After wearing it for five years, he was favored by the boss

Chapter 1002 My fault, I'm sorry for you

"I'm not type O."

"kindness?"

Zhao Chumian stared at him in surprise, "Your blood types are different?"

"Brothers and sisters are collateral relatives, parents and children are immediate relatives, and the blood types of collateral relatives can be different according to genetics." Sheng Xifang patiently explained to her.

"My brother and I are the same, there is also Lu Jin, and Tangtang, we are all O!"

She played with his tie with her fingers, "What blood type are you?"

He whispered, "AB."

"Yes, very good, universal blood type, injured, A, B, O, AB, can give you blood transfusion. No matter what, you can't die..."

"die?"

"I won't die." She leaned into his arms obediently, "I'll accompany you until her operation is over, don't worry."

but……

No matter how she thinks, there seems to be something wrong.

Sheng Xifang is AB, and Sheng Huanhuan is O type.

Oh, they're not the same mom.

Zhao Chumian fell asleep unconsciously in his arms.

When she woke up, she was lying on a hospital bed, but Sheng Xifang was not around her.

where is he?

Is Sheng Huan all right?

She got out of bed immediately.

In the middle of the night, the hospital was cold and clear, and the smell of disinfectant in the air was much lighter.

The cool incandescent lamp illuminates the quiet and empty corridor.

At the corner of the corridor, Father Sheng put his hands behind his back, knowing that Xu Huan was in a car accident in order to find him, so he didn't say a word.

His thin lips trembled, looking at the dark night sky outside, the majestic rain was a little lighter, and the sound of the pattering rain seemed to hit his heart.

It hurts so much.

"It's not your fault, it's me." Father Sheng said with difficulty, "My fault, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for Slow."

Sheng Xifang had no expression on his face, "You have sorry for too many people."

"Xifang."

"Am I wrong?" His dark eyes were full of indifference.

Father Sheng lowered his head, he was right.

It's his fault.

It's all his fault.

The source of all this misfortune is him.

If it wasn't for him being strong when he was young, he only cared about business and work, regardless of Song Xinrui's mood.

Maybe she won't kill herself.

The relationship between their father and son will not be deadlocked to this point.

What was even more wrong was that he left home and didn't gently fulfill his responsibilities as a father to him.

Sheng Xifang should hate him.

But the others are not wrong.

Huarong is not wrong.

There is nothing wrong with taking it slow.

He also knows about the recent gossip.

Long-lost memories flooded his mind, and he drank again after finally quitting alcohol.

My head is still dizzy now.

That night when he found the Huarong facing down in the hot spring pool, Sheng Xifang stood aside with extremely indifferent eyes.

He couldn't believe it, those eyes and expressions would appear in a ten-year-old child.

A person drowned in front of him, still indifferent.

At that moment, he panicked.

He knew that Sheng Xifang hated him, didn't like his remarriage, and didn't accept Hua Rong.

He didn't expect Sheng Xifang to be cruel to Huarong...

He is only ten years old.

The heart is so cruel.

It was all because of him that Sheng Xifang became what he is now.

"You're right." Father Sheng lowered his eyelids, "I'm responsible, I'll pay."

Is it too late for them to be responsible when they grow up?
Sheng Xifang left with a blank expression.

As soon as he went out, Zhao Chumian shrank his shoulders and leaned against the wall to eavesdrop.

Seeing him, peach blossom eyes turned around evasively, and immediately turned around.

He gently grabbed the back of her neck, "Where are you going?"

"How about slowly?"

"Alive."

"Are you saying that if you wait longer, you will die?" Zhao Chumian glanced at the door, but Father Sheng hadn't come out yet.

She didn't hear anything!
Just a few words.

Sheng Xifang picked her up, "She's still alive."

Zhao Chumian: "..."

Talking to you is a waste of saliva.

"After she is out of danger, she will be transferred to another hospital."

(End of this chapter)