Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

“You…” The doctor looked her up and down, and just as he was about to speak, Sang Ling handed him a five-liter bottle.

The doctor held a heavy bucket of blood, looking completely bewildered.

"Here you go, hurry up and go in. Ask me for more if you need more." Sang Ling waved his hand generously.

If we don't go in soon, it'll all congeal into blood curd.

It wasn't until the doctor entered the operating room that Sang Ce reacted, angrily rebuking Sang Ling, "Are you crazy? Where did you get the blood? Did you cut your wrists?"

Sang Ce anxiously checked Sang Ling's wrists and neck, and even lifted the hem of her pants to take a look at her ankles.

Seeing that she was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you know what her blood type is?" Song Chuyi asked curiously.

"I don't know," Sang Ling answered truthfully.

"Then what kind of blood is in that bucket of yours?" Song Chuyi asked in surprise and confusion, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

She remembered that the little girl got off the bus when she passed by the vegetable market, and brought something back with her.

Sang Ling looked up, her eyes bright and clear, and said softly, "Pig's blood."

Song Chuyi: ...

Bai Xiaoxiao: ? ? ?

Sang Ce: !!!

The three had different expressions, but their eyes were filled with undisguised shock as they all turned to look at the operating room door.

"No……"

The three tried to stop the surgery, but were stopped by the cold, unforgiving operating room door.

"Don't worry, you won't die," Sang Ling reassured the three terrified people as if nothing had happened.

The three anxious people squatted down at the entrance of the operating room, constantly watching the situation inside, fearing that the doctor would suddenly come out and say that the person could not be saved.

Then, Sang Ling went inside.

The doctor came out, and the three of them stepped forward in unison, staring intently at him.

"Doctor, how's it going?"

The doctor smiled and said, "The blood bag arrived just in time, the surgery was a success, and the patient is out of danger."

Three people: Huh?

So, she was saved with pig's blood?

Sang Ling remained calm.

See? She said it was no problem.

This world is crazy.

She was at ease despite her mental illness.

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Bai Yueguang was transferred to a regular ward, and Sang Ce naturally stayed to take care of her, while Sang Ling suggested taking Bai Xiaoxiao back with her.

Sang Ce looked at them and nodded, "It's fine for you to go back with Youyou."

So Sang Ling, along with the rescued female lead and Xiao Baicai, returned to the Sang family in a grand procession.

Both of them were still somewhat out of it and drifting along the way.

When I got home, I ran into Lin Yan who was walking towards me.

He noticed they seemed surprised for a moment, his gaze sweeping lightly over Bai Xiaoxiao before settling on Sang Ling.

"Sisters, you're back?"

"I heard from Aunt Wang that my older brother was in a car accident. Was it serious? Why didn't he come back with you?"

He immediately launched into a barrage of questions.

Sang Ling waved her hand, "I'm tired, don't bother me."

Ignored by Sang Ling, he turned to look at Song Chuyi.

"Don't ask, I don't want to talk right now." Still immersed in the pig's blood incident, Song Chuyi felt that her worldview had been shaken.

My thoughts drifted back to my room in a jumbled mess.

Bai Xiaoxiao, who was following behind her, ignored Lin Yan and drifted back to her room with a confused and bewildered look on her face.

Staring at the departing figures of the three, Lin Yan lowered his head slightly, a shadow falling on his face that obscured the dark glint in his eyes.

He frowned, looking thoughtful.

The plan seems to have failed.

After a busy day, Fu Zhirang returned home to find himself not only having to listen to Uncle Zhang gossip about the neighbors, but also having to hear the little girl complain about her crazy parents.

Although I don't know who she was talking about, it probably wasn't him.

Well, as long as it's not me, it's fine.

"Jiaojiao, do you think they're crazy?"

"Ah."

Sang Ling's mouth was dry from talking, so she picked up her little yellow duck water bottle, took a sip of watermelon juice, and followed Fu Zhirang around.

That's when I realized he was processing crayfish. His well-defined fingers flipped and turned the crayfish quickly, and he finished processing them in no time.

She glanced at the prepared side dishes next to her, tilted her head and looked at him questioningly, "Jiaojiao, weren't there leftover crayfish from last night?"

Fu Zhirang didn't even look up, calmly shifting the blame, "Uncle Zhang ate all of that bowl."

Sang Maomao suddenly turned around, her sharp gaze fixed on Uncle Zhang behind the door.

Did you eat my crayfish?!

Uncle Zhang felt wronged.

It's a miscarriage of justice! It was clearly the young master who couldn't bear to see Miss Sang eat leftovers, so he made her eat them.

Sang Ling glared at the thief who had stolen the lobster, baring her teeth, and secretly tiptoed to Fu Zhirang's ear to whisper something.

"Jiaojiao, you'd better stay away from Uncle Zhang."

She always felt that he was coveting her.

Look, he's secretly looking this way again, and he's even taking pictures.

Fu Zhirang glanced down at her twice, a smile playing at the corners of his eyes, and readily agreed, "Okay."

After preparing the ingredients, Fu Zhirang turned his gaze and noticed that the little girl had been secretly looking towards the door. He lowered his eyes slightly.

He subtly blocked her view, reached out his hand, and coaxed softly, "Youyou, help me roll up my sleeves."

Sang Ling helped him roll up his sleeves, revealing a beautiful and strong forearm.

When he withdrew his hand, he casually touched it twice.

Fu Zhirang pretended not to see her little gesture and stretched out his other hand as well, "And this too."

After the girl rolled up her sleeves, Fu Jiaojiao suddenly leaned down and gently kissed her on the face.

A smile played on her lips, and her cool voice carried a hint of tenderness.

"There will be a lot of smoke later, could you go outside first?"

"Good~"

Sang Ling rubbed her cheek, nodded with bright eyes, and obediently left the kitchen with the small water bottle in her arms.

They stood guard at the door, one on each side of Zhang Bo.

The freshly cooked spicy crayfish smelled delicious and looked incredibly appetizing, making Sang Ling's mouth water.

Putting on gloves, Fu Zhirang slowly peeled shrimp for the little girl who was staring at him expectantly.

"Eat slowly, it's a little hot," Fu Zhirang whispered as he fed the food to her.

Sang Ling's eyes narrowed as she ate, bubbling with happiness.

?? ??

Chew, chew, chew, delicious!

After feeding the crayfish in the plate, Sang Ling was almost full. She patted her round belly with a satisfied look on her face.

That evening, Fu Zhirang came out after washing up and had just sat down when the little girl jumped into his arms.

She sniffed here and there on him like a puppy.

She sniffed his neck and suddenly said, "Jiaojiao, you smell so good."

Fu Zhirang's usually calm eyes flickered slightly, his throat tightened, and he suddenly felt the girl's breath on his neck, hot and burning.

His eyelashes drooped slightly, his gaze fixed on the little girl in his arms, his eyes deep and intense.

He watched as she touched and smelled him all over, her soft lips occasionally brushing against his skin.

After a long while, he finally managed to find a sound in his tight throat, his voice hoarse and restrained, "It's probably the smell of the shower gel."

is it?

Sang Ling was puzzled; she always felt that Jiao Jiao smelled nice.

Sang Ling tilted her head and gave him a quick kiss on the Adam's apple that was so close to hers.

In an instant, Fu Zhirang's back stiffened, and a frighteningly fierce light flashed in his eyes. The hand that was wrapped around the girl's waist slowly tightened.

He stared intently at her, like a predator eyeing its prey.