Chapter 1419 It’s He Xihuai’s Blood

Fu Nanli hugged the person into his arms: "It's a dream, just a dream. Don't think too much."

Wen Qiao said dullly: "Yeah."

After that, I couldn't sleep anymore.

After breakfast, Fu Nanli personally sent the person home.

Wen Qiao didn't dare to tell others for a while, fearing that his family would be worried and that his uncle would fall into another kind of torture.

After thinking about it, she sent a message to He Xihuai.

"Where?"

"Huaihe." The other side replied quickly.

Wen Qiao immediately drove there and arrived at Huaihe Company. Theresa greeted him respectfully into the office.

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

Wen Qiao said coldly: "No need for anything."

After the door closed, Wen Qiao walked to He Xihuai's desk. The man put out the cigarette in his hand: "It's early in the morning. Is there anything important, Miss Wen?"

Wen Qiao lazily sat in the chair, his long legs crossed, and his momentum was not lost.

"Do you know if there will be any side effects if I do a blood transfusion?" she asked tentatively.

He Xihuai smiled: "Your uncle is the world's top famous doctor. If you have questions about this, why don't you ask him? I'm not a doctor, so I don't know."

Wen Qiao's cold eyes roamed his face, as if trying to find the loopholes in his words.

"The last three bloods were provided by you. I don't know who the three of them are."

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

Wen Qiao chuckled softly: "I just ask you, who was the last person to donate blood to me."

He Xihuai raised his eyebrows; "You ask me, do you have to answer? Even if Miss Wen has the support of the Fu family, she doesn't need to be so condescending in front of me. I, He Xihuai, am not afraid of the Fu family."

A cold light flashed in Wen Qiao's eyes, this He Xihuai was making mud for her.

Wen Qiao stood up coldly, and He Xihuai smiled coquettishly: "Are you leaving just now?"

"Mr. He is uncooperative inside and outside his words. I can't ask you anything. Are you just here to have lunch?"

"It's not bad to have lunch. Our company's work meals are also famous in the industry. Many people want to come in for work meals but can't."

Wen Qiao chuckled and walked out, holding the golden door handle in his hand.

"It's my blood." A man's deep voice came from behind.

Wen Qiao's face suddenly darkened, he let go of the doorknob, and looked back. It was a cloudy day and the light was dim. He was sitting with his backlight, and he seemed to be smiling. His smile was so cold that it made Wen Qiao shudder.

She walked over and confirmed: "What did you say?"

"I said, the last tube of blood is mine. I can be considered your savior after all."

For a moment, Wen Qiao's mind felt like it was exploding, and he was unable to think calmly and rationally.

"Your blood type is the same as mine?"

"Of course, why else do you think I would bother collecting so many people with rare blood types? That information is difficult to collect."

"Why didn't you tell me in advance?" Wen Qiao clenched his fists, and the anger bursting out of his eyes would scare anyone who saw it, except He Xihuai.

He was still smiling, holding the newly lit cigarette in his slender fingers, with the word "fear" written all over his body.

"Tell you in advance? Why? If I tell you in advance, won't you accept my blood?"

Wen Qiao said quietly, to be fair, it seemed that even if she knew it was He Xihuai's blood, she would still choose to have surgery.

After all, she didn't have a God's perspective, so she didn't know that she would become a little strange after the operation.