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第172章 You can be cold-blooded, I can‘t 1
The meaning is very clear.
Ask her to do it herself.
Claudia had no choice but to step down from his leg and crouch in front of him.
Rowan touched her head, smiled at the bottom of her eyes and said faintly, "Good boy."
So far, Claudia has cast a certain psychological shadow on cinemas.
After that, Rowan once beat about the bush many times to go to the movies with her, but she pushed her three times and pushed her four times, playing dumb and playing dumb, which prevented her from making the trip.
At the end of the movie, Rowan cuddled Claudia and walked slowly down from behind.
When I met the other two couples, the other couple looked the same as them. Everyone knew what had just happened.
When they came out of the cinema, they found that it was raining outside at an unknown time. The rain was not heavy, but they were still trapped without umbrellas.
"There is a cafe over there. Let‘s go and sit down." Claudia suggested.
Rowan nodded and went hand in hand with her.
Looking down at the two men‘s hands held together, Claudia could not hide the smile of his mouth. On this day, he had a dreamy and unrealistic life.
Two cups of hot coffee were ordered. They were sitting in the floor-to-ceiling window. Claudia tilted his head and looked at the rain curtain outside the window. His side face was quiet and graceful.
Rowan was looking at her when suddenly his cell phone rang.
When he took out his cell phone, he pressed to answer and almost immediately changed his face.
The mobile phone was still attached to his ear. Rowan stood up and walked quickly as soon as he lifted his steps.
Claudia stunned got up and caught up with him, frowned and asked, "Rowan, what‘s the matter?"
"It‘s Jiazhi." Hanging his hand, Rowan looked at Claudia‘s eyes. "Jiazhi had an accident and was rescued in the hospital."
"What?!"
*
The smell of disinfectant pervaded the long, cold and empty hospital corridor. When Claudia and Rowan arrived, Feng Nuanxin was already sobbing in Wen Chenglin‘s arms.
Wen Chenglin glanced at his eldest son and said nothing about Claudia‘s appearance together.
An hour ago, Wen Jiazhi and his classmates finished their three-day training and took the school bus back to 49 cities from Linshi.
In a sudden rainstorm, the driver was careless and caused a car accident.
There were a total of 19 drivers, teachers and students. The driver died instantly. The two teachers and more than a dozen students were slightly injured to varying degrees. Wen Jiazhi was in the front seat and the other two students were thrown out of the car and seriously injured.
The red light in the operating room was dazzling. Claudia‘s palms were covered with cold sweat and he held Rowan‘s arm nervously.
Suddenly, the door opened and the nurse ran out.
"How is my son?!" Wen Chenglin hugged Feng warm heart, urgent voice asked.
The nurse said: "The patient lost too much blood and needed blood transfusion, but the blood bank was insufficient. It was too late to transfer blood from other hospitals. Someone must be found on the spot for blood transfusion."
After a pause, the nurse asked, "Which of you is type A blood?"
"I am! I am!" Feng Nuanxin stood firm and grabbed the nurse‘s sleeve. "I am type A blood, I can give blood transfusion to Jiazhi!"
"Mrs. Wen, your case shows that you have hypotension and cannot receive blood transfusion." The nurse also helped rowan family appoint a doctor to give Feng Nuanxin a physical examination at ordinary times, so she knew Feng Nuanxin very well.
"What?" Hearing this, Feng warm his heart and his legs were soft. If Wen Chenglin hadn‘t held him, he would have sat down directly on the ground.
"Who else is type A blood?" The nurse asked again.
Claudia smiled astringently and clenched his fingers into a fist.
Is this called providence?
Before she could speak, she only heard a "plop".
Feng Nuanxin broke free from Wen Chenglin and knelt in front of Claudia in the stunned sight.
"Pupil, please save Jiazhi!"
If it weren‘t for cornered, if it weren‘t for Wen Jiazhi‘s life on the line, Claudia thought, Feng Nuanxin probably wouldn‘t call out the word "pupil pupil" in his life.
That‘s ironic.
Once upon a time, how much she wanted to listen to it again. In her memory, the words "warm female voice" and "shallow and soft call" were never expected to be heard under such circumstances.
The woman she loves, hates, resents and annoys.
As much as you love, you hate, and as much as you hate, you love.
This woman, the woman kneeling in front of herself, abandoned her relentlessly many years ago without any nostalgia.
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