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

Nan Shu'er frowned. She knew Han Li better than the juniors here, so he took it for granted.

What does the blood bank mean? Of course she is very clear. If Shenmu needs to draw blood continuously, then César needs to continuously provide blood.

But why César?There is no reason for this.

Han Li had no intention of explaining.

blood bank?

César frowned, there was only one thought in her mind, would she die?

"Do you want him to give her blood transfusion for the rest of his life?" An angry female voice came from behind, and there was the sound of the wheelchair sliding, and everyone in the room looked up.

An Mo blushed and looked at them angrily, as if they had done something outrageous.

César looked at An Mo coldly, then glanced at the young man who brought her up, he was from the Mafia, "Who told you to come here?"

The tone was cold, and there was no sense of welcome at all.

There was grievance on An Mo's face, "You can't promise them to be a blood bank for Gongshen Mu, then won't you be on call in the future? I don't agree?"

Before Cesare could speak, Han Li's extremely indifferent voice sounded, "Who told you to come here? Get out!"

Han Li rarely used the word "roll".

An Mo was a little embarrassed. She pulled César's sleeve and looked at him pitifully, "Let's go, shall we?"

César raised his head and said calmly, "Uncle Han Li, she is my girlfriend, if I can be here, why can't she."

According to Han Li's temper, if Mumu didn't need a blood transfusion, he would have kicked these two out together right now!

An eyesore here.

girlfriend? !

The chill on Han Li's face deepened, and the smile in Yin Mei's eyes deepened.

"Blood transfusion." Two words, he didn't want to say any extra words now.

An Mo began to interject again, "No, why did you draw Cesare's blood, the second young lady has so many brothers and sisters," she shifted her gaze to Yin Mei, "Brother, why do you take his blood for granted?"

It's okay to have a blood transfusion, not once, but why do they take it for granted, as if César owed that woman.

The blood bank, isn't that just being on call and serving her at any time?How can this be?

Han Li's brows and eyes were cold, "Hughes, I don't want to see her, so invite her out."

He was very polite without saying a word.

An Mo grabbed César's hand even harder, and she said in a low voice, "You promised me that you would not abandon me."

Shu'er has been sitting beside Shenmu, without making a sound, until then, she raised her eyes and glanced at the woman in the wheelchair, "Hughes, invite Miss Dongfang to the living room, Mumu is sick, Don't make any noise."

The voice was calm and gentle, but irresistible.

An Mo bit her lip, her eyes were full of reluctance, she didn't like to see César and Gong Shenmu together, even if she was unconscious.

"Ceser, no matter what, draw blood first to wake Mumu up. As for the future, let's wait until she wakes up. Even if your childhood sweethearts are not together, you won't be so unfeeling, right?"

Her attitude was completely different from Han Li's, but she said every word without leaving any room for César to refuse.

An Mo lowered her eyebrows and said, "I'll wait for him here, Mrs. Wenlk, please rest assured, I won't make any noise."

Shu'er glanced at her lightly, but didn't make a sound, which meant she didn't object.

"Han Li, draw this tube of blood first, so that Mumu can wake up."

Han Li silently took out the syringe from the medicine box, and Hughes gave César a push, "I don't care what kind of temper you have, if you piss off my mommy, your daddy will break your leg."

César walked over silently and sat down on the chair next to Shenmu's bed. The cuffs on his wrists were rolled up automatically, allowing Han Li to take out the needle and inject the needle into his blood vessel.

He deliberately didn't look at the woman lying on the bed.

After about ten minutes, no one spoke in the entire bedroom, and it was so quiet that breathing could be heard.

The eyelashes moved very slightly, and the first consciousness that came into my mind was the weakness of the whole body, as if I had slept for 100 years...

Open your eyes, the ceiling is fairly familiar.

"It's really so effective?" Hughes' unbelievable voice sounded from the side, "Mumu, how do you feel?"

Reaching out to touch her forehead subconsciously, she moved her head casually, and unexpectedly saw César's quiet face.

He was staring at her, motionless.

She sat up immediately, staring at César in a daze, her eyes wide open.

At this moment, his heart was moved by her eyes.

With black hair, fair face, and eyes full of confusion and uneasiness, he even subconsciously wanted to rush up and hug her fiercely.

Yinmei came over calmly, took the time to caress her forehead, and asked gently, "Mumu, is there any discomfort?" After a pause, she continued to smile slightly, "Just now Caesar Er helped you transfuse a lot of blood, and I still don’t thank him.”

The word blood transfusion clearly entered her mind. She raised her eyes and looked into Yin Mei's eyes. He was smiling, but there was some emotion in the smile that only she could understand.

César looked at them looking at each other in front of his eyes, with an affectionate look, and he couldn't help but think that she just woke up and recognized the wrong person, so she looked at him with those eyes.

Ah.

Turning around to leave, An Mo watched his movements with a joyful smile on his face.

Shenmu subconsciously followed his figure, but immediately saw the woman sitting in the wheelchair, her already tired eyes dimmed.

"Stop," Han Li became angry when he saw César walking towards An Mo, and immediately shouted coldly, "Didn't you hear what I just said? What she needs is a blood bank, you can't leave now .”

Before Shenmu and César could react, An Mo said angrily, "Doctor Han, don't you think you're going too far? César is the godfather of the mafia. How many things does he have to do every day?" Do you face unknown dangers at any time, when he is a blood bank, you only worry about Miss Gong Er, don't you worry about whether something will happen to him?"

When Yin Mei heard this, she glanced at her younger sister, and then at Shenmu who was sitting quietly, the corners of her lips curved into a smile that was not a smile.

Her expression was very calm, from her face to her eyes, there was a silent but dripping sadness.

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