Fu Yechuan felt his heart shrink suddenly, his eyes slightly deeper. He didn't know that her violin was so good, nor did he know that she could smoke.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't like it before, so I never sucked it in front of you. Of course, you didn't have the chance to see it."

Every time she just finished giving her blood, she was weak, and Fu Yechuan accompanied Qiao Wanrou and only cigarettes accompanied Su Nan. She was particularly addicted to smoking during those difficult days.

Su Nan pulled the corner of her mouth, her eyes looked a little lonely, but in a moment, she returned to normal.

She glanced at Fu Yechuan's drooping eyes and smiled playfully.

"Do you want to hear my conditions?"

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

"How much blood did I give to Qiao Wanrou? She gave me the amount of money. I can't repay it once, just twice or three times. Anyway, I can always repay it within a year."

Fu Yechuan suddenly looked up, slightly shocked, "What?"

Su Nan smiled, "I thought about it, I should use such precious blood to save more valuable people, rather than wasting it on a disgusting woman. I used to be stupid, but now it's not too late. I'll give me the blood and give you the pipe. We don't owe each other!"

It was just to disgust Su Nan that Qiao Wanrou pretended to be sick from time to time and asked Su Nan to donate blood. Su Nan knew it clearly, but Fu Yechuan had never seen through it. Su Nan felt wronged before, but now all this is irrelevant.

If you return the blood, you can completely draw a line from the past, and Su Nan can truly be himself.

Isn’t Qiao Wanrou coming back?

She just wanted to disgust Qiao Wanrou and would not let her come back happily.

Which one does Smoke Pipe or Qiao Wanrou want?

Su Nan is looking forward to this answer.

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

"Don't 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 this marriage do you hate?

Only then would I want to get back the blood given out bit by bit.

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

Chen Mian paused, "Yes."

In less than a few minutes, Chen Mian's reply came: "Mr. Fu, there are 14,400 ml in total. The total blood volume of an adult is about 4,000-5,000 ml. The blood donated by Miss Su is equivalent to the total blood volume of three people, that is to say... Miss Su drained her blood three times!"

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

She drained her blood three times!

It's all because of him!

But over the past three years, he has no idea about all his grievances and tolerance.

Fu Yechuan's heart seemed to be filled with a huge rock, and he felt heavy breathing difficulties.

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

Fu Yechuan was upset and exchanged Qiao Wanrou for pipes. He knew that he could not do it, but he could not do it.

When he was in the army, the bomb should have fallen on him, and Cheng Heng rushed on him. Before his death, his only wish was to not let go of Qiao Wanrou's body. If he agreed, he would let Qiao Wanrou live for a long time.

Thinking of the past, a trace of pain flashed between Fu Yechuan's eyebrows and eyes...

Su Nan walked out, and Yu Lou stood not far away waiting for her. The two of them walked to the door and met Lingo, who was sitting in the hall. They seemed to be talking to someone, smiling and doting tenderly.

Seeing her dealing with it, he quickly said a few words and then quit, then walked over with big strides, polite and polite, "Miss Su, are you having a happy chat?"

"I'm quite happy, the one inside... isn't necessarily there." She smiled faintly.
Chapter completed!