Chapter 17 The cold-blooded and cold-hearted devil

Style: Romance Author: XizhouWords: 2196Update Time: 24/01/18 15:08:19
As soon as Qiao Wan finished scolding Song Jinnan for being a scumbag, she heard Song Jinnan talking on the phone outside.

Song Jinnan's voice was low and his words were neither fast nor slow. Although he couldn't hear clearly what he was talking about, he remembered the scene when the two of them were getting along in private.

The breath dyed with sandalwood fragrance was like a magic sound, lingering in her ears repeatedly, and her heartbeat was inexplicably unbalanced.

Ever since they met at night, she clearly felt Song Jinnan's alienation.

She would not let go of a man she had finally hooked up with so easily.

The nurse inserted the needle into her and gave her some instructions before leaving the ward.

The moment the door was opened, Qiao Wan saw Song Jinnan standing at the door of the ward opposite, his hand holding the mobile phone lowered as if he had just finished talking on the phone.

"Mr. Song——" Qiao Wan took the initiative to shout.

But my voice is weak and my words are unclear.

The moment Song Jinnan cast his eyes towards her, the door to the ward was closed by the nurse.

Qiao Wan sighed in defeat.

When her phone rang, she saw it was He Jiezhen, so she declined the call.

Then, He Jiezhen sent a WeChat voice message, saying that she was waiting for her in the parking lot of the TV station to have barbecue together after get off work.

She clicked on the input button with one hand and typed out the words "I have something to do and I have to leave work early today" and sent it.

Then, He Jiezhen sent a voice message that lasted for fifty-three seconds. She converted it into text and read it. It was all complaints about her.

Avoiding blind dates, not knowing what is good and what is good, and not understanding He Jiezhen's hard work...

Confused, she exited the chat interface with He Jiezhen and clicked on Song Jinnan's.

After thinking about it, she typed out the words "I just saw Mr. Song" and sent it, but after finishing the IV drip, she didn't wait for any response from Song Jinnan.

When the nurse came to change the IV bottle for her, she glanced at the ward opposite and found that the door of the ward was open, and a middle-aged female doctor walked out of it with a solemn expression.

"The woman in the opposite ward suffered from severe bleeding and was sent to the emergency room." Before Qiao Wan could speak, the nurse had already started gossiping.

Qiao Wan was stunned.

"It's been four months and I have to forcefully induce labor. If the bleeding really doesn't stop, I have to remove the uterus. It's just a joke with my life! Those two people are still talking about it. I really don't understand why they are so concerned about their children. Cruel! As the saying goes, people should not be judged by their appearance, but they really have a good skin in vain!" The nurse continued to ramble.

Qiao Wan shuddered.

She heard that Song Jinnan had many women, but she never thought that Song Jinnan would be so cruel to the women who had been with her.

So cruel that he can’t even tolerate his own four-month-old child!

What kind of man is this? He is simply a cold-blooded and cold-hearted devil!

She warned herself: She must take contraceptive measures when she is with Song Jinnan in the future.

A crisp knock on the door brought her back to reality.

Zhou Tingan pushed open the door and came in, carrying a large shopping bag filled with snacks and fruits.

Qiao Wan bowed her upper body and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I went to the TV station in the afternoon. Your colleague said that you came to the hospital to get an intravenous drip. Your voice is so hoarse. Why won't Liu Chuanzhi give you permission to leave?" Zhou Ting'an put the shopping bag on the bedside table, took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves.

Qiao Wan immediately explained: "Director Liu has approved the leave, but there are not enough manpower in the station. I will be on the editorial team to help review the manuscript this week."

"I bought your favorite Gannan navel oranges and Chenji mango mousse, which one should I eat first?" Zhou Ting'an had already washed his hands and put the shopping bags on the table and spread them out.

Qiao Wan was very resistant to Zhou Ting'an and could not accept this sudden show of kindness.

"I haven't digested my lunch yet, so I can't eat now." Her voice was still hoarse. She glanced at the IV bottle above and saw that the countdown had begun.

Zhou Ting'an brought up another topic with a smile on his lips, "I watched your interview with Song Jinnan last night. It was a typhoon-like atmosphere, with a certain degree of relaxation."

"The drip will be finished soon. It's time for me to go back to the apartment. You'd better pack up the things on the table." Qiao Wan said and pressed the beeper on the bedside.

The nurse pushed the door open, helped her remove the needle, covered it with a layer of hemostatic gauze, and left.

When Qiao Wan got out of bed, Zhou Tingan was about to reach out to help him when his cell phone rang.

He glanced at it, frowned, put his phone on silent, and looked at Qiao Wan angrily, "I still have an emergency meeting to hold, so I can only take the first step."

"Go and do your work, don't worry about me." Qiao Wan wished that he would disappear immediately, so she suppressed the discomfort in her throat and issued an eviction order.

Zhou Ting'an's mobile phone screen kept flashing, so he had to pick up his coat and unscrew the door of the ward.

To Qiao Wan's surprise, Song Jinnan was standing at the door.

In an instant, the two men's eyes met.

Seemingly calm, the relationship between them was full of scrutiny and speculation.

Zhou Tingan's face was sluggish, and he was the first to speak: "Why is Mr. Song at the door of Wanwan's ward?"

"I have something to do with Anchor Qiao." Song Jinnan Qingjun's features were full of anxiety, and he walked past him into the ward.

Zhou Tingan stayed at the door for half a minute before quickly walking downstairs.

Before Qiao Wan could greet Song Jinnan, Song Jinnan asked eagerly: "What's your blood type?"

"AB." Qiao Wan replied without hesitation.

"Follow me." Song Jinnan suddenly grabbed her wrist and led her out of the ward and into an elevator dedicated to medical staff.

Qiao Wan, who didn't know what was going on, glanced at Song Jinnan.

At this time, Song Jinnan's thin lips were pursed tightly, and there was uneasiness in his deep eyes. Qiao Wan immediately had a bad feeling.

The elevator door opened, and what Qiao Wan saw was an emergency room with the door open. Several doctors with solemn expressions were coming in and out of the emergency room. One of them had a plastic glove stained with blood.

The shocking bright red moment brought Qiao Wan's memory back to a year ago.

The bloody body, the torn remains of severed limbs... were like a sharp knife stabbing her heart all the time.

The tragedy she witnessed with her own eyes is still her nightmare in the middle of the night.

It was at that time that she discovered she was suffering from syncope.

Since I don’t need to appear on camera today, I don’t wear makeup. After seeing the blood dripping on the doctor's gloves, her heart beat faster and her face became horribly pale.

In the next few minutes, fragments of her memory appeared.

Song Jinnan took her to the nurse who stood in her ear and said nothing. She couldn't remember anything about how the nurse drew 300 milliliters of blood from her body.

Because the moment Song Jinnan rolled up her sleeves, she shuddered and fainted.

With her remaining consciousness, she heard the nurse saying that she was in poor condition and not suitable for donating blood.

Song Jinnan said that the hospital's blood bank was short of AB blood, and patients in the emergency room were waiting for help.

Qiao Wan seemed to have had a dream.

As far as her eyes could see, they were all filled with blood that frightened her.

The blood red gradually blended into different layers, pieced together to form Song Jinnan's face.

With a straight nose and thin lips, he was as handsome as a demon, but also as cold as a human.

Song Jinnan held a thick blood-drawing needle and held her tightly, "Anchor Qiao, I still need your blood to save people——"