Mad Genius Reborn

"Director Song, these two are the Doctor Tong and Doctor Qiu you are looking for."

Director Song, Ming Hegui, was in his fifties. The third son of the Song family was the director of a certain department of the Central Department. He looked like Song Minghua.

Seeing him, Miss Tong had already guessed his purpose.

When Song Hegui saw Tong Xinhua, a hint of surprise and suspicion flashed in his eyes. Is such a young and tender girl really making their Song family feel passive?

"You are the little genius doctor, Tong Xinhua?"

Miss Tong looked at each other with Qiu Tianyu, turned around and shook hands with Director Song politely and said, "It's me, I wonder who in Director Song's family is seriously ill?"

Song Hegui was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that this girl would speak so poisonously. How could he say that someone in his family was seriously ill? Isn't this a curse?

However, when Leng Chaoyang introduced, he said that they were the doctors he was looking for. Why did he look for a doctor? Isn’t that just cure the disease? If it wasn’t a serious illness, how could he dare to work as a young miracle doctor? Now the doctor asks you if there are patients at home? That’s not a rude thing.

However, her obviously sarcastic tone was unbearable to think that this was normal. As soon as we met, Song Hegui lost for a while. It seems that this girl is indeed not a good person!

With this consciousness, Song Hegui spoke more carefully. He didn't want him to be a 50-year-old, even such a yellow-haired girl. He showed a sincere expression and introduced himself again: "Hello, Xiaotong! I am Lin Feng's uncle. I heard that you and Lin Feng are in love with brothers and sisters. My father wants to see you, but I wonder if Xiaotong is free?"

Miss Tong didn't mind that Song Hegui was automatically promoted to another level and regarded herself as her elder, because she didn't want to have too many quarrels with Song Hegui. She wanted to argue with her, and the old man in the Song family was questioning.

"OK!"

Miss Tong was unexpectedly refreshed, which made the three big men present froze. She thought to herself: This girl is really hard to deal with! Seeing her sarcastic appearance just now, no one expected that this would be the result.

Old Man Song actually lived in an extremely ordinary courtyard, which was something Miss Tong didn't expect. Walking through the yard and entering the living room, the simple and simple decoration inside surprised Miss Tong.

When the old man with gray hair, righteousness and sharp eyes collided with her, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.

He is Lin Feng’s grandfather? That selfish and ruthless old man? No! This image is so different from what she imagines in her mind. It’s a world of difference!

Old Song was also looking at the girl who was called a witch by his son, daughter-in-law, and daughter in unison. Her eyes were clear and full of wisdom. Her image was beautiful and cute, without a half-demonic appearance. She was tough and unrestrained. No matter how she looked at her, she had no potential for a witch? It seemed that the rumors could not be believed.

"Father, this is Xiaotong and Xiao Qiu..." Song Hegui introduced to them.

"I understand, take Xiao Qiu to have dinner first." The old man waved his hand and interrupted his son's introduction, driving people without any doubt.

Song Hegui was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the old man to be so direct. Then he smiled apologetically at Qiu Tianyu and made a gesture of congratulations.

Qiu Tianyu didn't care. He knew the truth, but he had long seen that both the old and the young were holding their breath! So he didn't want to stay here as cannon fodder. He looked at Xiaoxin, then turned around and smiled at Song Hegui, and ignored Old Man Song and left.

Although the living room was full of heat, the silence of the two of them still made the air very cold and cold. That made the Mrs. Song, who wanted to come in to have tea and inquire about information, shivered involuntarily.

"Dad, have tea!"

The old man glared at his wife fiercely and said coldly: "Put down the tea and you can go out. Tell the people outside that no one can get close to this room without my permission."

"Yes!" Mrs. Song shivered unconsciously, carefully putting down the tea in her hand. When she turned around and went out, a vicious and resentful look swept across Miss Tong.

Miss Tong raised her eyebrows and smiled at her, which was full of provocation.

"Girl, come and sit here!" The old man sat on the rattan chair with cotton cloth, pointing to a single bench on his body.

Miss Tong took her eyes off the middle-aged woman, glanced at the hard wooden stool, and frowned slightly and said, "Thank you, I'd better stand!"

"What? I think my stool is too cold?" Mr. Song said sarcastically.

"Will a high-quality sandalwood stool be cold?" Miss Tong said sarcastically: "I don't think so. On the contrary, I think it's too expensive. I'm afraid of mole sores when I sit."

"You have some eyesight." Old Song's tone was relieved a little. However, his eyes were still sharp. He grabbed Xiao Xin tightly and said unabashedly: "Then look at where you sit in this room and you won't get sores. Find a place to sit down."

Miss Tong pointed to the rattan chair under the old man and said provocatively: "That rattan chair is still worthy."

"You... want to steal my position?" Song Guquan said in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Miss Tong replied disapprovingly: "There are talents in the generations of the country, and the Yangtze River is pushing the old waves forward. Even the emperor's dragon chaise is sitting on the wheel. What's more, you're just an old rattan chair. If you don't sit for others, are you planning to bring it to the coffin?"

Even though Song Guquan, who had fought with others for a lifetime, was stunned by this girl's invincible and unrestrained words. He stared at her blankly. This girl really had a bit of a demonic smell!

Otherwise, at her young age, how could she be so experienced and so bold? Even if someone teaches her, she would not be able to allude to the status of the Song family in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs from the same seat?

The old man stared at Miss Tong for a minute before he said sarcastically: "What a wave of the Yangtze River pushes the wave of the previous wave. It turns out that there are talents in the generation of the country! A little baby dares to teach me a lesson."