"Thank you for your gift."

After taking the tip, Yang Lian said, and immediately got into the car.

On the roadside, more and more crowds gather, and if you don’t leave, it may cause trouble.

As for the tips, Yang Lian had long forgotten about it after putting them in his pocket.

Yang Lian has many suitors, including some rich young masters, leaders in their respective industries, and some new stars in the army. Therefore, Yang Lian would not take Ye Mo as an ordinary person to heart.

"Can you save her? It depends on whether she has grasped it."

Watching Yang Lian's car go away, Ye Mo smiled faintly.

Inside the treasure bag was a Tianyang Talisman. On the back of the Tianyang Talisman was Ye Mo's contact number.

Originally, Ye Mo wanted to give this gift to Lele for self-defense. As for the number, Ye Mo specially wrote it on it. If Lele accidentally gets lost one day, he can contact him through the number.

Just now, Ye Mo noticed the cold air on Yang Lian’s neck amulet and sent the Tianyang Talisman out.

"A Tianyang Talisman, if you want to suppress the resentful souls in the Buddha's plaque, it's far from enough. If you have the fate, you can save it. If you have no fate, you can't save it."

Ye Mo returned to the car.

Originally, he realized that the resentful soul existed and wanted to go over and get rid of it.

But when approaching Yang Lian, Ye Mo discovered that the resentful soul on the amulet had traces of being raised.

Since that was the case, Ye Mo put down his thoughts.

If you plant melons and get melons and get beans, you will get beans. If you can become like this, Yang Lian also has the responsibility.

Whether she can be free from her resentful soul depends entirely on whether she wants to.

Ye Mo, but I would like to mention it a little.

Rumble...

The Mercedes-Benz roared and drove towards Taifeng Building.

On the 15th floor of Taifeng Building, Ye Mo arrived here soon.

The elevator door slowly opened, and the purpose was to enter was a glass door. There was a front desk inside, and some Chinese herbal medicines carved from wood were placed on the table.

There is a plaque on the wall with four big words "Kangmo Medical".

The font is flying and flying, Ye Mo probably said that it should be written by Song Qingsong.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Seeing someone coming in, the front desk lady immediately stood up and asked politely at Ye Mo.

She was wearing black work clothes and black stockings on her legs, and she had a very good figure.

Although this company belongs to Ye Mo, Ye Mo is just behind the scenes.

The company's boss is Song Qingsong, so the company's employees do not know Ye Mo.

"I'll find Song Qingsong."

Ye Mo said.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll ask."

The front desk lady picked up the phone and called Song Qingsong's office.

"Okay, I get it, Mr. Song."

The front desk lady spoke repeatedly and looked at Ye Mo curiously:

"Old Mr. Song said, come and pick you up now."

The front desk lady was very puzzled. Song Qingsong was the company boss and the number one miracle doctor in Haicheng. Even if the big guys in Haicheng came over, they had to wait for the work to finish, and then respectfully went to Song Qingsong's office by himself.

But what is the young man in front of him? Song Qingsong actually came to pick him up in person.

The more she thought about it, the less she understood.

"Doctor Ye, you are here!"

A respectful voice sounded, and Song Qingsong walked over in white robe:

"Doctor Ye, please come here!"

Song Qingsong looked red and looked very energetic, although his face was old.

He was ahead and led the way for Ye Mo.

After a while, the two of them came to an office.

The office is large, with desks, bookshelfs, coffee machines, sofas, etc.

"Doctor Ye, please sit down!"
Chapter completed!