Everyone also said that Song Baojun suddenly had an animal attack, and he even pretended to be rude and shameless, and pretended to be Wang Lingjuan in public. For a moment, everyone shook their heads and looked at each other. Zhang Mingfang even cursed inwardly. If it weren't for his identity, he would have come forward and slapped him long ago.

Even Liang Bohua thought that Song Baojun was suddenly stunned, so he followed in from the door and grabbed Wang Cunde and whispered: "The third young master couldn't help it. Let's go out first. Miss Wang will definitely get better. I promise. I don't know if your company is interested in the project of the Port Unit 4? Doctor Liu, you don't know everything here and you can't see it. Do you understand? Miss Qiqi, take everyone out first."

Fortunately, Liang Bohua has run away from the world and has thought about all the affairs of "aftermath" of the substitute Jun Shao, including appeasement, winning over Wang Cunde, threatening the attending physician, etc.

Lin Mengxian was extremely disappointed. He didn't expect that Brother Jun, who had always admired him, had such a face. Brother Jun was always chivalrous and righteous, helped the weak, stood up for justice, and acted bravely. How could he attack a weak woman who was mentally ill?

She ignored Meng Manning's obstruction and shouted loudly: "Song Baojun! Are you still the Jun brother I know? If you have the guts, come out! I, Lin Mengxian, are not convinced!"

Liang Bohua frowned and said, "Miss Lin, don't yell."

How could Lin Mengxian tolerate his idol collapse in front of him? He ignored Liang Bohua's warning completely, took away Meng Manning's hand, and rushed in.

At this time, Song Baojun's hand came to Wang Lingjuan's delicate neck. Lin Mengxian knocked away Liang Bohua hard, rushed forward, grabbed Song Baojun's hands firmly, and shouted: "Song Baojun! You can't do this!"

Song Baojun suddenly woke up from his entropy state and said in surprise: "Xianxian, what are you doing?"

Lin Mengxian roared: "You can't kill Juanjuan!" Sighing on Song Baojun's face.

"Get poisonous? Why do you say this?" Song Baojun couldn't touch his head.

Lin Mengxian said angrily: "If you want to get a woman, you can! There are so many outside, why bother to attack Juanjuan? I can do it if I don't succeed! If you want to get a woman, just ask! I will meet all your requirements!" Tan Qingkai curled his lips when he heard this, and had to pretend that he had not heard that the Jaeger-LeCoultre watch on his hand was given by the fairy girl.

Song Baojun was almost foolish on the spot, but turned around and found that everyone's eyes were full of Wu Song's look at Ximen Qing.

Lin Mengxian simply took off her collar and shouted, "Come on! Come on! Come on! Fuck me! I'm definitely much more enjoyable than Wang Lingjuan!"

Who is Song Baojun? He guessed the root cause of all this in an instant, and slowly took back the palm that was placed on Wang Lingjuan's neck, frowned and said, "What plane are you doing? I'm treating the disease and saving people. Qiqi, drag the fairy out and let her calm down."

Liang Bohua's mind was very quick, thinking that no matter whether he was curing the disease or not, it was important to save the reputation first, so he quickly said loudly: "Wang Cunde! Why are you dirty? The third young master is watching Ms. Wang's condition. What's so great about the doctor's parents' heart when they touch some skin?!"

Fortunately, he shouted loudly in time and finally brought everyone who was still in a daze back to reality from the chaotic state. Qiqi immediately brought out Lin Mengxian, who had a fat breast half exposed.

Wang Cunde couldn't help but be shocked and suspicious, and asked, "Mr. Jun is really treating Juanjuan?"

Liang Bohua sneered: "Look at what your daughter looks like. It's not an exaggeration to say that she is a zombie. What kind of beauty do we have? Where can we like her? Use your dog's brain to think about it! If you weren't thinking about the friendship between classmates in the past and willing to treat your daughter's condition, why bother to come to this ghost place?"

Wang Cunde was scolded by Liang Bohua so much that he couldn't raise his head. He stuttered: "I, I don't mean that..."

Song Baojun said in a deep voice: "Wang Lingjuan is sick. I care about her very much. I want to try to do something for her. You actually misinterpret my meaning. Are you planning to spread rumors and rumors in the society every few days? The so-called "I have a skin-friendly relationship with Wang Lingjuan, and you have become my cheap father-in-law?"

Wang Cunde never expected that his little thoughts would be seen through by Jun Shao. He couldn't help but panic and didn't know how to put his hands, and he stammered: "No, it's not..."

Song Baojun said: "It's just your reminder, let everyone see how I treat Wang Lingjuan's illness. If it's not cured, it's fine. If Wang Lingjuan can recover, you have thought it through!"

Wang Cunde's face was as beautiful as earth, and he almost knelt down and begged for mercy.

Liang Bohua asked the attending physician to help bring in a few benches and asked everyone to sit next to him.

