The boss of the empire was blown up by me

"It's cool to pull it out, it's not me."

"..."

"..."

Yan Xijing had never seen a woman more vulgar and brazen than An Xiaoqi.

He was about to be laughed out of anger, "Aren't you the one who instigated her to sell the copyright of "Wangchuan" in public?"

An Xiaoqi almost died of laughter when she heard this, she grabbed Xi Jue Zhan's arm and pushed her head out of his armpit.

"Yan Jiuye, this is not the old age when women needed foot wraps to survive, your gender discrimination really makes you lose your price.

Sister Mo's pursuit of her own ideals is called showing her face?A woman like Wen Shuning who played and sang, wasn't she an escort in brothels in ancient times?

Your double standard is too powerful.Sister Mo is not your accessory, why do you want to imprison her thoughts and freedom? "

Yan Xijing's chest hurt from choking on An Xiaoqi's words, and he was unable to refute for a moment.

At this time, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and a hurried nurse came out from inside:
"The patient is bleeding heavily, and the child must be lost. Our hospital's blood bank is not enough. Which of you has Rh-negative blood?"

Of the three people present, Zhan Xijue's blood type is Rhnull, the rarest golden blood in the world, Yan Xijing's blood type is O, and the perfect match is An Xiaoqi.

An Xiaoqi said to the nurse, "I am."

The nurse glanced at her, and her eyes flashed with astonishment. She was really pretty, but she was a little thinner.

"Can you do it? Do you usually have hypoglycemia or anemia?"

Even if there is, when life is at stake, An Xiaoqi has to say no.

She said: "There is no problem with pumping 400CC."

The nurse hesitated: "The patient needs 500CC."

An Xiaoqi snorted, "Then let's smoke."

After finishing speaking, she was about to go to draw blood with the nurse, and before she took a step, Zhan Xijue grabbed her arm: "What are you taking? Only your broken body can withstand tossing?"

After finishing speaking, he gave the nurse a cold look: "How long can the patient wait? Within 10 minutes, I will send someone to call the blood bank."

"Sorry, the patient can't wait that long."

Zhan Xijue: "..."

An Xiaoqi threw him away, and hurriedly said to the nurse, "Don't pay attention to him, go get the blood drawn."

Mo Nian's situation was very critical, and he really couldn't afford to delay, Zhan Xijue didn't insist anymore.

However, he still made a phone call and asked someone to send several units of Rh negative blood.

He planned to wait for An Xiaoqi to draw the blood, and then give her the transferred blood.

After making the phone call, he walked straight to the blood draw counter with his long legs.

When he arrived, he saw that An Xiaoqi had already rolled up her sleeves and handed her arm to the nurse.

Probably because she was afraid of pain, after she stretched out her arm, she glanced away her small face and didn't dare to look at it. Her brows were wrinkled, and she closed her eyes before the injection started.

Zhan Xijue admired her expression for a while from a distance of one meter, and walked forward quickly when the nurse tied a rubber band to her to tie her vein.

He has a strong aura, and he often has a stern face. The nurse trembled when he saw his hand, and An Xiaoqi yelled when he didn't tie it well.

"Ah, Miss Nurse, take it easy, I'm afraid of pain."

When she said this, she didn't dare to look at the needle, and her eye circles were a little red.

Seeing her appearance, Zhan Xijue raised his eyebrows: "You're so delicate!"

After he finished speaking, he pressed An Xiaoqi's head to his heart, and said to the nurse with a cold face: "If you don't do it well, your doctor's license will be revoked directly."

"..."

Five minutes later, An Xiaoqi felt a little top-heavy after drawing blood.

She had to rely on the strength of Zhan Xijue's arm to stand still.

An Xiaoqi's physique has been weak since she was a child, and she had a liver transplant five years ago, so her health is even worse.

With 500CC removed at once, An Xiaoqi was sweating profusely.

Her face was frighteningly pale, and she held Xijue Zhan's skirt: "Xijue Zhan, I'm dizzy, help me to the operating room."

She seldom called his name calmly, and she was not used to Zhan Xijue for a while.

He looked at her sweaty forehead and her pale, bloodless lips, and his heart twitched for no reason.

In the back of his mind, the dream that often troubled him recently flashed inexplicably—the dream that he collected An Xiaoqi's body and erected a monument for her in his husband's name.

Just looking at An Xiaoqi's weak appearance made him a little angry.

He hugged An Xiaoqi horizontally, and said harshly to her: "Next time try to be brave, give me a try!"

Although Mr. Zhan is very vicious and even sent someone to help Wen Shuning's ex on the way to the hospital, but right now she really needs Mr. Zhan.

Therefore, An Xiaoqi did not resist Zhan Xijue's move.

Not only did she not resist, but she also obediently lay on his heart, closed her eyes and rested for a while, and realized that the direction the man was holding her was not going to the operating room, so she hurriedly opened her mouth.

"Zhan Xijue, where are you taking me?"

"Take you for a blood transfusion."

An Xiaoqi didn't realize it: "What?"

Zhan Xijue carried her into the elevator, pressed the floor, looked down at her big black and white eyes, and patiently explained:

"I had someone transfer Rh-negative blood to the hospital, and it will arrive in about a quarter of an hour. Now I will take you to the ward, and the blood will be transfused when it arrives."

An Xiaoqi was a little surprised.

It's not Zhan Zhan's style to transfer her to the blood bank so kindly.

An Xiaoqi felt a little weird, but the reaction was not too big, and it only took a long time for her to say "oh".

Pursing his lips for a while, he really didn't think it through, so he asked Zhan Xijue: "Are you so kind?"

The corners of Zhan Xijue's lips curled up with interest, and he sneered, "Of course I don't have such good intentions. You are in such poor health that you are hospitalized every now and then. If you die from blood transfusion, I will have a bad reputation of being widowed at a young age. "

An Xiaoqi: "..."

This dog man has a really poisonous mouth!

An Xiaoqi didn't want him to hug her anymore.

She struggled to jump down from Zhan Xijue's arms, and re-pressed the floor where Mo Nian had surgery.

After pressing the floors, she sneered at Zhan Xijue: "Don't worry, I won't die even if you die, I have to live well and start my second spring!"

Hearing this, Zhan Xijue frowned, "Why do you only think about divorce all day long?"

"Mr. Zhan, why don't I get a divorce?" An Xiaoqi looked at him strangely, and asked slowly, "If you give me a reason not to get a divorce, I can also consider not getting a divorce."

reason?

Not wanting to leave is his reason now.

Zhan Xijue's face was gloomy and ugly, "I don't want to leave, that's my reason."

"Why don't you want to leave?

Although I had the audacity to force you to get married in the first place, in fact our marriage was in name only.

You don't love me, you don't like me, you don't like me, and you are entangled with your ex, Xiao Baihua...,
Four, you can't even talk about respect for me, let alone considerate care for me,

It is meaningless for us to consume each other like this except to increase resentment. Divorce is the best ending. "