On the corridor outside the VIP area of the hospital, there are many people standing. These men and women dress up meticulously. The men who love to show off their wealth don't pile up all kinds of big brands on themselves, the women who love beauty don't wear too much jewelry, and even few people use cosmetics.
A group of people stood in the corridor, but few dared to speak loudly, as if they were afraid to wake up the people in the ward.
"Dad, we've been standing outside for half an hour. When will we go in?" a thin young man with a few strands of other colors in his hair couldn't help asking. As a result, his father glared at him, "don't disturb Cen's rest."
In the presence of so many people, he was shamed by his father. The young man looked a little ugly, but when the door of the ward suddenly opened, the young man bowed his head and unconsciously stepped back.
Coming out of the ward was a man of about 30 years old. He was ordinary and gentle, but no one dared to underestimate him. Because this person is Cen Baihe's most trusted assistant, most people have to give him some face.
"I'm very sorry to keep you waiting," said Liang Fengchao with an apologetic smile, "but the doctor specially told Mr. Cen to rest. I'll convey your kindness to Mr. Cen and hope you can go back to rest early."
"Everything depends on the body, and the body is important," the middle-aged man standing in front quickly apologized. "In that case, we won't disturb Mr. Cen's rest. When Mr. CEN is well, we'll visit him again."
"Thank you, I'm so sorry today." Liang Feng bowed slightly to the crowd, and several people standing in front of him leaned over one after another.
The smile on Liang Feng's face was more gentle. He turned and asked two bodyguards to send these people downstairs, posing politely.
These people came in a hurry and stood outside the ward for most of the day. They didn't even see the shadow of Cen Baihe, but they didn't dare to have a half opinion until they were sent out of the hospital by the bodyguard. Until the two bodyguards turned and walked back, they were slowly relieved in their hearts.
The whole emperor knows that the fifth Cen family is the old son of father Cen. His generation is the same as that of many people aged 50 or 60 in the imperial capital, but his age is two or three rounds younger than these people. I don't know if it's the old man's relationship. This Cen fifth master is not in good health. He usually doesn't show his face in front of the public, but no one dares to underestimate his ability.
I remember a few years ago, a second generation of upstart from other places began to talk nonsense after drinking too much wine. He said a few nonsense in front of many people. Since then, he has never appeared in the imperial capital.
Everyone knows that this man is deep-seated and cruel, but he is still a particularly difficult person to get along with.
Everyone doesn't have to visit him. Anyway, just make this gesture. Even if you can't please, at least you can't offend him.
"What's Bai ahe's name? No matter how good the name is, it's not a short-lived look," scolded the young man who had just been scolded by his father. After getting on the bus, he said, "what spectrum."
"People can afford it," said his father, who hated iron and steel. "You will suffer sooner or later because of your character."
The young man snorted and ignored him.
After the father and son drove a distance, the car suddenly stalled. The driver got off and checked for half a day, but he couldn't find the reason. He had to wait for the people of the trailer company to tow the car away.
"It's a dog day!" the young man slammed the door and got out of the car. He couldn't help scolding an Internet language.
"Yang Tao!" when his father heard this, he finally couldn't bear to sink his face, "who taught you to say such dirty words?!"
This is a mess. Today's young people don't know what to think. They don't even let go of the dog!
Yang Tao looked at his father's angry face and was speechless for a moment. How should he explain that this is just a catchphrase. He really doesn't have that interest in dogs? The Internet mantra is really killing people. He must pay attention in the future, or his father may break his leg one day.
"Yes, yes, how do you know? It's too accurate!"
"Can you help me figure out when I will find the right one?"
"Really? Great."
Yang Tao looked up curiously and looked at the sound source. He saw two girls standing in front of a young man, with an excited smile on their faces, and asked some questions about career and love from time to time.
This is... Fortune telling?
Look at the young fortune teller, who is no more than 20 years old, with a little less obvious baby fat on his cheeks, but he happens to be the kind of appearance that most easily inspires girls' motherhood. Is this fortune telling or amusing girls?
"You wait here for the people from the trailer company to come, and I'll go back to the company first." Yang's father saw his son's appearance of not entering the oil and salt. Out of sight and out of mind, he recruited a taxi and left. He didn't even bother to give him extra eyes.
This is a real father.
Yang Tao looked at the driver who was still trying to check the car. He simply squatted on the street corner and squinted his eyes to secretly observe the fortune telling scene not far away. There was no image at all.
