Fu Nanli hugged the person in his arms: "It's just a dream, it's just a dream, don't think too much about it."
Wen Qiao said sullenly, "Yeah."
After that, I no longer felt sleepy.
After breakfast, Fu Nanli personally sent the person back home.
Wen Qiao didn't dare tell anyone for a moment, fearing that her family would worry and that her uncle would fall into another kind of torture.
After thinking it over, she sent a message to He Xihuai.
"Where?"
"Huaihe." The reply came back very quickly.
Wen Qiao drove there immediately and when he arrived at Huaihe Company, Theresa respectfully welcomed him to the office.
"What would you like to drink, Miss Wen?"
Wen Qiao said coldly: "Nothing is needed."
The door closed, and Wen Qiao walked to He Xihuai's desk. The man put out the cigarette in his hand and said, "Miss Wen, is there anything important to do so early in the morning?"
Wen Qiao lazily sat down in the chair, crossing his long legs, and his momentum was no less impressive.
"Do you know if there will be any side effects of my blood transfusion?" she asked tentatively.
He Xihuai smiled: "Your uncle is a world-class doctor. If you have any questions about this, why don't you ask him? I'm not a doctor, so I don't know."
Wen Qiao's cold eyes wandered over his face, as if trying to find loopholes in his words.
"The last three blood samples were provided by you. I don't know who these three people are."
"What's wrong? Do you have any sequelae now?" He Xihuai asked.
Wen Qiao chuckled: "I just want to ask you, who was the last person to donate blood to me."
He Xihuai raised his eyebrows; "Do I have to answer just because you ask me? Even if Miss Wen has the support of the Fu family, there is no need to be so condescending in front of me. I, He Xihuai, am not afraid of the Fu family."
There was a cold light in Wen Qiao's eyes. This He Xihuai was trying to smooth things over for her.
Wen Qiao stood up coldly, and He Xihuai smiled charmingly: "Are you leaving just after arriving?"
"Mr. He is not cooperating with me, so I can't get any information from him. Are you going to stay here and have lunch?"
"Lunch is not bad either. Our company's working lunch is well-known in the industry. Many people want to come in for working lunch but can't get one."
Wen Qiao chuckled softly, walked out, and held the golden door handle.
"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 back to the light and seemed to be smiling. His smile was so cold that it made Wen Qiao feel creepy.
She walked over and confirmed it: "What did you say?"
"I said, the last tube of blood is mine. I am your savior after all."
For a moment, Wen Qiao's mind seemed to explode and he was unable to think about the problem calmly and rationally.
"Your blood type is the same as mine?"
"Of course. Otherwise, why do you think I would bother collecting so many people with rare blood types? That information is very difficult to collect."
"Why didn't you tell me in advance?" Wen Qiao clenched his fists, and the anger bursting from his eyes would scare anyone who saw it, except He Xihuai.
He was still smiling, holding a lit cigarette between his slender fingers, and his whole body showed "There is no word fear in my dictionary."
"Tell you in advance? Why? If I tell you in advance, will you not accept my blood?"
Wen Qiao said, to be fair, even if she knew that it was He Xihuai's blood, she would still choose to have the surgery.
After all, she doesn't have a God's perspective, and she doesn't know if she will become a little strange after the operation.
(End of this chapter)