The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

The white Rolls Royce was parked in front of the luxurious hotel, and he didn't need to look for it at all. When Cesare came to Paris, he would either stay here or this hotel.

He took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, and informed the other party concisely, "I'm outside the hotel door, Uncle Han Li is looking for you, come out immediately."

What it means for Han Li to find him is self-evident. If Hughes doesn't explain too much, César should also understand.

Sure enough, he soon heard the sound of the knife and fork being put down, and said in a low voice, "I have something to go to Hughes' house, you can go up by yourself after dinner, and I will be back at night."

Is he talking to... An Mo?

Hughes didn't interrupt, hung up the phone and waited for him to come down.

Sure enough, after waiting for 5 minutes, I saw him coming down from a distance. He was wearing a black coat, with a tall and straight figure, a cold temperament, and a handsome face, which was particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

Of course, Hughes' Rolls-Royce was also very conspicuous. César walked over straight, opened the door and got in the car.

"What Yinmei said is true?" César's eyes were full of cold light. The main reason why he refused blood transfusion was not because he was stimulated by Yinmei, but because he didn't believe this nonsensical explanation at all.

But if Han Li said that, it couldn't be true.

how so?What kind of messed up disease is that?

How could she be sick?

"I don't know." Hughes drove calmly, "The first thing Uncle Han Li asked was where are you."

César was silent, so she was sick for a day or two?

Damn it, the hand on his knee suddenly clenched into a fist, and the color of his eyes kept getting darker.

He couldn't figure it out, why should he come for a blood transfusion?

They are not bloody siblings, if they are siblings, they should die Gong Ziyi and Hughes go first, what is he?

"Don't think about it so much, just ask Uncle Han Li." Hughes couldn't figure out this question either. For some reason, he needed a blood transfusion, and he could use César.

After Han Li checked Shenmu, Nan Shu'er stayed by her side. She frowned and asked, "Do you want to inform Jin'er?"

Xia Jin has the right to know that her daughter is unconscious.

Han Li's hands paused for a moment before he said calmly, "I've already notified Boss Gong."

The boss of Gong he was talking about was Gong Shentuo.

"Aren't you going to tell Jin'er?" Her heart sank, the only reason she could think of not telling Xia Jin was that Mu Mu was too sick, "She will know sooner or later."

When the day she finds out, she still doesn't know how to get mad.

Han Li looked down at Shenmu on the bed, and didn't say a word. It was not up to him to tell Xia Jin whether to tell her, or her daughter or her husband should say it.

"Uncle Han." The footsteps stopped, Hughes' voice sounded at the door, and beside him stood a cold-looking César, "Ciselle is here."

"Blood drawing." Han Li looked at the girl on the hospital bed, without even raising his head, he uttered two words coldly.

With such an attitude, Nan Shu'er and Hughes looked at each other. It was too obvious. Han Li was very dissatisfied with César, although they didn't know why. Although Han Li was proud in his bones, he had always been a gentle gentleman. man.

Such obvious indifference and rejection are rarely seen in him.

"Why draw my blood?" César didn't care about his attitude, because in fact his own attitude was really not good, and he was also cold, "Give me a reason."

He's not a doctor, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have medical experience. Any junior high school student would know that a blood transfusion must match the blood type.

He believed in Han Li, but it didn't mean he didn't have to ask a word.

Blood transfusion, okay, tell him what happened to Gong Shenmu.

There was anger in Han Li's eyes, but he didn't show it. Reasons, where could he find so many reasons for him?

Damn it, he wished he could tell everything directly, instead of watching Mumu burn his own life little by little.

She is so young, all for this man.

If you want him a little blood, he dares to ask so many why. He never practiced violence, but now he really wants to beat someone.

Anger rolled in his chest, Han Li's gaze was as cold as a cold arrow, "Cesar, in a word, do you smoke or not?"

Mumu wanted his blood, and he had no right to refuse.

César lowered his eyes, he hadn't been in the mood to take care of his hair for a long time, so it looked very long, and he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly when he lowered his head slightly.

"You can take as much blood as you want, and tell me what happened to her." There was silence in the air, and he said in a low and deep voice, word by word, in the transparent air, it was extraordinarily clear.

The dark green eyes stared at Han Li's eyes, and the impenetrable gaze did not give him any chance to dodge.

Han Li's eyes flickered for a moment. Although it was only a flash, César still caught it keenly.

He pursed his lips and smiled sarcasticly. No one saw the panic in the deepest part of his eyes, "Don't tell me that she has some incurable disease."

This sentence came from his own mouth, and no one knew what weight of fear was weighing on his chest.

Han Li was guided by those eyes, and some words that were buried in his subconscious mind and would burst out of his body from time to time were transferred to his mouth...

"Who said that Mumu's illness can't be cured." An elegant and warm voice came from behind, and Yinmei squeezed unceremoniously from between Hughes and César, and walked into the room.

He looked at Han Li, and his whole body was like a spring breeze, "Godfather was joking, in this world, apart from things like AIDS, is there any disease that Dr. Han can't cure?"

Han Li looked at his meaningful eyes, and all the words were forced back into his throat.

Not to mention whether there is a disease that he can't cure, the premise is that Mu Mu's disease is not a disease at all, and there is no way to cure it.

Yinmei smiled gently and charmingly, "Doctor Han, I've known you for a long time, I'm Yinmei."

His posture was humble, full of the appearance of a sensible and good young man. It was the first time Han Li saw him, but he almost guessed that it was him. This face could be used as a sign.

Han Li's face straightened for a moment. Others thought that Mumu was with Yinmei, but he knew that was not the case, so he just glanced at him casually, shifted his gaze, and landed on César again.

"She needs constant blood transfusions, so Cesar, what she needs is a blood bank."

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