The person opposite spoke in a very soft voice, his eyes locked on Song Xiang dimly, and the flash of dark light seemed to see a life-saving straw.
Song Xiang looked him up and down and couldn't tell what he felt.
When I first saw him, I just thought that this man was cold and handsome, and his temperament and appearance were not inferior to those of Yan Han and others. Unexpectedly, in just half a year, his appearance completely changed.
She stood there and was stunned for a long time, "You spent so much effort to get me here, didn't you just want to talk to me about your brother-sister relationship?"
Chu Xun chuckled, and struggled to express his face on his thin, pale face, "Do we have feelings to talk about?"
Song Xiang shook his head, "Indeed not."
"Originally, for the sake of a little bit of affection, I wanted to wait a little longer before disturbing you," he said.
Song Xiang rubbed his cold hands and said, "You need a heart transplant, don't you?"
That's why he didn't show up when Nanche showed up in Abad, so he took action in advance and created a "Nanqing" to trap her.
"I told you, my mother's heart matches Nan Qing's."
"So you and I are most likely to be matched."
"So smart."
Song Xiang's fingertips trembled slightly, she looked at the person opposite and asked, "When do you plan to have the surgery?"
Chu Xun probably didn't expect her to be so calm. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Don't worry, I still have to check you. When you finish the check, your father will be here."
Song Xiang's pupils shrank suddenly, "What did you say?"
"I originally wanted to use you to lure Nan Che out, but I didn't expect that God can't forgive me. Even if he comes out, I won't be able to catch him. Now that things have happened, I can only settle for the next best thing. I will invite my father.
, let him observe this heart transplant operation." His voice was thin, which made people's hair stand on end.
He smiled deeply and said to Song Xiang: "Am I being very nice to you and letting you see your father again?"
madman.
Song Xiang stared at him, "Besides praying for cardiac rejection, there seems to be nothing else I can do."
Chu Xun closed his eyes, inhaled oxygen, and said intermittently: "No, you can make any request. I will try my best to satisfy you in the last stage of my life."
Song Xiang: "Thank you."
"Don't be so calm, Xiaoyi. If you cry, I will feel happier."
"Would you be happy if I told you that my hands are shaking?"
Chu Xun opened his eyes, looked down and landed on her hands, with a smile in his eyes, "That's great."
The beeping sound of the instruments was in their ears, and they were silent for a moment.
Song Xiang had a headache and didn't want to face Chu Xun's face again, "Can I go see my friends?"
Chu Xun looked weak, "Look for Tan Shu, she will take you there."
"Thank you."
Chu Xun sneered, seeming to be mocking her politeness.
Song Xiang turned around and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Tan Shu outside.
Tan Shu walked up, with pity in his eyes again, "When did he say?"
Song Xiang shook his head, "Just these few days."
She breathed a sigh of relief, "Can you take me to see that friend of mine?"
When she was unconscious, she vaguely heard a voice and guessed that it was Gong Shiheng who jumped down to save her, but was brought over with him.
"He should be in the dungeon, I'll take you there."
Song Xiang frowned, Gong Shiheng was not in good health to begin with, and he might not be able to bear it after such a torment.
She moved her fingertips, and a subtle diaphragm sensation came from between her nails, and her heartbeat secretly accelerated.