"Mr. right. I do have a boyfriend I'm dating now. Do you think he... Is he suitable for my husband?" the girl who asked questions turned red and seemed to feel a little embarrassed to ask such questions. It can be seen that she was a little shy and had a very traditional concept. Her friends asked a lot of questions, and she didn't speak a few times.
Qi Yan calculated that the girl now had a rotten peach blossom, but before he had seen the right face, he would not easily judge the result, "do you have his picture?"
So Mei paper took out her mobile phone and showed him a photo of P.
"Is there something more natural?" facing the "PS technology" in the three beauty witches in Asia, Qi Yan felt that even if he was a God, he could not calculate the cause and effect by virtue of this kind of photos.
The girl herself felt a little embarrassed. She looked around in her hand and finally found a photo without beauty. Compared with the two photos, it really didn't look like a person.
At the first sight of the man's real photo, Qi Yan knew that he was OK in other aspects, but he was a playful and amorous character. He could not stabilize his heart until he was at least middle-aged.
For this girl, he is not a good match. More importantly, from their faces, they should have no marriage relationship, not even dew love, but more like blood relatives.
Qi Yan looked at the quiet girl and said after two seconds of silence, "since Miss doesn't believe in fate, why fortune telling? If I'm right, this person should not be your boyfriend, but your relatives."
"Hmm?" the girl was stunned. When she took back her mobile phone, she found that she had just lost her heart, slipped her finger and crossed the picture of her boyfriend. The picture seen by the master was her cousin's.
As she apologized again and again, she was secretly surprised in her heart. She was really a great expert. It was amazing that she even made so much just looking at the face.
Yang Tao didn't expect to see such a good play. He stood next to him for more than ten minutes. After the two young girls left satisfactorily, he got up and walked to the young fortune teller.
Qi Yan was about to take the sign home. When he saw that there was suddenly another person in front of him, he looked up and saw a well-dressed young man standing in front of him. It was just that his careless character didn't match his regular clothes.
"Can you tell fortune?" Yang Tao looked at the shabby sign in Qi Yan's hand and couldn't help thinking that this expert is really... Different. Even if he looks so soft, even the signboard is so low-key and inconspicuous.
"Sorry, the three trigrams have been calculated this month. If you need to, sir, please be early next month." Qi Yan said, putting the sign into his trouser pocket, looking like he was not moved by money.
Yang Tao didn't expect that the other party would answer like this. He was stunned for a few seconds before pointing to the sign and said, "master, if you see that the sign says fate, I think we are quite destined. You see, my car happened to break down on the road next to you. What do you say it's not fate?"
Qi Yan turned his head and looked at the luxury BMW parked not far away. He knew that it was a rich man. "Sir is a rich man. He has a good life without fortune telling."
"Master is really an expert. I can see that my family has money at a glance." Yang Tao's interest in fortune telling is stronger.
Qi Yan: is there something wrong with this baby's brain?
The family who drives a luxury BMW must be rich. What's the use?
Seeing Qi Yan's unmoved appearance, Yang Tao determined in his heart that he must be a capable person who follows an expert, so he was unwilling to let Qi Yan go: "master, you calculate for me, and the price is easy to discuss!"
It's hard to find an expert. It's nothing to spend some money.
How many times has such a silly white sweet child been cheated by people from childhood to childhood? Qi Yan felt a faint sympathy for Yang Tao in his heart.
However, reincarnation is a technical job. Although this man is a little silly and sweet, his luck is not much worse than Wang hang. He is also a good man with red luck.
When Yang Tao saw that he mentioned money, the master still didn't respond at all. He felt more and more that the expert was unfathomable. Even with a soft and cute face, he could still make people worship. It was too powerful.
Yang Tao's eyes became brighter and brighter. Qi Yan raised his eyebrows: "what do you want, sir?"
Asked by Qi Yan, Yang Tao's mind was stuck because he didn't know what he wanted to calculate. Since childhood, he has no shortage of food and clothing, loved by his family, no shortage of beautiful sister paper around him, not to mention his work career. What does he want?
Somehow, he thought of Cen Baihe still lying in the hospital. His father wanted to hold Cen's thigh. I don't know if he can hold it?
"Please help me calculate. Can we get your blue eyes in our family?"
Although Yang Tao is silly and sweet, he is not so sweet as stupid. In fact, he also wants to find out how much Qi Yan really has.