I'm an attack in a wealthy dog-blood novel

It has been raining for the past few days, from heavy rain to light rain and then to heavy rain, intermittently, the sky has always been dark, and it gets dark after five o'clock in the afternoon, and there is always a traffic jam for a while when I go home from work at night, so I choose not to drive by myself. Pick up and drop off by family driver.

During this period of time, I didn’t let the bodyguards follow me, and kept driving in and out by myself. Maybe I behaved very well, I didn’t intend to escape, and I didn’t intend to be a spare blood set. I called the hospital to draw blood and went there. Or it may be that my car is equipped with a positioning system, and they can already know my whereabouts in real time. Either way, the days when no one is following me are actually quite happy.

Sure enough, I'm still not used to living the life of the rich.

I sat in the car and looked out the window. The rain wet the car glass and made it hazy. I couldn’t see the scenery outside clearly. I picked up my mobile phone and sent a message to Mo Ziyao asking if he would not be able to make it tonight, and I got a reply soon Said he was not available.

I don't care.

Maybe he felt that his tone was too cold and harsh. After a while, Mo Ziyao sent another message, saying that he would come over the day after tomorrow.

I didn't reply, I wasn't unhappy, I got the result of whether he will come tonight, so there was no need to send another message, and then continued to look out the window.

……

On the other side, Mo Ziyao arrived at Xiang Qian's villa after work. It was already after nine o'clock in the evening when he got there. He thought Xiang Qian had already fallen asleep, but when he went to his room, he found that he was still awake and was reading a book.

"You haven't slept yet?"

"Didn't you say you would come over, I'm waiting for you."

Mo Ziyao walked over and patted his head, and said softly, "There's no need to wait for me, sleep when you're sleepy."

"Your hands are so cold, are you in the rain?"

Mo Ziyao took his hand away, shook his head and didn't get caught in the rain, "I'm going to take a shower first."

When Mo Ziyao came out after washing, Xiang Qian was already leaning on the bed, but he was still reading a book. He used to lie beside him, feeling a little tired. He got up at [-] o'clock this morning to hold a multinational meeting, and he had another busy day.

"I watched Liang Jiahuan's play today, it was not bad."

"Liang Jiahuan? Who is it? Is it famous?" Mo Ziyao didn't want to think about it, and he didn't react for a while.

"Liang Jiahuan, you have slept with him, you have been by your side for a while."

"Oh, it's him." Mo Ziyao reacted to the name. He did remember the person, but he forgot the name. He seldom called those people by their names. There is no need to write it down.

Xiang Qian said casually: "Liang Jiahuan has been with you for a year, which is quite a long time. Is he the one who has been with you the longest?"

"Has it been a year? I don't remember much, he is not, Zhao Haiyang is."

Although Liang Jiahuan has been with him for a year, in fact he has not done it with him a few times. This year he has done the most with Zhao Haiyang. In a sense, Zhao Haiyang has been with him the longest. Since Zhao Haiyang, they have been on and off He has maintained a certain relationship for almost eight years. The main reason is that Zhao Haiyang is not like other people. He is Xiang Qian's blood vessel. It's boring, Zhao Haiyang's bed skills have improved by leaps and bounds last year, so he will go to him frequently.

"Yes, I forgot about Zhao Haiyang, since when has he been with you?"

Mo Ziyao denied: "He is not with me, he is just a tool for me to solve my needs. He wants to study medicine at Huaicheng University recently."

"Does he want to be a doctor?"

"I don't know, he asked me to go through the admission procedures for him, starting from the freshman year, but his grades are so poor, it's probably just a whim."

Mo Ziyao found it strange that he could talk about his lovers so peacefully with Xiang Qian. Maybe he wanted to be jealous of Xiang Qian for many years, but he still couldn't get the result he wanted, so he gave up.

Xiang Qian thought for a while, and said: "The more people who study medicine, the more negative and fearful they will be. Some diseases cannot be cured. When he understands that my disease cannot be cured, and a large number of blood transfusions will affect his health. If life is a threat, will he have a mentality of resistance? There is only one life. When he cherishes his life, he may not be willing to be my blood vessel. Let’s be afraid, in fact, he will be liberated this way, and I can be liberated too.”

Hearing these words, Mo Ziyao's heart tightened, his whole body became sober, he looked up at Qian's indifferent expression, he didn't know why he felt sad, his heart seemed to be in a ball.

It is difficult for a person suffering from chronic illness to have hope in life. Since Xiang Qian was ten years old, his family knew that he had this disease, and they have been taking good care of him.

But at the same time, he needs to take medicine. So far, he has been admitted to the hospital countless times. He has even been rescued many times, and has undergone major operations twice. The last time he committed suicide, the bleeding couldn't stop and he almost couldn't be saved .

If it weren't for Zhao Haiyang's presence, his blood would be the purest and least repulsive to Xiang Qian.

Otherwise, Xiang Qian would probably die. He wanted to escape, but they saved him again.

If... If after Zhao Haiyang studied medicine, he began to fear that he would lose his life because he wanted to save Xiang Qian, would he start to reject donating blood to Xiang Qian, and would have resistance, reluctance, and resistance?

It is true that those who do not know are fearless. Although they gave Zhao Haiyang money, Zhao Haiyang can be said to have no shortage of money these years. According to his understanding of Zhao Haiyang, Zhao Haiyang is a person with very low material desires. Also rarely moves.

When money is no longer attractive, when he starts to cherish his life, will he not be willing to trade his life for his life? He is currently in good health, but in the future, when it really appears, Zhao Haiyang begins to struggle, unwilling What to do during blood transfusion? For Xiang Qian, if he is not timely, his life may be lost.

"You are relieved, you sent us to hell."

"You should have been mentally prepared. My illness can't be cured, and I will leave one day."

The flat tone made Mo Ziyao feel distressed and angry at the same time, he closed his eyes and didn't want to continue this topic.

After a while, when he felt the surroundings darken, he knew that Xiang Qian had turned off the light, and he was hugged behind him, and when he heard a sorry, he turned around and hugged Xiang Qian.

"I'm sorry I let you down."

"Xiang Qian, we are all working hard, you can't deny all our efforts and efforts all at once."

The hospital was built for him, and the research expenses spent were in the hundreds of millions. They did everything they could do for him, and he could veto everything with one word.

"I know, it's my fault."

Mo Ziyao hugged the thin Xiang Qian, and he could feel his fragility when hugging him.

The author says:

Please collect it, little angel, remember to add it to the bookshelf——