It's so sweet to marry a beautiful wife

Hearing Jiang Shumei crying, Shen Zhaozhao woke up instantly.

"What's going on?" Her voice was calmer than she had imagined.

"It's not all because you refused to mention her marriage with Yan Chuan to the Gu family, and she left a suicide note and cut her wrists in a fit of anger." Jiang Shumei's voice sounded particularly sad and angry, as if she was very dissatisfied with Shen Zhaozhao.

Shen Zhaozhao sneered, their associative ability was too rich, even if Shen Xiangqing had something the size of a sesame mung bean, they could still relate to him.

"Mom, it's not the first time that my sister committed suicide. Last time, she made a fuss in exchange for me marrying into the Gu family. Don't you and Dad see that she just wants to use this method to force us to compromise?"

"Shen Zhaozhao, why is your heart so hard, your sister is now in the operating room, and you can still say such sarcastic words?" The phone was snatched away by Shen Weimin in an instant, and his furious roar was full touched Shen Zhaozhao's periosteum, "Hurry up and give me a blood transfusion!"

Blood transfusion, blood transfusion, blood transfusion again, they may have nothing else to do except blood transfusion.

Shen Zhaozhao rubbed his head irritably, the words that Gu Nancheng said to him before suddenly appeared in his mind.

So she imitated Gu Nancheng's tone and said to Shen Weimin: "Dad, in this world, there is nothing that money can't do. I am not the only person with rh-negative blood in Yangcheng. As long as you are willing to spend money, sister will definitely not Something happened."

After saying this, Shen Zhaozhao hung up the phone directly.

In the afternoon, she rejected Jiang Shumei and the Gu family's engagement to Shen Xiangqing on behalf of Gu Yanchuan. Shen Xiangqing did this in the evening, and she was forcing herself to compromise with her.

It seems that Shen Xiangqing really thought that she was just a mass of temperless noodles that could be pinched by herself.

Shen Zhaozhao pursed his lips, turned around angrily, and was about to go back to sleep when he suddenly met the man's straight gaze.

"Ah——" Shen Zhaozhao exclaimed in shock, nearly rolling out of bed with the quilt in his arms.

In fact, she was already hovering on the edge of the bed, but fortunately Gu Nancheng had a quick eye and grabbed her by the collar.

Shen Zhaozhao gasped heavily with lingering fear in his heart: "Why aren't you sleeping?"

The wall lamp was dim yellow, outlining Shen Zhaozhao's petite and delicate appearance. She had a slightly stalked neck, a deep collarbone, and her smooth and flawless skin snaked all the way into her pajamas.

Looking at her obedient face, Gu Nancheng suddenly felt something in his throat: "I was woken up by the phone just now."

"Sorry," Shen Zhaozhao turned the phone to silent with some guilt, "I disturbed you."

Across the "[-]th line" made of quilts, Gu Nancheng looked at her with burning eyes, with a little appreciation in his eyes: "Shen Zhaozhao, you did a good job just now."

Shen Zhaozhao's pupils suddenly enlarged once, and the long eyelashes fluttered gently like the wings of a small butterfly.

Is he... praising himself?

Gu Nancheng smiled lightly, the wall lamp was dim, and his face was particularly beautiful against the background.

Shen Zhaozhao looked a little crazy. 
With Gu Nancheng's face, if he was in the entertainment industry, he would probably be very happy.

"Shen Zhaozhao, the most correct choice is to say no bravely to those unreasonable demands." Gu Nancheng's words pulled back Shen Zhaozhao's thoughts.

She seemed to be teachable, and nodded with a serious expression: "Yes, Mr. Gu, I understand."

Gu Nancheng couldn't help but laugh at Shen Zhaozhao's rare appearance of playing tricks. He instinctively raised his hand, bent his index finger, and tapped Shen Zhaozhao's head lightly: "Young poor."

Originally, this movement was really normal, but because it was on the bed, this movement seemed extraordinarily ambiguous.

The moment Gu Nancheng withdrew his hand, he felt that the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

The obscure light properly covered the blush on Shen Zhaozhao's cheeks, she quickly turned her body over, turned her back to Gu Nancheng, and said in a deep voice, "I'm going to sleep first."

"En." The man responded softly, and there was no more to say.

Soon, Gu Nancheng heard shallow breathing from his side.

Shen Zhaozhao didn't sleep for a long time, and was awakened by knocking on the door again.

She sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.

Gu Nancheng didn't know if he was woken up, or he hadn't slept at all, but he was staring at Shen Zhaozhao.

Shen Zhaozhao's reaction was also quick, he lifted the quilt that served as the "[-]th line" and covered Gu Nancheng's body, then got out of bed and opened the door with his slippers on.

It was Mama Song who knocked on the door.

Shen Zhaozhao rubbed his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Song Ma pretended to glance into the bedroom unintentionally: "Young Mistress, why did it take you so long to open the door?"

"Sleeping deeply," Shen Zhaozhao put his arms across the door, and asked displeasedly, "It's so late, what's the matter with you?"

Shen Zhaozhao's attitude was blunt, and he really had the majesty of a young mistress.

Gu Nancheng told her that there is no need to save face for a servant like Song Ma who "plays with others", and the more she respects her, the more she will make herself superior to others.

"Young Mistress, your natal family came to knock on the door of Gu's house in the middle of the night, and woke up Madam. Madam said that they came in a hurry, so she asked me to come and ask Mistress, you to go downstairs."

