After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

"My aunt can support the two of you, so you don't need to talk hard."

Song Weitang leaned closer to the little guy's ear and whispered.

She has raised two little guys for such a long time, almost as soon as the two little guys raised their buttocks, she knew what the two little guys were thinking.

"aunt."

The little guy hugged Song Weitang.

He really likes his aunt very much, and wants to stay with her for the rest of his life.

"what's wrong!"

Song Weitang reached out and rubbed the little guy's head.

The little guy buried his whole head in Song Weitang's arms, and refused to get up no matter what. The aunt smelled really good, like her mother.

After Song Weitang reached a consensus with the little guy, he raised his head and looked at the man with glasses.

"Sorry, my child doesn't plan to develop in the entertainment industry for the time being. If there is such a need in the future, I will contact you at that time."

Although the man with glasses felt a little pity, he didn't force himself, he handed a business card to Song Weitang, and then left.

In the afternoon, the Teng family sent someone over.

Song Weitang was worried about keeping the two little guys here, so she simply took the two little guys with her.

Before going, Song Weitang urged the two little guys to be obedient.

To be able to attend this kind of customized banquet with Song Weitang.

Both Song Jinyan and Song Qiyan were very happy.

The car sent by the Teng family is a limited edition stretched Lincoln.

There is plenty of space in the car, and the two little guys are drowsy while sitting in the car.

The drive is about three hours.

Halfway through the drive.

Traffic jams ahead.

The driver in charge of driving had his face twisted into a ball, and he kept looking at the watch on his wrist.

After all, the time for Mr. Teng's explanation is coming soon.

"Please do me a favor, who can help me."

At this moment, a woman in front of her was running along the road with a child in her arms. The woman cried and shouted.

Many people poked their heads out of the cars parked on the side of the road.

"Please, is there a doctor, please help me."

The woman ran so fast that she fell to the ground directly, her knees were broken, and her hair was messed up. She didn't care about her appearance at the moment, and immediately looked at the child in her arms.

At this time, several people in the car got off and wanted to go over to see what happened.

Song Weitang directly opened the car door and walked down.

"Miss Song...!"

the driver shouted hastily.

"I gonna go see."

Song Weitang nodded to the driver and said.

The driver wanted to say something, but seeing Song Weitang's firm gaze, the driver felt a strong oppressive force coming to him, making him speechless at all.

In just a short time, Song Weitang had already opened the car door and walked out.

At this time, there was already a circle of people around the woman.

"Please, please..."

The woman was a little desperate, and her voice was crying.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but there was no doctor nearby, so everyone could only be anxious.

"Is there anyone who understands medical knowledge? It is important to save lives."

Everyone started to notify one by one, but after a while, today also coincidentally, there is no doctor.

Everyone is also anxious.

At this time someone shouted.

"let me see."

Song Weitang got out from the crowd.

At this time, the driver also followed, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold Song Weitang.

This Miss Song is a chef, not a doctor!What is she going to join in the fun.

"Miss Song...!"

The driver shouted anxiously.

Song Weitang ignored him, walked quickly in front of the woman, squatted down, and began to check.

"Who has a needle."

Song Weitang shouted towards the surroundings.

The little girl had a high fever and went into convulsions.

The Song family has been an imperial chef for generations, not only good at cooking, but also knows a lot of traditional Chinese medicine methods.

"Can I do this?"

No one carried needles, but quite a few people had pins. At this time, someone around hurriedly handed over the pins.

Song Weitang took the pin, and quickly poked several places on the little girl's body.

The scarlet blood was squeezed out, accompanied by the little girl's muffled groan.

"wave!"

The woman who kept crying burst into tears and hugged her daughter in her arms.

Then he knelt down on the ground with a puff, turned over and knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed to Song Weitang incessantly.

"thanks, thanks."

Song Weitang reached out to help the woman up.

"The child still has a fever, so he should be sent to the hospital for examination."

Song Weitang said, at this moment, the team in front also started to loosen up.

The woman looked grateful, and kept thanking Song Weitang while hugging her daughter.

The driver hurriedly pulled Song Weitang back into the car.

"Miss Song, if something happened just now, then..."

The driver couldn't help but complain.

Does Miss Song know the story of the farmer and the snake?

The long snake line started to move, the driver hurriedly drove, afraid that if he stopped for a while, Song Weitang would cause another accident.

The woman just now finally sent her daughter to the hospital.

After a series of checks.

The doctor called the woman aside alone.

"Doctor, my daughter?"

The woman asked tremblingly.

"Did someone give first aid to your daughter before you came?"

the doctor asked seriously.

Yin Heng's heart trembled.

"Doctor, is something wrong?"

"Madam, you misunderstood. Your daughter has been suffering from congenital heart disease. It was sudden. The first aid just now was in place. This bloodletting therapy activated your daughter's body functions in the shortest time and bought her time. "

said the doctor hastily.

Yin Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and almost fell to the ground.

"Hengheng...!"

At this moment, the man who hurried over kept yelling all the way.

When he saw Yin Heng, the man rushed over immediately.

"Wanwan, are you okay!"

Yin Heng shook off the man's hand and sneered.

"Zhao Tingshen, do you still remember that you have a daughter? Get a divorce!"

Yin Heng said coldly.

Her face was pale, and she raised her head to look at the man she loved so much in front of her.

Zhao Tingshen is the illegitimate son of the Zhao family.

She knew from the beginning that Zhao Tingshen did not marry her because she loved her.

But the person in front of her was someone she had silently liked since she was a student.

He is the high-spirited president of the student union, and countless people have a crush on him.

How could I remember, the primary school girl who I helped by accident.

So when she learned that Zhao Tingshen was the one she was marrying with the Zhao family, she couldn't help being secretly happy.

She thought that as long as she kept giving, she would be able to warm Zhao Tingshen's heart after all.

But she overestimated herself.

How many days and nights in five years.

Even if it is a stone, it should be warmed up.

"Hengheng, what are you talking about!"

As soon as Zhao Tingshen grasped Yin Heng's hand, Zhao Tingshen couldn't help frowning at the cold hand.

He softened his tone.

"Hengheng, don't make trouble."