Chapter 1160 Can’t Run

The door of Zhao's house opened, and there was a big and vicious wolf dog tied at the door.

The man who was holding a pole to beat them yesterday now had a hoe in his hand, and became even more aggressive. When he saw them, he immediately dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, stamped on it with his foot, and cursed: "What are you doing here again?"

Wen Qiao said quickly: "We were not sent here by Ren Chao. We came here just to find Zhao Xia. We have something very important that we want to talk to her about."

Zhao Gang swung his hoe: "He also said that he was not sent by Ren Chao. He was not sent by Ren Chao. How could you know his name?"

Wen Qiao was speechless: "Look at us, do you think Ren Chao's faction can touch us?"

Can Ren Chao, an electrician from a small village, hire giant Buddhas like Fu Nanli and his uncle? Just by looking at their appearance, you can tell that these two people have extraordinary status.

Sure enough, Zhao Gang looked at them for a while and found that these people, especially the three leaders, were very good-looking, and they looked very noble, not just ordinary rich people, so he put down his hoe and said: "What are you doing here? "

Wen Qiao hesitated: "We have to tell Zhao Xia, Zhao Xia is your sister, right?"

Zhao Gang looked her up and down: "What's wrong with my sister?"

“Can you ask her to come out and talk to us?

Zhao Gang still entered the courtyard. The courtyard of their Zhao family was quite deep. After a while, he saw a woman coming out of the main room. She looked quite young, about thirty, slightly fat, not bad looking, with nice eyebrows. Seeing that he was a bit aggressive, he went out and looked at Wen Qiao: "What's the matter with you?"

Standing behind her were her two brothers, who looked like the second generals of Hengha.

Wen Qiao licked the corner of her mouth and said directly: "That's it. I heard that Sister Zhao has rare rh-negative blood. Because I suffer from some diseases, I came to ask for blood from my sister. We don't want much, just six One hundred milliliters is enough.”

Zhao Xia raised her eyebrows, raised her eyes, and said in a high-octave voice: "What kind of negative blood, I don't even know what you are talking about."

They are backward here, and the folk customs are tough. They have never gone to the hospital to collect blood, nor have they had any serious problems and have not been to a big hospital. They just get medicines from small clinics in the village, not to mention rh negative blood, even abo blood type. No idea.

Wen Qiao said anxiously: "In short, you and I have the same blood type. Now I need your blood. Donating 600 ml will have little impact on your body, but it means something different to me."

Fu Nanli answered: "As long as you are willing to donate blood, no matter what you ask for, we will satisfy you."

This should be made very clear.

But I heard Zhao Xia shout loudly: "Do you want my blood? I've been stabbed a thousand times. I'm not dead yet, and you want my blood. Do you think I'm stupid? Without the blood, I will Can you still live?"

Wen Qiao knew that she was just a little ignorant, so he patiently explained: "Six hundred milliliters, you won't die, not only you won't die, just eat something good and replenish it, and you'll be back."

That family was from a village in the mountains, and no matter where they heard her 'quibbles', they all heard that she wanted their sister's blood, and every one of them came over to beat someone with a tool in hand.

Fu Nanli quickly pulled Wen Qiao away.

Another miserable morning.

After finally getting rid of the Zhao family, Wen Qiao almost lost all her strength. The look in Fu Nanli's eyes couldn't help but make her even more resentful. If he hadn't lost control last night, wouldn't she be able to run now?