Han Miye was wearing it very formally today. The Armani blue polka dot shirt and royal blue trousers made him look very energetic, not to mention the bally dark blue leather shoes he wore on his feet. The heels slightly increased, making his legs look slender and straight.

Song Qingcheng has to admit that Han Ziye is a man with a very good sense of clothing. His facial features are not delicate, but the elegant temperament he exudes is definitely something that ordinary men do not have.

Otherwise, she would not have fallen in love with him wholeheartedly in her previous life.

The moment he saw Han Ziye, Lu Jinchen's gaze shook violently, and the gloomy breath spread in his eyes.

Lu Jinchen remembers that if he is right, this man is Song Qingcheng's fiancé. Song Qingcheng took the man's hand last time when he was in the hospital.

Anger surged in his heart. Lu Jinchen looked at Han Ziye's face, his eyes full of disdain: Haha, 360 degrees are all blind spots.

Tang Wenman soon came to Song Qingcheng's side, and she poked Song Qingcheng's head, "You damn girl, you have to drink cold if you don't obey. Now you're in the hospital!"

"Mom, there are so many people here, give me some face." Song Qingcheng rubbed his head and walked towards Han Ziye, "Why are you here?"

"I'll come to the imperial capital to attend the auction and see you by the way." Han Ziye delivered a big bouquet of roses to Song Qingcheng, smiled slightly, "I'll give it to you."

Song Qingcheng looked at the bouquet of beautiful roses and sneered in his heart.

In her previous life, Han Ziye also gave her a red rose that symbolized love. Now it seems very satirical.

He could easily betray their love, he could easily fall in love with others, and he could use her life to save his new love...

In this life, she has no other emotions towards Han Ziye except hatred.

"Qingcheng, what are you thinking?"

Seeing that Song Qingcheng hadn't spoken, Han Ziye patted her on the shoulder.

Song Qingcheng then came to his senses, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about how to deal with such a large bouquet of flowers."

"Qingcheng is shy!" Tang Wanqing smiled with a pursed lips.

Her little niece talked about a handsome boyfriend, and Tang Wanqing was really happy for them.

Han Ziye put the broken hair on Song Qingcheng's forehead behind his ears, "You are not allowed to eat cold food in the future. Be obedient."

"Yes." Song Qingcheng nodded carelessly.

Lu Jinchen narrowed his eyes and looked at the rose in Song Qingcheng's hand. The hand beside him tightly held tightly.

She actually dared to receive flowers from other men! She also flirted with other men in front of him...

Haha, she's dead!

The expression on Tang Wenman's face did not change much. After all, no one can tell the future. But to be fair, Han Ziye's external conditions are pretty good. As for what it is inside, she has to look at it before she knows it.

Song Qingcheng put the bouquet of roses on the bedside table, and she stuck out her tongue, "Auntie, why are you here too?"

She just had dysmenorrhea during her period, and it was embarrassing to be hospitalized. Now there are so many people coming to visit her, and it feels so embarrassing to think about it.

Tang Wanqing glanced at Lu Jinchen slightly, then smiled and said, "I'm so idle at home, so I'll accompany my sister to come out for a walk."

"That's it!" Song Qingcheng looked at Tang Wanqing with fun, and then she approached Tang Wenman, "Mom, are you here to pick me up?"

Seeing that Song Qingcheng's face was a little haggard and two small acne appeared on her forehead, Tang Wenman frowned, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Song Qingcheng yawned, "I slept in the hospital for a long time and it didn't hurt at all."

Tang Wenman was still worried, "Mom accompanied you to do a comprehensive inspection later. If there is no problem, you can go back with your mother after dinner."

In the afternoon, Lu Jinchen called her and said that Song Qingcheng had been admitted to the hospital due to dysmenorrhea. Tang Wenman wanted to take Song Qingcheng for a comprehensive examination. Her daughter's physical fitness was too poor. She had to help her with some conditioning before entering the military school.

"Okay." Song Qingcheng nodded.

One hour later.

Tang Wenman took a series of inspection sheets of Song Qingcheng, frowned so much that he could kill a fly.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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