Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 1160 Can't Run

The door of Zhao's house opened, and a ferocious wolf dog was tied to the door.

Yesterday, the man who was about to beat them with a pole changed his hand with a hoe, which was even more fierce. When he saw them, he immediately lost his cigarette butt, stepped on it with his foot, and cursed: "What are you doing again?"

Wen Qiao quickly said: "We were not sent by Ren Chao. We came only to find Zhao Xia. I want to talk to her about something very important."

Zhao Gang licked his hoe: "I also said that it was not sent by Ren Chao, or by Ren Chao, how do you know his name."

Wen Qiao was speechless: "Look at us, do you think Ren Chao can move us?"

Ren Chao, an electrician in a small village, can you please get a big Buddha like Fu Nanli and my uncle? Just looking at the appearance can tell that these two people are extraordinary.

Sure enough, Zhao Gang looked at it for a long time and found that these people, especially the three at the top, were all pretty and looked particularly expensive. He didn't wait for the rich and rich, so he put down his hoe: "What are you doing here? "

Wen Qiao hesitated: "We have to tell Zhao Xia, is Zhao Xia your sister?"

Zhao Gang looked at her up and down: "What's wrong with my sister?"

"Can you ask her to come out and talk to us?

Zhao Gang still entered the yard. The yard of their Zhao family was quite deep. After a while, they saw a woman coming out of the front house. She looked very young. She was about thirty, slightly fat, and good-looking. Seeing how pungent, he went out and took a look at Wen Qiao: "What's the matter with you?"

Standing behind her two older brothers, like two generals, Huo Ha.

Wen Qiao licked the corner of his mouth and said directly: "That's it. I heard that sister Zhao has a rare rh-negative blood. Because I am suffering from some diseases, I came to ask for blood from my sister. We don't need much, only six. One hundred milliliters is enough."

Then Zhao Xia raised her eyebrows, her eyes hanged, and her voice was octave high: "What kind of negative blood, I don't know what you are talking about."

They are lagging behind here, and the folk customs are tough. They have never gone to the hospital for blood collection, and have never had any serious problems. They have been admitted to a large hospital. They just took medicine in the small clinic in the village. Not to mention rh-negative blood, even abo blood type. There is no concept.

Wen Qiao said anxiously: "In short, your blood type is the same as mine. Now I need your blood. Donating 600ml has little effect on your body, but it has a different meaning to me."

Fu Nanli answered, "As long as you are willing to donate blood, no matter what you ask for, we will satisfy you."

This should be very clear.

But when Zhao Xia yelled, "You guys want my blood? You have suffered a thousand swords. I am not dead yet, so I want my blood when I am stupid? Still alive?"

Wen Qiao knew that she was just a little ignorant, and patiently explained: "600ml, you will not die, not only will you not die, take some good supplements and come back."

That family is a village in the mountains. Everywhere I heard her ‘sophistry’, I heard that she wanted their sister’s blood, and every one of them would come and beat people with their tools.

Fu Nanli quickly pulled Wen Qiao away.

It was another embarrassing morning.

After finally getting rid of the Zhao family, Wen Qiao almost lost his strength, and the look in Fu Nanli's eyes inevitably became more resentful. If he didn't know about temperance last night, would she not be able to run now?

(End of this chapter)