingying, is willing to marry him, so he should kneel down and shed tears of gratitude? Should the Song family be grateful and hold her Cao Yingying up high?

Ha! Idiot!

Song Shaoqin felt extremely uncomfortable when he thought that he was being cared about by a woman like Cao Yingying.

After returning to the room, seeing that his family members were still curiously discussing what Xia Ning had sent, Song Shaoqin sat down at the edge of Datong Shop, took out the recorder again, and began to tell Xia Ning aggrievedly about what had just happened.

things.

21st century, Chengdu.

It was already around 11 o'clock in the night, and Xia Ning was scrolling through her phone energetically, waiting for Song Shaoqin's response.

‘Ding~’

The porcelain basin had been placed on the quilt by Xia Ning. When she saw the voice recorder appeared, she picked it up immediately.

"ha?"

After listening to the recording, Xia Ning blinked her eyes in confusion. Is Song Shaoqin trying to be nice to herself?

what to do?

So cute~

Listen to this little pitiful tone, how aggrieved!

She seemed to see a cute and pitiful little puppy wagging its tail towards her.

Oh my god!

Just thinking about this scene made her heart feel weak.

Damn it~ He is a dignified young man from a noble family, but he is pretending to be cute. Is this appropriate?

That guy Song Shaoqin is so foul!

But thinking about what he said, Xia Ning frowned again and couldn't help but complain.

"Are you mistaken? Don't you say that women in ancient times were very feudal and conservative, very reserved and shy? Why do some people come to you directly to ask for marriage? I, a new woman in the 21st century, can't do it!"

"Hmph! Song Shaoqin is right, that woman is so annoying, she is such a bitch and a bitch! She obviously wants to cling to power and get the blessing of the Song family, and she talks so nice, but she is obviously taking advantage of other people's pain points."

Xia Ning couldn't help but laugh when she thought that Song Shaoqin had said so much just to beg for clothes.

"This guy is quite a germaphobe~ The girl just pulled off his clothes and was so disgusted with him, but hey, he did a great job!"

Immediately, Xia Ning happily ran to the shelves to find a change of clothes for Song Shaoqin. Before, he had only prepared one set of clothes. Now that he thought the clothes were dirty and expressed his unwillingness to wear them again, he had no choice but to give him another one.

A suit of clothes passed by.

Unexpectedly, Song Shaoqin, as an ancient man, was very capable of appreciating bitches.

This is worthy of praise.

Soon, Xia Ning found a piece of clothing and sent it over, then picked up the recording pen and started asking.

[Song Shaoqin, can I ask what's wrong with your health? Well, I don't want to inquire about any privacy. If it's not convenient for you to tell me, you don't need to answer.

I just think that the medical level in my part of the world is very advanced and superb. It may be a serious disease in your time, but here it is as simple as a common cold, and you can buy your own medicine to treat it.】

Song Shaoqin briefly mentioned his physical condition before, but did not go into details. She did not ask further questions out of respect at the time. After all, he could grow to such a big size healthily, which indirectly showed that his condition was not too serious.

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And today, his physical condition was mentioned again, and even because of his physical condition, many girls were afraid to marry him for fear of becoming a widow in the end.

If you put it that way, his condition seems to be very serious?

Therefore, Xia Ning became concerned this time and wanted to find out what kind of disease it was. If it was really serious and even affected her life span, then she must treat it as soon as possible!

It would be bad if some chronic diseases become serious.

Eastern Chu Kingdom, inn.

After Song Shaoqin got the new clothes, he immediately threw his coat on the ground.

"Second brother, what are you doing?"

Sister Ying looked at the clothes thrown on the ground with a puzzled look.

"Throw it away when it's dirty."

Song Shaoqin glanced at the clothes on the ground with disgust. No matter how expensive the clothes that had been stained by that woman were, he would not wear them again.

"Ah? If it's dirty, can't it be cleaned by washing it?" Sister Ying tilted her head and thought.

As Song Shaoqin put on his new clothes, he replied quietly, "Some dirt cannot be washed away, so it can only be thrown away."

"Oh~ It's like this."

Sister Ying nodded as if she understood, but she was thinking hard in her heart: What kind of dirt can't be washed away? If it can't be washed away, how dirty will it be?

As soon as Song Shaoqin tidied up his clothes, he saw a recording pen appear on the porcelain plate. He quickly picked up the recording pen and started listening.

Then, he fell silent for a moment.

The reason why he didn't tell Xia Ning about his physical condition in detail was not what she thought. He never thought that this matter would be a wound that he didn't want to mention, and he never felt that he was born shorter than others because of this.

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What's more, his physical condition is well known to everyone. If he couldn't stand other people's strange eyes or criticism, he would probably have committed suicide long ago.

So he was relieved about this matter very early, and he was able to laugh it off calmly when faced with everyone's vaguely sympathetic looks.

But for some reason, when facing Xia Ning, he subconsciously didn't want to say more. Although they had never met each other, secretly he wanted to leave a better image for the other party, rather than a sick and weak man.

impression.
Chapter completed!