Aunt Wei had a dark look on her face, "Miss, you are the eldest daughter of the Yu family, can you be successful?"

"Please, Luo Yin, praise me. So what about the eldest lady of the Yu family? I have struggled for most of my life, but I still can't catch up to half of Luo Yin's achievements."

Yu Fengjiao said with emotion: "Look at the son and daughter she raised, and then look at the son I raised. The gap is not as big as usual. In this area, I lose."

Aunt Wei was helpless, "Don't just think about yourself, can you think about our Brother Jin? You can help to make things happen."

"What is the matchmaking? If he doesn't live up to his expectations, will it be useful to just rely on me to match him up?"

Yu Fengjiao said: "I have also looked away. Emotional matters are entirely dependent on fate, and forcing a match will easily lead to God's punishment. Anyway, if Xiao Song cannot become my daughter-in-law, I will accept her as my daughter-in-law."

"You have made arrangements for yourself clearly, so why don't you care about your son?" Aunt Wei was so angry that she didn't even use the honorific.

Yu Fengjiao shook her head, "No matter what, he will bear the trouble he caused himself. If I have a daughter, what else do I need from my son?"

"...Well, you are really a mother." Aunt Wei complained helplessly.

*

No matter where Nan Song goes now, he is followed by a group of bodyguards.

Even though they are not wearing black clothes, but are wearing casual clothes, with a row of handsome guys over 180 years old following behind them, they are still very cool and ostentatious.

It's just that such a huge group of people is not as good as one person.

As soon as he left the hospital entrance, Nan Song saw a tall figure in the crowd. He was wearing a red and white sportswear. He stood out from the crowd at nearly two meters tall.

In the setting sun, he stood sideways, carrying a black shoulder bag, playing with his mobile phone with his head lowered, his profile stretched long.

Such a tall, thin and handsome young man would look like an arsonist if he were casually thrown into the crowd.

A torch was lit in the hearts of a group of little girls.

There were already many people taking secret photos nearby. The young man noticed it and raised his eyebrows, making a forbidden move. The young girls ran away apologetically and shyly.

The corner of Nan Song's lips curled up, and she wanted to smile. Being a front in front of the hospital was tantamount to seeking wealth and murder.

She walked straight over, reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder.

The young man turned back and looked at her, his cold brows and eyes immediately stretched into a soft smile, "Sister."

Si Zhe didn't seem surprised to meet her here.

Nan Song still said, "It's a coincidence, little guy, that we met here."

"Not too coincidental."

Si Zhe's deer eyes sparkled, "I came here specifically to see you."

Nan Song was stunned.

"Um?"

Si Zhe immediately smiled and said, "You're just kidding. I came to Beicheng for training, and one of my teammates injured his leg. I sent him over. I happened to see you in the corridor, so I'm waiting for you here."

"I wish I had said no earlier, why are you kidding me?"

Nan Song raised his hand, and Si Zhe naturally lowered his head and let her flick his forehead.

She pretended to have a straight face and scolded him, "In the future, you are not allowed to be neither big nor small."

Si Zhe smiled obediently and responded, "I know."

"How is your teammate's injury? Has he found a doctor?"

"It's a little sprained, it's fine. I've found a good doctor."

"That's fine."

Nan Song looked at his face and frowned, "It's been a while since we last seen each other, and I've lost weight again. Do you have anything going on tonight? Can I treat you to a meal?"

"fine."
Chapter completed!