Fu Nanli held people in his arms: "it''s a dream. It''s just a dream. Don''t think about it too much."


    "Well," said Joe


    And then there was no sleep.


    After breakfast, Fu Nanli personally took the people home.


    Wenqiao did not dare to talk to others for a moment. He was afraid that his family would worry and that his brother-in-law would fall into another kind of torture.


    Thinking about it, she sent a message to he xihuai.


    "Where is it?"


    "Huaihe." It''s going back very quickly over there.


    Wenqiao immediately drove to Huaihe company, and Teresa respectfully welcomed the people to the office.


    "What would you like to drink, Miss Wen?"


    "Nothing," wenjo said coldly


    The door closed, Wenqiao went to he xihuai''s desk, the man put out the cigarette in his hand: "big morning, Miss Wen, what''s the matter?"


    Wenjo sat lazily in his chair, his long legs overlapping, and he didn''t lose half a point in momentum.


    "Do you know what the sequelae will be if I change my blood?" She asked tentatively.


    He xihuai laughed: "your uncle, the world''s top famous doctor, you have questions about this, why don''t you ask him? I''m not a doctor. I don''t know. "


    Wenqiao''s cold and thin eyes lingered on his face, as if trying to find the loopholes in his words.


    "The last three blood, which you provided, I don''t know who they are."


    "What? Do you have any sequelae now? " He xihuai asked.


    Wenqiao whispered: "I only ask you, who is the last one to donate blood to me."


    He xihuai raised his eyebrows. "Do you have to answer me when you ask? Even if Miss Wen has the support of the Fu family, she doesn''t need to be so condescending in front of me. I''m not afraid of the Fu family to celebrate xihuai. "


    Wenqiao''s eyes flashed with cold light, and he xihuai was giving her some mud.


    Wenqiao cold rise, he xihuai smile romantic: "just came to leave?"


    "Mr. He doesn''t cooperate with each other. I can''t find out anything. Will he stay here for lunch?"


    "Lunch is also good. Our company''s working meal is also famous in the industry. Many people want to come in and have a working meal, but they can''t eat it."


    Wenjo went out with a soft, golden doorknob in his hand.


    "It''s my blood." Behind him came the deep voice of the man.


    Wenqiao''s face suddenly sank, released the door handle, looked back, overcast day, the light was dim, he sat in the backlight, seemed to be smiling, smiling cold, let Wenqiao have the feeling of shivering.


    She went over and confirmed, "what did you say?"


    "I said, the last tube of blood is mine, how can I count as your Savior?"


    For a moment, wenjo''s brain seemed to explode, unable to think calmly and rationally.


    "Your blood type is the same as mine?"


    "Naturally, why do you think I would bother to collect so many rare blood types? It''s hard to collect that information. "


    "Why didn''t you tell me in advance?" Wenqiao clenched his fist, and the anger burst out of his eyes. Anyone who saw it would be frightened, except he xihuai.


    He was still smiling. The cigarette he had just lit was stuck in his long finger, and all over his body he wrote, "there is no fear in my dictionary.".


    "Tell you in advance? Why? If I told you in advance, would you not accept my blood? "


    Wenjone said, to be fair, it seems that even if she knew he xihuai''s blood, she would still choose to have surgery.


    After all, she doesn''t have God''s perspective. She doesn''t know that after the operation, she will become a little strange.