Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Ji Lin's voice trembled with excitement, "Little Master, you mean...the genius doctor is the little lady!"

Shi Qingjue nodded, and the ink pupil was full of determination.

Although he has not yet obtained direct evidence, he is sure in his heart, "Grandpa can do a paternity test after he wakes up."

"It's time to be one." Ji Lin's old eyes burst out again, "Mister will definitely be very happy!"

At the moment, Liu Wanshuang was about to pick up a cup of hot water.

She had just walked to the door of the ward, but she suddenly heard the conversation between Ji Lin and Shi Qingjue, her heart tensed.

"Shi Qinglan?" Liu Wanshuang opened his eyes in shock.

She tightly grasped the water glass in her hand, and held the other hand against the wall, so that she could not fall down because of her legs.

She just said how the girl looked like Shi Qingjue's mother!

So... she was the missing daughter of the Shi's chaebol?

"Since you have been missing for so many years, just stay outside! Why do you want to come back and fight with me!" Liu Wanshuang gritted his teeth.

There was jealousy and resentment in her eyes.

This person, it seems, absolutely cannot stay!

...

Shi Qinglan felt a little abdominal pain when she left the hospital.

She frowned her eyebrows, and stood on the side of the road to take a taxi, covering her lower abdomen. By the way, she called the Academy of Medicine, "This weekend, I will transfer a few people from cardiovascular medicine to China Mingcheng."

"Boss, you would rather be in such a small city than go back to Country A to inherit the research institute. The old dean knows that it will be crazy!"

Shi Qinglan was distracted by abdominal pain at the moment.

She didn't bother to think about this kind of thing, and pressed her lips lightly to endure the pain, "Don't let the old man run to Mingcheng."

Hearing that, there was a grumpy protest over the phone, but Shi Qinglan ruthlessly hung up and got into a taxi.

Inside Qinglan Water Pavilion.

Bo Yucheng was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with his slender legs folded lazily, with an office laptop on his legs, waiting for the girl to go home while processing mail.

"Click—"

The door lock of the villa rang suddenly.

Bo Yucheng immediately took off the computer and got up. The girl was hugged into the hot arms as soon as she entered the house. Before she could react, her petite body was wrapped in the man.

"Why come back so late, eh?"

He pressed his chin against the top of the girl's hair and rubbed it gently, closing his eyes and sniffing the faint fragrance lingering in her hair.

Shi Qinglan's abdominal pain turned pale, and she hugged the man's waist vainly, "The head of the Shi chaebol is critically ill. Their butler asked me for help and went to the hospital."

Bo Yucheng laughed softly, "How can you help?"

"I told you I know medical skills before." Shi Qinglan curled her red lips lightly. She broke away from his embrace and wanted to go upstairs to rest, but she squeezed her hand before she could leave.

Bo Yucheng's eyes were dull.

The big hot palm covered her hand, holding it tightly as if she wanted to transmit some temperature, "Why is the hand so cold?"

He looked down at the girl, only to find that the delicate and bright little face was a little pale, and his complexion looked very haggard.

"Lan Lan, is there something wrong with your body?"

Bo Yucheng frowned tightly, Mo Tong instantly became a little nervous, and even his heart was pulled.

Shi Qinglan didn't know how to answer.

Bo Yucheng's eyes gradually darkened, he thought about the time, and gently pressed her forehead, "Holiday?"

"Um..." the girl bit her lip and responded very quietly.

After all, this kind of thing involves the privacy of girls, and Shi Qinglan couldn't directly speak so generously.

But the next second she felt the soles of her feet empty.

"what--"