"Pain...... Ah......h

"Little slut, just smoked 800cc of blood, and pretended to be dead!" Zhu Bilan pushed in disgust and directly knocked her to the ground. His forehead hit the cold floor, and An Zuo was agitated, completely waking up from the entangled nightmare.

She has had such dreams countless times. Every time, it was like experiencing it myself, and I couldn't breathe in pain.

"There's no one here, who are you going to do if you're going to die?" Seeing that An Zuo was fine, Zhu Bilan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and began to command arrogantly again.

"My good stepmother," An Zuo clutched his chest and staggered to his feet, with a bit of mockery in his eyes, "Kill my mobile blood bank, and your frail and sickly daughter will lose too much blood ......"

"Smack!" Zhu Bilan raised her hand and slapped An Zuo fiercely, her well-maintained face was hideous and terrifying, "It's really vicious, I actually cursed my sister!" ”

"Sister? I have no father and no mother, where is my sister? An Zuo calmed down, rubbed his red and swollen cheeks, straightened his waist, and said word by word, "So, I'm in a hurry, I can do anything!" ”

The girl is slender and weak, but her eyes are unusually firm, and she exudes a cold aura.

Zhu Bilan couldn't help but tremble, and felt faintly uneasy in her heart.

Seeing Zhu Bilan's stunned appearance, An pulled her lips left, bent down to pick up the bag, and walked straight out.

"Tell grandma, I'll go see her when I have time!"

Out of the ward, An Zuo couldn't hold on anymore, and almost fell down. She stubbornly held on to the wall and moved slowly out.

Normally, blood donations can draw up to 400cc, but she was forced to pump 800cc, which is the second time this week. An Zuo, who is anemic, is so weak that he may faint again at any time......

In the corridor where light and shadow alternate, a handsome man stared at the delicate but stubborn back, deep and unfathomable......

On the roof of the inpatient department, the lights are on.

An Zuo sat on the parapet, the night wind blew, and his thin back was crumbling.

The night is getting deeper, and there is no place for her in the huge city.

Where to go, where can she go?

"Trying to kill yourself?" A low, detached male voice came, without any emotion.

An Zuo turned around and saw the man behind him, with a long body and a straight body.

"......" She wants to commit suicide for Mao?

"Move your position and don't hit my car." The man turned against the light and couldn't see his face clearly, but every word he spat out was extremely indifferent.

"Suicide?" An Zuo smiled angrily, "Sir, my life is worth more than your car!" ”

"Really?" The man turned and strode away, "Smashed, I can not claim!" ”

Is this what it means to encourage her to commit suicide by jumping off a building?

I'll go! What kind of person is this!

An Zuo jumped off the parapet wall, chased after him angrily, and was just about to open his mouth to refute, when he saw several burly men flashing out of the shadows, following the man step by step, and the group went straight to the helicopter parked on the roof of the building.

Who is this man? It's such a big show? Helicopter waiting for entry and exit?

Nima, Oops......

The door to the roof was closed, and sure enough, it was shut!

Oh my God, how did she go down?

Isn't it a cold wind that blows all night?

Depend on!

Stinky man, I'm not done with you!