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Huang Jingjing only felt that her hopes were all gone, her mind kept on thinking about Song Zimo's words.

She sped up her pace as she drove, and for a moment she felt tears running down her cheeks.

Song Zimo never thought that Huang Jingjing would encounter a car accident, and anxiously rushed to the hospital where Huang Jingjing was.

By the time he arrived, Huang Fan was already there.

Huang Fan didn't know that Huang Jingjing had gone to see him, but Song Zimo thought that he had not noticed anything amiss with Huang Jingjing. After seeing Song Zimo, he let out a long sigh, "You're here …"

"Jingjing, she … "How is it?" Song Zimo suppressed the unease in his heart and asked.

Huang Fan shook his head: "I just sent him to the hospital for rescue, I don't know the situation for now."

Song Zimo sat down in a daze. He did not expect that when she left Huang Jingjing's side, something happened to her.

Vaguely, he felt that all of this was because of him.

"How did the accident happen?" Song Zimo could not help but ask Huang Fan.

"It was Jingjing who chased him …" Huang Fan rubbed his head tiredly.

There were a lot of things happening in the company to begin with, and now, because of Qiao Lingyu, he was like a chicken flying around like a dog. He was originally a little tired, but now, something happened to Huang Jingjing …

At this moment, a nurse came out of the operating room. "Who is the patient's family member?"

"I am!" Huang Fan got up and looked over: "Is it Jingjing?"

"It's like this. The patient needs a blood transfusion, but we found out that her blood type is special! It's actually special RH-negative blood. There isn't any suitable blood in the blood bank, so I hope to draw the blood of my family members … "

"I'm her father, it's fine if you draw my blood …"

Huang Fan said. As his father, he was naturally not surprised to know that Huang Jingjing had the same blood type as him.

"RH-negative blood?" Song Zimo opened his mouth in shock, and then said to Huang Fan: "Take mine, my blood type is also this."

Huang Fan was a little surprised. "This is a rarely seen blood type, you …"

Song Zimo looked at the nurse and said, "Nurse, please draw my blood."

Seeing that the blood problem had been solved, the nurse heaved a sigh of relief and brought Huang Fan and over.

During the drawing of blood, Huang Fan looked at Song Zimo multiple times, as if he had something to say.

Song Zimo felt that it was a little strange, but he was also secretly worrying that the reason for Huang Jingjing's accident was because of her.

"Zimo, you're an orphan, right?" Huang Fan suddenly asked.

Song Zimo was a little shocked, but he still replied: "When I was young, I lived with my mother, and when she passed away, I was sent to an orphanage."

Huang Fan's heart skipped a beat, when he looked at Song Zimo, he thought of another face, he thought for a moment and asked: Your mother, what kind of person is she?

There was a trace of confusion in Song Zimo's eyes, as if he was thinking back. After thinking for a while, his eyes seemed to flash with a hint of gentleness.

"She was sick when I could remember. She wasn't well then anyway, and she was basically in bed."

At that time, when he was in primary school, his mother was in bed and he was the one who did most of the household chores.

However, at that time, he didn't feel bitter. He had always been mature and sensible.

"Did your mother ever tell you about your father?" Huang Fan said with a touch of hope.

Song Zimo thought for a while, "No, my mother never mentioned my father to me …"

When Song Zimo was young, he was bullied a lot because he did not have a father, so he had developed this kind of personality.

Huang Fan was startled, but Song Zimo did not know why he asked about these things.

Huang Fan looked at Song Zimo with blazing passion, and then dimmed down.

He wrinkled his brows, unknowingly falling into deep thought.

He was very surprised that Song Zimo's blood type was actually the same as his.

Although it could be a coincidence, the most important thing was that Song Zimo looked too similar to Lan Xin.

It's always the best that you can't get.

He was too young to be sensible and too ridiculous, but he had been very kind to a woman, too, but his life had been very messy, and that woman had better choose to part with him, — for years, for years, he had not been able to find her, and then he had married, though occasionally he remembered, and never looked for her again.

Some people just needed to live on in their memories.

Like Lanxin.

Now that he thought of it, it would always be her good. However, when they separated at that time, naturally, there were still some bad reasons.

It's just that all of these things are covered with a layer of filters.

"Zimo, do you remember what your mother's name is?"

Huang Fan suddenly said.

Song Zimo was slightly taken aback.

Seeing that, Huang Fan laughed bitterly: "Do you still remember the first time I saw you, I said that you looked like a friend of mine, and even adopted you as my foster son."

Song Zimo's eyes slightly turned around. "I remember."

Because of this, he was viewed especially by Huang Fan, and later on, he even developed it under Huang Fan's guidance.

So, in the bottom of his heart, he had always respected Huang Fan a lot.

"Do you remember what your mother's name is?" Speaking up to here, Huang Fan was slightly looking forward to it.

Song Zimo was startled, he did not know why Huang Fan would ask about this, but now that the blood had been drawn out, he and Huang Fan waited patiently. After all, Huang Fan would not harm him, so he said: When my mother died, my neighbor helped me burn her, although I have a good memory, I only remember them calling me mother Lan Xin.

He called himself an orphan, but that was more or less the case. At such a young age, without his parents, wasn't he just an orphan?

Hearing this, Huang Fan was stunned, he looked at Song Zimo: "Your mother is called Lan Xin?"

His sudden agitation made Song Zimo suspicious, but he was initially focused on Huang Jingjing, so after being distracted by her for a while, he was not as agitated as before. He patiently answered Huang Fan's question: "Yes, but I forgot what my surname is."

"His surname should be Shen..." Huang Fan muttered in an extremely low voice, and even had a self-deprecating feeling.

Song Zimo did not hear what Huang Fan said, and wanted to ask what he wanted to say, but suddenly he saw the door to the operation room open.

As the doctor was giving Huang Jingjing blood transfusions, Huang Jingjing was pushed out of the operation room and surrounded her immediately.

"Is she all right, Doctor?"

The attending physician said, "It's fine for now. It's just that she lost too much blood. Although her internal organs were not damaged, it seems like she was hit in the head. We'll take her to film later."

Hearing the doctor say this, Song Zimo, who was originally slightly relieved, became worried again.