Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me - Chapter 1419

Chapter 1419 is the blood of He Xihuai

Fu Nanli held the person in his arms: “It’s a dream, just a dream, don’t think too much.”

Wen Qiao said dullly: “Yeah.”

After that, I lost sleep.

After breakfast, Fu Nanli personally sent the people home.

Wen Qiao did not dare to talk to others for a while, fearing that his family would worry, and that his uncle would fall into another kind of torture.

Thinking about it, she sent a message to He Xihuai.

“where is it?”

“Huaihe.” He returned quickly over there.

Wen Qiao immediately drove there and arrived at Huaihe Company. Tereza respectfully welcomed the person to the office.

“What does Miss Wen want to drink?”

Wen Qiao said coldly: “Nothing is needed.”

The door was closed, Wen Qiao walked to He Xihuai’s desk, and the man squeezed out the cigarette in his hand: “In the morning, is there anything important for Miss Wen?”

Wen Qiao sat lazily in the chair, with long legs overlapping, not losing a point in his momentum.

“Do you know that if I changed my blood, do I have any sequelae?” she asked tentatively.

He Xihuai smiled: “Your uncle, the world’s top doctor, why don’t you ask him if you have any questions? I’m not a doctor, so I don’t know.”

Wen Qiao’s cool eyes patrolled 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 said softly: “I only ask you, who was the last person to donate blood to me.”

He Xihuai raised his eyebrows; “Do you have to answer when you ask? Even if Miss Wen has the Fu family backing, she doesn’t need to be so condescending in front of me. He Xihuai is not afraid of the Fu family.”

A cold light flashed in Wen Qiao’s eyes, this He Xihuai was giving her mud.

Wen Qiao stood up coldly, He Xihuai smiled happily: “Will you just leave?”

“Mr. He doesn’t cooperate with what he said, I can’t ask anything, do you want to have lunch here?”

“Lunch is not bad. Our company’s working meals are also well-known in the industry. Many people want to come in for working meals but can’t eat them.

Wen Qiao let out a soft voice and walked out, holding the golden doorknob in his hand.

“It’s my blood.” The man’s low voice came from behind.

Wen Qiao’s face suddenly sank, released the doorknob, and looked back. It was cloudy and the light was dim. He was sitting in the backlit, and seemed to be smiling. The smile was cold, which made Wen Qiao shudder.

She walked over and confirmed it again: “What did you say?”

“I said, the last tube of blood belongs to me, so how can I be regarded as your savior.”

For a while, Wen Qiao’s mind seemed to explode, unable to think calmly and rationally.

“Your blood type is the same as mine?”

“Naturally, otherwise, why do you think I bother to collect so many people with rare blood types? Those data are difficult to collect.”

“Why didn’t you tell me in advance?” Wen Qiao clenched his fists, his eyes bursting with anger. Anyone who saw it would panic, except He Xihuai.

He was still smiling, the cigarette he had just lit was caught in his slender fingers, and he wrote ‘I’m not afraid of these two words in my dictionary’ all over his body.

“Tell you in advance? Why? Tell you in advance, will you not accept my blood?”

Wen Qiao said, in all fairness, it seemed that even if she knew it was He Xihuai’s blood, she would still choose to have surgery.

After all, she does not have a God’s perspective, and she does not know that after the operation, she will become a little strange.

(End of this chapter)