He is more charming than Midsummer

Ge Lie Wan is a pill made by the genius doctor Professor Zhang, and it is also a special medicine for treating diabetes.

Diabetes is a chronic disease, and there is no cure for it. With the passage of time, various diseases will appear in the body. However, the Glie Pill developed by Professor Zhang ten years ago has special effects.

Although it still cannot be completely cured, it is considered a miracle medicine.

It's a pity that only Professor Zhang can make this medicine, and since Professor Zhang disappeared ten years ago, the production of this medicine has also been discontinued.

As the largest pharmaceutical company in the Gu family, it is said that they still have a Glie pill in their hands.

A pill is actually enough, but it's better than nothing.

Therefore, that medicine has already sold for a sky-high price.

"I'm afraid they won't agree easily, right?" Old Man Feng lowered his voice.

Although the Feng family covered the sky with one hand in Yuncheng, the Gu family might not be able to sell him this face. After all, the Gu family relied on the pill to secure the number one position in the pharmaceutical industry.

That is their treasure.

Many people have asked for it, but they have all refused.

The housekeeper sighed: "It depends on what conditions they propose."

At noon, after Mr. Gu took the medicine, he fell asleep again.

As soon as he got up, the butler knocked on the door: "Master, the designer has arrived."

"Well, let him in."

He is the private fashion designer of the Feng family, and every month he will come to the Feng family to design new clothes for Mr. Feng.

After the designer entered, he put the drawings he had designed on the table and asked Old Man Feng to choose them.

"Mr. Feng, these are the latest models I designed this year, and they suit you very well."

Old Man Feng said lightly, "Let me see."

At this moment, the designer saw the scarf on the side, and he frowned: "Mr. Feng, which store did you buy this scarf from? It's simply too low."

He was holding the scarf in his hand, with a look of disgust on his face: "If you like scarves, I can make you a few, or the kind made by hand. The scarves made by this kind of machine are too rough. .”

"Besides, you didn't buy a big name, did you?"

He has been in the fashion industry for so long, he can tell at a glance whether he is playing cards or not, and whether it is worth money.

Old Man Feng's face was dark: "How do you know that this is a scarf made by a machine, not by hand."

The designer said to himself: "It can be seen at a glance that although these stitches are neat, they are very rough and absolutely impossible to be handmade. Although the handmade stitches are not necessarily arranged in this way, they are more delicate."

"I'm pretty sure that this is the work of an ordinary factory all on the assembly line."

His eyes were full of sympathy, thinking that old man Feng had bought a fake.

Anger appeared on Old Man Feng's face, but this time he didn't say anything.

"Master, Miss Song is here." The servant came to inform.

"Let her wait."

Song Yushang came at a really good time, he was holding his breath when she bumped into the muzzle of the gun.

living room.

Song Yushang had been waiting for almost two hours, she told herself to stay calm, if it wasn't for Feng Jingxuan, she would have left long ago.

Finally, a voice came from the stairs.

Old man Feng walked down with an ugly expression.

"Mr. Feng." Song Yushang's face suddenly burst into a smile.

Old Man Feng was not in a good mood: "What do you want me to do?"

Song Yushang said obediently: "Of course I miss you. I heard that Matilda came to treat you?"

Old Master Feng sneered, so she came to inquire about news.

"That's right. I originally wanted to beat her up, but I didn't expect her to help me with acupuncture, and the effect was not bad."

Song Yushang's face darkened. Hearing what Old Master Feng said, he actually had a good impression of Nan Xia.

Isn't she self-defeating?

"Mr. Feng, why are you feeling unwell? I know some doctors and can recommend them for you." Song Yushang said quickly.

"Diabetes." Mr. Feng said flatly.

His condition is getting more and more serious now, anyway, he plans to seek medicine from the Gu family, even if he tells about his illness, it doesn't matter.

Song Yushang took a deep breath: "It's actually this disease, then I shouldn't add sugar to the cakes I make, I will pay attention next time."

Old Man Feng looked at her with a half-smile: "You really made that dim sum?"

Song Yushang shyly said: "I usually like to eat cakes, especially those from Zhenweiguan, so I spent a little money and asked their chef to teach me how to make them. This cake tastes really good, but the sugar content is a bit high , next time I will make you sugar-free."

Old Man Feng looked at her, carefully discerning whether she was lying, but Song Yushang's face was impeccable, so he withdrew his gaze: "No need, I rarely eat pastries."

"So it is."

Song Yushang's hands were on the sofa, looking a little nervous.

He frowned, still a little depressed in his heart: "Where's that scarf? You didn't weave it yourself, did you?"

Some things should be explained directly.

He doesn't like to play around with people, especially Song Yushang still wants to curry favor with him.

If he exposes Song Yushang, the one who will lose face will only be Song Yushang.

Otherwise, Song Yushang would dare to use this method to fool him next time.

Song Yushang's eyes dodged for a moment: "I did make that scarf myself, Mr. Feng, why did you ask this?"

Old Man Feng felt cold in his heart. Nan Xia just took a look at the scarf and said that the knitting method was wrong, which shows how rough the scarf is.

The designer also pointed out the problem directly.

Song Yushang still refused to admit it.

"It was still discovered." Song Yushang wrinkled his nose, looking a little aggrieved: "I also want to weave a beautiful scarf for you, but I didn't expect it to be too difficult."

Old Man Feng looked at her coldly: "What do you mean?"

Song Yushang took out his phone and opened a photo. There were dozens of gray scarves on it, but they all looked horrible.

She sighed: "I wanted to knit a scarf a long time ago, but all failed. Finally, I had no choice but to buy a scarf knitting machine."

"I also think this scarf is too ugly. I'd better knit another one for you when my technique is a little better."

Old man Feng noticed that there were some new needle holes in her hands.

He is a little confused.

Could it be that he wronged Song Yushang?

"Forget it, as long as you have the heart, you don't have to worry about it in the future." Old Master Feng waved his hand.

Song Yushang said with a smile: "I heard that the Gu family has a Glycine pill in their hands, which is specially used to treat diabetes. I just happen to have a little friendship with them, and I will help you get it when the time comes."

Old Man Feng's eyes were deep: "Do you have a solution?"

"Although the medicine is precious, it is dead after all. I will try my best to buy it." Song Yushang was full of confidence.

Old Master Feng's expression has eased a lot, Song Yushang is so filial, he really misunderstood her earlier.