Chapter: 89

"Want to hear my terms?"

Before he could speak, Su Nan got straight to the point.

"How much blood have I donated to Qiao Wanrou? Ask her to return it to me. Not once, but twice, three times. Anyway, it can be paid back within a year."

Fu Yechuan raised his head suddenly, slightly shocked, "What?"

Su Nan smiled, "I thought about it, I should use such precious blood to save more valuable people, instead of wasting it on a disgusting woman, I was stupid before, it's not too late now , give me back my blood, give you my pipe, we owe nothing to each other!"

Qiao Wanrou pretended to be sick from time to time and asked Su Nan to donate blood just to disgust Su Nan. Su Nan knew it all, but Fu Yechuan never saw through it. Su Nan felt wronged before, but now it doesn't matter anymore.

If you pay back the blood, you can completely draw a line with the past, and Su Nan can truly be herself again.

Isn't Qiao Wanrou coming back?

She just wanted to disgust Qiao Wanrou, and she wouldn't let her come back happily.

Pipe or Qiao Wanrou, which one does he want?

Su Nan was looking forward to this answer.

She smiled carelessly, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray in front of her, stood up, walked out with her bag and high heels.

"You don't need to give me the answer so quickly, you can think about it."

Looking at her back, Fu Yechuan's gaze suddenly became complicated.

How much does Su Nan hate Qiao Wanrou, and how much does she hate this marriage?

That's why I want to get back the donated blood bit by bit.

He called his assistant Chen Mian, "Go and check for me, how much blood has Su Nan donated to Qiao Wanrou?"

Chen Mian paused, "Yes."

Within a few minutes, Chen Mian replied, "Mr. Fu, the total blood volume is 14,400 milliliters. The total blood volume of an adult is about 40,005,000 milliliters. The blood donated by Ms. Su is equivalent to the total blood volume of three people, that is to say... Miss Su drained her own blood three times!"

As soon as Chen Mian finished speaking, Fu Yechuan hung up the phone.

She drained her own blood three times!

All because of him!

But in the past three years, he has been ignorant of all her grievances and forbearance.

Fu Yechuan's heart felt like a boulder was pressing down on him, and he had difficulty breathing heavily.

Her request was for Qiao Wanrou to pay it back within a year, but she hated them so much that there was no room left.

Fu Yechuan was restless, and exchanged Qiao Wanrou for a pipe, knowing that he couldn't and couldn't do it.

When I was in the army, the bomb should have landed on me. It was Cheng Heng who landed on him. Before he died, his only wish was not to let go of Qiao Wanrou's body. He agreed, and Qiao Wanrou would live a long life. .

Thinking of the past, a trace of pain flashed across Fu Yechuan's brows...

Su Nan walked out, and Yu Lou was standing not far away waiting for her. The two of them walked to the door and met Lingo who was sitting in the lobby, as if he was on the phone with someone, with a doting and gentle smile.

Seeing her deal with it, he quickly hung up after saying a few words, then strode over, politely asked, "Miss Su, did you have a good chat?"