My wife has always been timid

Chapter 1099 The rest... Leave it to God

"If the descendants of the Mo family want to survive, they can only extract serum containing vaccine components from the blood of Mr. Mo. Back then, Mo Shaoqian's father was injected with the serum extracted from Mr. Mo's blood, and he has survived until now. It was the same after Shaoqian was born."

Fu Xiuyuan said.

Su Qingcheng heard: "Then Mr. Mo is dead, doesn't Mrs. Mo still have to go back to how he was before?"

"..."

After her words fell, there was a dead silence in the whole study.

Fu Xiuyuan looked at her with strange eyes.

The little milk bag was also confused.

Kong Ang covered his mouth unnaturally and coughed lightly, and reminded: "Miss, is there a possibility that as long as people who have been injected with Mr. Mo's serum are protected by the vaccine, his blood can also be used to extract serum?" to save their descendants."

"..."

Now Su Qingcheng was stunned.

Whoops!

It does not matter!

"Ignore these, please forget the moment when I was an idiot," Su Qingcheng looked at Fu Xiuyuan enthusiastically, and grinned, "That is to say, as long as I can get Mo Shaoqian's blood, or Mo's father, or Mo's Bloodline, extracting serum from it, can save Dai Xiaochun's child, right?"

"you can say it this way."

Fu Xiuyuan nodded.

"It's just, do you think that the previous helm of the Mo family, the Patriarch, would let you get their blood so easily?"

When he said this, Fu Xiuyuan half-supported his head, and kept sweeping her deep gaze.

Not to mention the blood of the helm of Mo's past generations, I am afraid that it is the blood of ordinary people, who will be rejected or even beaten if they go forward rashly?

What's more, with the matter of Dai Xiaochun, Mo Shaoqian will be more serious about it.

One sentence poured cold water on Su Qingcheng again.

Su Qingcheng thought about it for a long time, and said in a low voice, but with a firmness: "As long as there is a solution, the rest will be left to others, as long as people work hard to do it, then the rest will be handed over to others." Give it to God."

She knew that it was not easy to get Mo Shaoqian's blood, but she would definitely do it with all her might.

Try to do it.

The rest... leave it to God.

Fu Xiuyuan looked at the strong determination in the girl's eyes, and his eyes became darker and darker. When his fingertips lightly touched her lips, there were layers of admiration in his eyes.

She is always so nice.

It's just that the road ahead is dangerous, so how can she, a little girl, break through with one hand?

"If you want to do it, I will help you."

The voice is low, with majestic and reassuring power, it is her strongest and strongest backing.

Hearing the man's low voice, and looking at the man's dignified face in front of him, Su Qingcheng felt a warm current in her heart, and couldn't help but curl her lips.

……

It's about six o'clock, Fu's house.

Before going to tell Mo Shaoqian to bleed, Su Qingcheng decided to spend this young year with Fu Xiuyuan first, and took the little milk bag to Fu's house for a while.

Before the car reached the gate of Fu's house, I saw a group of people waiting at the gate.

The leader was Mr. Fu.

At this time, Mr. Fu was dressed in black Chinese style clothes, his brows were hale and hearty, and he was obviously recovering well, but the sequelae of falling down the stairs made him still unable to stand up, and now he could only continue to sit in a wheelchair.

Good guy.

A person like Mr. Fu, who is almost an ancestor, will come to the door to greet him one day.

They weren't treated like this before.

Su Qingcheng hugged the little guy in his arms tightly, and teased: "Our little Hao looks very popular."

"..."

The little milk bag glanced at the old man who was waiting at the door not far away through the car window, snorted coldly, and then looked away.