Chapter 1292

"I won't talk to him."

"That's great. Thank you, auntie." An Yimo said, ran to the table, took a bowl and drank it.

Then he looked pitifully at mother Gong.

Mother Gong asked the servant to take all the soup down and said, "it seems that Mrs. LAN has something urgent to ask you, so I'll go out first."

"Good." An Yimo nodded.

Mother Gong turned and walked out. When she went out, she seemed to think of something. She turned her head and said with a smile, "don't thank me. In order not to let my potted plants be watered to death by you, I can only let you drink less."

"Er..." an Yimo was embarrassed.

And mother Gong has left with a smile.

When getting along with Qiu Wan'er alone, an Yimo finds that it's nothing to be caught just now. It's the real embarrassment at this moment.

Because Qiu Wan'er sat beside her, not only looked at her with that kind of straight eyes, but also wanted to put her hand on her face.

She said painfully, "Ann, your face is white and thin. Does it hurt to donate blood? Is it hard work? "

An Yimo looks back slightly, staggering Qiu Wan'er's hand.

The bottom of her heart is so sad. Mrs. Lan said this as if she had suffered so much crime. She said it awkwardly.

And Qiu Wan'er doesn't have any embarrassment, but calmly touches her hand again.

Feel their own hands by qiuwan son pinch, Ann to Mo are embarrassed to draw back.

She suddenly felt that she preferred to face the soup at that table rather than stare at Mrs. LAN here.

An Yimo couldn't stand the current atmosphere and had to say, "Mrs. LAN, don't you have something urgent to ask me? Go ahead. "

Qiu Wan'er doesn't speak. Instead, she rolls up an Yimo's sleeve and looks at her blood transfusion position.

There is also a small pinhole.

It can be seen that an Yimo really lost blood yesterday.

"You... Don't be so enthusiastic." Ann drew back her hand and put down her sleeve again.

Qiu Wan'er finds out that she has lost her manners again.

She doesn't know what's wrong with her. She wants to control her emotions.

But once facing an Yimo, her feelings can't be stopped.

Qiu Wan'er adjusted her mood and asked, "An'an, what's your blood type?"

"O type blood, the same blood type as you, don't you know?" An Yimo asked in a strange way.

She gave Mrs. LAN a blood transfusion. Mrs. LAN can't have no idea.

"How do you know I'm type O, too?" Qiu Wan'er asked again.

Wen Yan, an Yimo looks at Qiu Wan'er suspiciously. She doesn't understand where Qiu Wan'er's problem comes from. Doesn't Mrs. LAN know that she drew blood yesterday?

It seems that I don't know. Now Mrs. Lan's feelings for her are beyond her control.

"You gave me the blood yesterday, didn't you?" Qiu Wan'er asks urgently.

"..." an Yimo did not answer.

"I need a positive answer, ANN, you must tell me the truth!"

Looking at Qiu Wan'er's trembling eyes, an Yimo frowned and said, "you think it's my blood transfusion, that's my blood transfusion. It doesn't matter if you don't think it's my blood transfusion. Why ask so clearly? "

Smell speech, autumn Wan son already knew the answer.

It seems to be the blood transfusion of an Yimo.

She said softly, "the rain is soft..."

Yurou cheated he