How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1201 Xia Huanxi Business Chapter 389 You shouldn't let me down, Huan'er.

Saying that, Wei Wei looked sideways at Xia Huan: "Hello! What blood type?"

Xia Huan was still immersed in grief and anger, glaring at him bitterly, without speaking.

Xishang's eyes brightened slightly, and he answered for her lightly: "O-type, what's wrong?"

What else?

Liang Musheng looked at him sarcastically, he even asked Xia Huan what blood type, what else could he think?

The finger holding the cigarette waved and stretched out, and hooked Xia Huan: "Come here, your man has shed so much blood on you, it's reasonable and reasonable, you should contribute some, right?"

Big head on you.

Xia Huan tried her best to hide her arms in her bosom, and stared at him with red eyes: "I think you are beautiful!"

She hasn't accused him of any crime yet, and he has the face to ask her to give him a blood transfusion.

Liang Musheng was smoking a cigarette in a leisurely manner, and squinted at the nurse next to him: "What are you doing in a daze? Go, get ready, and draw blood on the spot to replenish the strength of our president Xi."

The nurse didn't dare to say anything, and obediently went out to prepare the equipment.

Xia Huan looked in disbelief at Xishang, who had remained tacit from the beginning to the end: "Are you deaf or dumb? Didn't you hear what he said just now? I don't draw blood! I'm afraid of pain!"

Most importantly, why give him the blood that her bone marrow painstakingly produced?
Xishang spread his hands, with a helpless expression on his face: "He Liang Mu gave birth to this hospital, what can I do?"

Xia Huan was choked in his trachea and almost passed out.

Wolf, embarrassment, for, rape!

……

The night outside gradually melted, and the sky became hazy white.

The view from the top floor of the hospital is very good. Lying on the bed, you can have a panoramic view of most of Liangcheng. In the refreshing morning breeze of early autumn, it looks like a gorgeous empty city.

The blood goes out of the body without much feeling.

Xishang didn't know what he was thinking, he was fiddling with the blood transfusion thread with his fingers, staring at the thin red line with burning eyes, as if he wanted to count every cell in the blood that entered his body from her blood vessels.

The cell phone rang suddenly at this moment.

Xia Huan glanced at the caller ID, and his eyebrows jumped for no reason.

Ever since they met in that situation at Zhao Lingfei's apartment that night, they hadn't contacted each other again. She had thought about it several times, but she still didn't know how to face such a master who was almost completely unfamiliar.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally dialed to answer: "Master, Master..."

After more than ten seconds of silence, a very light and soft sigh came: "You shouldn't let me down, Huan'er."

At this point in time, Chu Ci was already on the plane to Gucheng.

Xia Huan lowered her head, feeling sad suddenly, but she didn't know whether it was because of Chu Ci, Chu Shishi, or herself.

"I like you very much, you know that?"

"..."

"I like you very much, not because you saved me, but because when you appeared in front of me that day, the sky was very blue and clean, but it was not as beautiful and clean as your eyes. It's a pity, why do you always let me down? Woolen cloth?"

"Master..."

"In my world, people who let me down have never been tolerated. Huan'er, it's time for me to take back your life."

She didn't mention how she patiently helped her get through that period of insomnia that was worse than death, she didn't mention how she took her to the Chu family to eat and sleep to find support, and she didn't mention how gently and meticulously she taught her to learn painting. Teach her the life principles that penetrate the soul.

What she needs is not her guilt.

(End of this chapter)