Married by Ivan Vane, the bride who was snatched

Chapter 327 Marry Me (3)

Then the phone rang again, and he called again.

He frowned and picked up the phone to connect, his low and hoarse voice revealed impatience, "Hello..."

"Yue Ming," Wang Cuiqin's panicked voice came, "It's not good, something happened to Zhishui, and Zhishui committed suicide by cutting his wrist, come here quickly!"

"Cutting wrists?" Feng Yueming was somewhat familiar with this word.

"Yue Ming, you haven't come to see Zhishui these days. Zhishui is in a bad mood, and she doesn't come out after shutting herself in the room. Just now when I opened the door and entered, I found that Zhishui had cut her wrist. She bled a lot. Blood, Yueming, come here quickly, don't provoke Zhishui anymore, I believe that as long as you are willing to come and see her and accompany her, she will be fine."

Feng Yueming's face was expressionless, and her thin lips were covered with frost, "She cut her wrist, so go to the doctor directly, what's the use of looking for me?"

Wang Cuiqin over there sucked directly, completely unexpected that Feng Yueming would say such a thing.

"Yueming, how could you treat Zhishui like this? Have you forgotten that Zhishui once saved your life? She is your savior! Besides, if there is an accident in Zhishui, who will detoxify your body? There will be danger, you and Zhishui are bound together."

Feng Yueming paused for two seconds, and then said, "From now on, I don't need her blood anymore."

"What Yueming, you don't want to die? Why? Could it be because of Mi Zhenglin?"

Feng Yueming gently closed her eyes, and Jun's face showed struggle and pain. Su Zhishui had saved his life, and he couldn't let her have an accident, but Mi Zhenglin was Mi Yao's father. He protected Su Zhishui like this and treated Mi Yao Yao is too cruel, since Mi Yao said to take his life, then he will take his life for his life.

If he died, she could be happy.

"Yue Ming, don't speak angry anymore. Have you forgotten your country's hatred and family hatred? The position of president belongs to your father. Huangfu Jiang committed a heinous crime. He ruined your family. Don't you want to take revenge? Son of man, how can you live only for yourself?"

Feng Yueming clenched the steering wheel tightly, the veins on his hands were beating ferociously.

At this time, there was a series of messy footsteps on the other end of the phone, and a doctor's voice came, "The patient has lost a lot of blood, and we need to give her a blood transfusion immediately, but the patient has HR type blood, which is very rare. Our hospital There is no stock here, please find a way immediately to see if there is someone with the same blood type as her for transfusion."

Wang Cuiqin's voice became anxious, "HR blood type, where can I find someone with this blood type?"

"I remember that Mi Yao seems to have this blood type." Su Fu said suddenly.

"Yueming," Wang Cuiqin seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, she quickly said to Feng Yueming, "Do you know where Mi Yao is now, she has the same blood type as Zhishui, can she give Zhishui a blood transfusion?"

Miyao...

Feng Yueming looked sideways at Mi Yao in the western restaurant, he knew she had HR type blood, because she had cut her wrists before and had blood transfusions.

He just hung up the phone.

……

It is said that when people are in a bad mood, eating some desserts will make them feel better. Mi Yao found that it worked, because she already felt much better after eating half a piece of dessert.

At this time, her slender white wrist suddenly clasped a big palm, and a familiar deep voice sounded above her head, "Mi Yao, come with me!"

Before Mi Yao could react, she had already been pulled up.

"Feng Yueming, what are you doing?" Huangfu Jianchen stopped Feng Yueming at this moment.

Li Qianrui got up quickly, and she looked at Feng Yueming who suddenly entered, "Hey, Feng Shuai, what on earth do you want to do, why do you still pester Yaoyao? Isn't it enough to have Su Zhishui by your side?"

Feng Yueming ignored Li Qianrui, he looked directly at Huangfu Jianchen, "Get out of the way!"

"I won't let it, Feng Yueming, you have shielded Su Zhishui and we haven't settled accounts with you yet, you still have the face to appear in front of us, let Yao Yao go quickly!"

After finishing speaking, Huangfu Jianchen punched Feng Yueming's handsome face with a fist.

Feng Yueming avoided it flexibly, his eyes were darkened, "Jian Chen, are you sure you want to fight me? You can't beat me."

"Whether you can beat it or not, you will know if you try it!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At this moment, Mi Yao said, "Jian Chen, don't fight, get out of the way, I'll just go with him."

"Yaoyao!" Huangfu Jianchen and Li Qianrui said at the same time.

"Don't worry, now that I don't have anything, Feng Shuai won't gain anything from drawing pictures on me. Of course, if he wants to touch me, I will bite my tongue and kill myself immediately. I believe Feng Shuai is not interested in corpses."

Feng Yueming's expression was calm, he dragged Mi Yao away.

……

In the luxury car, Mi Yao was stuffed into the passenger seat.

Feng Yueming turned back to the driver's seat, he turned around and wanted to fasten Mi Yao's seat belt.

"I'll do it myself, Feng Shuai, you just need to stay away from me, you smell like my father's blood, and you will feel bad when you get close to me." Mi Yao calmly put on the safety strap. bring.

Feng Yueming froze, he looked at her delicate face as big as a palm, and she also looked at him with cold and mocking eyes.

He withdrew his hand and drove.

The two of them didn't speak any more along the way, and the luxury car soon arrived at the gate of the hospital.

In the corridor, Mi Yao walked past with Feng Yueming, and Wang Cuiqin was the first to greet her, "Yueming, you brought Mi Yao here, that's great, my family Zhishui is saved."

Mi Yao glanced forward, the operating room was in front, Su Fu leaned against the wall on one side and did not move, he looked at her quietly.

This is the second time Mi Yao sees Su Fu. She feels that this man is very quiet in front of her and doesn't talk much, but she doesn't know if it's an illusion. She always feels that his eyes are always on her. There is no sense of good or evil, just...a lot of content.

"What do you mean?" Mi Yao hooked the corners of her lips, and her gaze shifted from Wang Cuiqin's face to Feng Yueming's, "Let me take a guess, Su Zhishui entered the operating room? Could it be...suicide again this time?" ?”

"Mi Yao, don't gloat!"

"Heh, I really don't think Su Zhishui should go into the operating room. What she should go into is... the psychiatrist's office."

"You!" Wang Cuiqin gritted her teeth, but she quickly laughed, "Mi Yao, you still don't know why Yueming brought you here, because my family Zhishui cut his wrist and bled a lot, your blood types are the same, both HR, now you go in and give my Zhishui blood transfusion."

Blood transfusion?

After figuring out the reason, Mi Yao burst out laughing with a "poof". She turned around and sat down on the bench in the corridor. You just killed my daddy in a few days, and now you want my blood, I'm really curious if you will have nightmares at night?"

(End of this chapter)