Wen Qiao was calm and composed: "That depends on what you say. Maybe I will believe it."
An aura of a duel between masters spread between the two people.
He Xihuai took out a cigarette and said, "Do you mind if I smoke?"
"Please."
He Xihuai leisurely lit a cigarette, and with smoke curling around him, he smiled slightly: "If I say that I admire you very much and want you to take my place, would you believe me?"
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "What are you kidding?"
"No kidding."
Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Then you'd better give up this idea as soon as possible. I won't get entangled with you. So, if I say this, will you take back all the blood?"
"That won't happen. Since I gave you the list, I know that you will definitely get those things through your own efforts in time. Why should I be the bad guy?"
Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.
This is totally unlike something He Xihuai would say.
Why be a bad person
He has never been a good person.
"Besides making me your heir, is there anything else I can do for you? I don't take your money for nothing."
He Xihuai tapped the ash from his cigarette and asked, "What do you think you can do for me?"
Wen Qiao crossed his long legs and said lazily, "The production of my entertainment company can be transferred to your company. You can choose whatever you want."
He Xihuai laughed out loud, and seemed to be choked by the smoke. Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes: "Very funny?"
He Xihuai nodded: "It's really funny. I'm just playing around with the entertainment company. Do you think I really expect Huaihe Company to make money?"
Wen Qiao: "Then if Mr. He needs anything, just tell me."
He Xihuai waved his hand: "Except for you to be my heir, I have no other request. If you can't agree, then go away. Just think of it as me doing all this for you in vain. I will bear the loss."
It was a cloudy day outside the window, and the dim light enveloped him. Wen Qiao couldn't see the true or false expression on his face for a moment.
Is He Xihuai the one who suffers a loss
He now seems to be more ferocious than before, and he is definitely not someone who will suffer in vain.
Heir
She? Wen Qiao? How could she be his heir? He had a lot of people like him, so he shouldn't have chosen her.
But she couldn't find anything wrong at the moment.
My uncle checked again and there was indeed no problem with the blood. I'll just consider it as she owes He Xihuai a favor, and she'll just pay it back to him if he needs her in the future.
One month later, Jun He's indicators all met the requirements for blood donation.
Everything Wen Qiao needed was ready.
Su Ce and Fu Nanli were both very nervous, worried that something unexpected might happen during the operation.
Wen Qiao was in a very calm mood and just left everything to fate. Because of Fu Nanli, she lived a few more years and her life was very colorful during those years.
She felt that was enough.
If anything unexpected happened during the operation, she felt that she would have no regrets.
Su Ce performed the surgery personally. Fu Nanli was standing outside the operating room. Qin Bei knew that although his young master looked calm and composed, he was more panicked than ever inside.
Fu Nanli was scared, more scared than anyone else. He couldn't imagine what kind of life he would live like a walking corpse after losing Wen Qiao.
Without her, his life would be dark.
This is a difficult operation, involving blood and bone marrow replacement, and the surgery is extremely delicate. If something goes wrong or if incompatibility or rejection occurs, an emergency will have to be entered.
(End of this chapter)