Shen Zhaozhao bit her lower lip, she didn't expect Jiang Shumei and Shen Weimin to be so stubborn that they even called the Gu family.

"Zhao Zhao, my father-in-law and mother-in-law came to the door in the middle of the night, there must be something urgent, you push me downstairs, let's discuss it together." Gu Nancheng said to Shen Zhaozhao.

Hearing this, Shen Zhaozhao suddenly felt confident.

She was about to go over to help Gu Nancheng get up, but Song's mother stopped her: "Second young mistress, the madam said that the young master is not in good health, so don't torment him at night, let him rest."

Shen Zhaozhao looked at Gu Nancheng in embarrassment, but the latter asked indifferently: "Mother Song, don't I even have the right to decide whether to go downstairs or not?"

"Master, that's not what I meant." Mama Song seemed to have the words "Be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs" written on her face, "I'm also thinking about your health."

"My own body, I know it in my heart. Zhao Zhao, come and help me up." Gu Nancheng said incredulously.

Shen Zhaozhao immediately ran over like a dog and helped Gu Nancheng into the wheelchair.

Seeing the tacit understanding between Gu Nancheng and Shen Zhaozhao, Song Ma couldn't help but mutter in her heart.

Before getting married, the young master was still half-dead. Almost everyone thought that the young master would not survive this winter. Unexpectedly, when this girl came in, the young master's spirit suddenly improved.

Is it really useful to say it to Xi?
Shen Zhaozhao pushed Gu Nancheng past Song Ma who was still thinking, and then went downstairs cautiously.

Downstairs, Shen Weimin and Jiang Shumei were sitting on the sofa, and Wen Yuwan, who was wearing a gorgeous silk nightgown, stood beside them, comforting Jiang Shumei who was crying in a soft voice.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Wen Yuwan turned around and saw Shen Zhaozhao pushing Gu Nancheng down, her expression changed slightly: "Zhaozhao, it's not that you don't know Nancheng's body, it's so late, What are you torturing him for?"

"Ma'am, I insisted on coming down, so I don't blame Zhaozhao." Gu Nancheng tilted his head and looked at Wen Yuwan with a deliberate, almost provocative expression.

Gu Nancheng said so, and Wen Yuwan naturally couldn't continue to continue: "Zhaozhao, it's good that you come down, your parents said that your sister is in the hospital, because she lost too much blood and she needs a blood transfusion, you hurry up and go with your parents Go to the hospital."

Shen Zhaozhao stood where he was, turned his body and glanced at Jiang Shumei and Shen Weimin who were on the sofa, and then responded in a clear and clear voice: "Not long ago, I just gave my sister a blood transfusion, and the doctor said that I should not lose any more blood. I will keep it, and I have been doing blood transfusions a few days ago. If my parents really can't find a suitable blood relationship, I can ask Nancheng to give the doctor's phone number to my parents. He knows where to buy rh-negative plasma, but The price is a bit more reasonable.”

"It's so late, where can I buy blood plasma, Zhao Zhao, your sister is in danger now, can't you do me a favor and save her life?" Shen Weimin raised his head and said.

Shen Zhaozhao pursed her lips, because with Gu Nancheng by her side, she felt a lot more confident: "Dad, every time I give my sister a blood transfusion, the only thing you and Mom seem to say is, I can save my sister, so who? Can you come and save me? The doctor said that if I get another overdose of blood transfusion, I will die, even if a god descends to earth, it will be hard to save me."

Jiang Shumei wiped away her tears, and said in a babbling voice: "Zhaozhao, since you gave Xiangqing blood transfusions since you were young, has there ever been a time when you were in danger? The doctor said that your sister is really going to die this time. Please show mercy. Save her."

Shen Zhaozhao didn't respond, she pursed her lips tightly, her gaze focused on the misty night outside the window for a long time.

Jiang Shumei cried even harder, and she still didn't forget to criticize Shen Zhaozhao while crying: "I have really raised a good daughter, my sister is dying, my heart is so cruel."

Wen Yuwan felt that her crying was as unlucky as the mourning, and a look of disgust flashed across her eyes. 
Fortunately, in order not to make the scene too embarrassing, Wen Yuwan still tried her best to restrain the disgust in her heart, "Mother-in-law, Zhao Zhao may also be worried about her body, don't worry, I'll go over and persuade her."

Wen Yuwan handed the paper to Shen Weimin, motioning him to wipe Jiang Shumei's tears.

Wen Yuwan walked slowly in front of Shen Zhaozhao, and lowered her voice to persuade: "Zhaozhao, you should go to the hospital with your parents, after all, she is also your own sister. Otherwise, if your parents are kept here all the time If you startled your grandpa, then everyone's faces will be tainted."

Shen Zhaozhao staggered away from Wen Yuwan, and looked directly at Jiang Shumei: "Mom, I'm not cruel, it's the doctor who said that I really can't have any more blood transfusions."

"Who are you fooling with this?"

Shen Weimin stood up from the sofa all of a sudden, and walked in front of Shen Zhaozhao with big strides. His eyes were wide open, making people feel as if he would raise his hand to hit Shen Zhaozhao in the next second, "You Before getting married, we took you for an examination, and the doctor said that your body is fine, but now it has only been a month, and you have become so delicate?"