Lin Mengxian regained her rationality and was ashamed of shame for a moment. She hid outside the door and did not dare to enter. As for Meng Manning and Zhang Mingfang and others, although they had misunderstood Song Baojun, they were not so embarrassed if they did not reveal it.

Song Baojun ignored her and gently stretched out his hand, lay Wang Lingjuan flat on the bed, asked the attending physician to take a pillow and put it behind his head. Wang Lingjuan looked numb and stiff, and let him do it.

The attending physician thought that this was probably a third-rate doctor invited by Wang Cunde from somewhere. He was so young that he was not very good at present, and his level was probably very limited. But since Wang Cunde paid the money, it was not convenient to speak out and sarcastically, so he stood by the side and observed with interest.

Song Baojun closed his eyes, placed his two middle fingers in his right hand on Wang Lingjuan's eyebrows, trying to establish a Fourier channel.

Suddenly, he failed to open the virtual space. Song Baojun realized that the secret energy had been seriously insufficient since the previous few days.

The attending physician carried his hands behind his back and said in his heart: "I don't look like a doctor, but like a wizard."

Wang Cunde could only watch tremblingly from the side, his stretched neck exuding a pleasing look.

"Qiqi, come here."

Song Baojun asked Ling Anqi to stand behind him and ordered: "Put your hands on my shoulders."

Ling Anqi didn't understand why, so she did as she did.

Song Baojun said: "Close your eyes, relax your mind, and imagine that you and me are one."

Soon, a Fourier channel opened from the imaginary space to lead to the hell of Ling Anqi's destruction of personality.

With the help of Ling Anqi's all-round unconditional trust, Song Baojun easily obtained the authority of hell space.

The surging secret energy is transmitted here.

The imaginary space was opened, and Song Baojun was able to appear in it and saw the romantic personality that was so busy above the temple that it looked like a little bee.

She happily built a towering spire like clouds, and then felt that it didn't match the style of the main hall. With a casual wave, the spire that had been built with a lot of secret energy turned into dust and dissipated in the air.

She planted endless tulip flower fields on the edge of the main hall. Seeing that the colorful flowers were not beautiful enough, she demolished them all and changed to plant roses.

Song Baojun was shocked and said angrily: "I said that I can't make up for my poor food and drink these days. It turns out that I have been wasted by this stinky girl!"

The romantic personality quickly flew over, hovering around Song Baojun, and laughed: "Subject, you finally come. Are the roses planted by others beautiful? Reward them a kiss."

Song Baojun frowned and said, "Let's wait until you turn into a human form like a philosophical personality."

The romantic personality stopped in front of Song Baojun, seemed to think for a while, and said, "It is not impossible to turn into a human form, but that would inevitably cost a lot of secret energy, which would affect my plan to fully transform the space world."

Song Baojun couldn't help but say, "For you, there are a lot of secret energy, how much does it take? Forget it, don't transform."

"No, no, it's time to waste any amount of waste for the purpose of the subject's kiss."

The handsome and handsome philosophical personality appeared in time and said, "Enough, romantic, go back to your position to continue working."

"I don't want it!" A romantic personality snorted, but when he saw the extremely serious expression of the philosophical personality, he turned around and floated away.

The philosophical personality said: "Subject, are you finally combined with Ling Anqi's destructive personality?"

"I think it's hard to deal with acquaintances." Song Baojun sighed.

"That's it's not there yet? Where does such a huge secret energy come from?" asked philosophical personality again.

"I just obtained the authority to destroy the Hell space of personality and retrieved some resources."

"You really have it." The philosophical personality smiled, with a more charming face than Takeshi Kaneshiro, and said, "Are you planning to observe Wang Lingjuan's situation?"

"Yes, I suspect she has something to do with the imaginary space."

"Okay, go and have a look." The philosophical personality took Song Baojun into the temple, used the soul furnace to determine the coordinates, and created a Fourier channel, and sighed: "The incomparable secret energy makes people doubt life."

Through the Fourier Passage, the two appeared in a strange forest.

Two moons hung high above the head, one orange-red is close to the ground, which looks extremely large. At least the size of the water tank, you can see the vague crater above with the naked eye. There is also a white one farther away, emitting a faint halo.

Song Baojun was no longer surprised by such strange things in parallel worlds and focused his attention back to the forest.

A colorful butterfly flapped her palm-sized wings and flew past the two of them. Every time the wings flapped, a string of fine fluorescent green light spots fell, forming a trajectory of light behind her, which was very beautiful.

A cluster of red plants grew opposite Song Baojun. I don’t know whether it was a flower or a leaf, but it grew up spirally, spreading seven or eight petals of branches and leaves from it. The light red near the edge, and the dark red growing inside the plant, which was nearly one person tall.

There are dozens of two-story green trees on both sides, with long light blue tiny branches hanging from the branches and leaves. These branches emit a slight blue light, wrapping the entire tree.

Song Baojun couldn't help but reach out to pull a branch. Unexpectedly, the blue light suddenly flourished and rolled back in a blast, which scared Song Baojun.
Chapter completed!