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Chapter 9 I'm Not Sick!
According to the appointment, Song Yan got off the taxi and stood in front of the wrought iron gate of a gorgeously decorated, luxurious and chic villa.

The person who invited her was already waiting in front of the gate, and when she saw her getting off the car, he walked over, looked at the medicine box in her hand, probably guessed who she was, but still asked politely, "Are you Doctor Song? "

The man in front of him was a young man about 28 or [-] years old. His appearance could be called first-class, and he exuded an elegant and noble temperament. He was wearing casual clothes. He was clean, sunny, handsome, and outstandingly simple.

Song Yan nodded, knowing that he was the one who made an appointment for her.

Looking her up and down, Jing Chen smiled, with a playful smile on his lips, "Younger and more beautiful than I imagined, but don't worry, I'm purely admiring you, not questioning your ability."

"Thank you." Song Yan smiled and asked straight to the point, "What's wrong with Mr. Jing?"

Jing Chen is also considered a man of the hour in Mucheng, there are always some scandals popping up every day, the recognized female killer, especially when he smiles, evil, bad, ruffian, that kind of Not everyone can imitate the style of Xiemei's shareholding.

Moreover, his family background is well-known in Mucheng, so as a member of Mucheng's citizens, it is quite difficult for her not to know this character.

Jing Chen stepped forward to take the medicine box in her hand considerately, and when he walked in, he still did not forget to show his charm, and blinked ambiguously, "I didn't come here to check on me, there is someone else who wants you to check it for me." , follow me in."

not him?
Song Yan was a little surprised, but even though she was surprised, she didn't have that expression written on her face.

However, if someone like Jing Chen can call her to make an appointment, then who is the one who asked her to help with the inspection?
The location of this place is known as gold in Mucheng. It is conceivable that no matter who the opponent is, having money is the minimum.

There was no one else in the villa, not even a servant or nanny, it was beyond Song Yan's imagination.

Following Jing Chen to the master bedroom on the second floor, Jing Chen smiled and said to her, "Wait a minute."

Song Yan nodded.

"Oh, yes." Suddenly remembered something, and he said to her half jokingly, half seriously, "That person's temper is a bit... strange!" As he spoke, he nodded to himself, "Well, it's strange, so you should be mentally prepared first."

The corner of Song Yan's mouth twitched, "Uh...okay."

Taking a step forward, Jing Chen stood up straight, knocked on the door, cleared his throat and said, "Hey, I brought the doctor, open the door."

"..."

There is no response inside.

"Open the door, we are all at the door."

Still no response.

Turning around, Jing Chen smiled at Song Yan again, "He's shy."

Song Yan, "..."

At first, she didn't think there was anything strange about the person who needed her to examine, but now she suddenly became a little curious, what kind of person is the person in the room?

Arms folded, Jing Chen raised his brows and said simply, "I've called everyone, you don't want us to just stand here and wait, do you? Boss Fu, treat a beautiful woman and your brother like this. Aren't you afraid of being condemned by your conscience? If you refuse to come out again, I'll pry open the door later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door in front of him was suddenly opened by someone, and a low-cold, sinister voice filled the air, "How many times do I need to say? I'm not sick!"

(End of this chapter)