The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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Li Qin touched her hair and soon remembered it.

"Type O blood, just like you, what's wrong?" Li Qin looked at his son in surprise, wondering how he asked this question.

"Well," Mo Yixuan nodded, then pinched his son's face again. She remembered that Xia Yuwei's medical report showed that she had type A blood.

This child's blood type is the same as him, and he is somewhat like him.

The mother and the child chatted a few times, and also teased the child together. But they never thought that there are so many people with type O blood in the world, which is one of the three major blood types, and at least 30% of the people in the world are type O blood. You can see dozens of people with type 0 blood at a glance walking along the road.

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Near noon, in the Huayang Twin Towers, Yang Kexin came out of the office and took two nutritional lunches from her cook at home.

These are all what she specifically ordered, which are meals, and are most suitable for those who have undergone surgery to recuperate.

She stepped on high heels, walked through a long aisle, entered the elevator, and pressed the 28th floor.

Although the big cousin was already with that He Xiyan, her mother also said that the inferiority of the man was there and he liked the new and hated the old. There is no corner that cannot be opened, and besides, she doesn't know how many times better than He Xiyan's second-hand goods.

Wasn't that woman just gentle and considerate. She can do it too.

When she came to the office door, her heart throbbed and looked at the man she had loved for many years through the door slit. The men at work are the most handsome, and never tire of it. Yang Kexin's face was slightly red, like a young girl who was just beginning to fall in love.

She knocked lightly on the door, and soon there was a cold but magnetic voice from the man.

"Come in!"

Yang Kexin pushed in the door, and the lunch in his hand exuded a strong smell of vegetables, which made people's appetite soar as soon as they smelled.

"Cousin ..." she shouted sweetly, with a smile on her face, and she was dressed up in the morning, so she looked very beautiful.

Ye Hao frowned, looked up at Yang Kexin in surprise, his amber eyes were cold. Even the sound was so cold.

"How are you!" His words were clearly displeased.

"Cousin, I prepared lunch for you. It was specially instructed to cook at home." Yang Kexin put his lunch on the desk with a smile.

Ye Hao looked at the lunch on the table, then looked at Yang Kexin again, and his lips suddenly froze, smiling very strangely. A 30-year-old man, how could such a careful thought of a woman escape his eyes.

"Why do you do this?" He asked lightly, without a trace of emotion in his words.

"Because you're my cousin ..." Yang Kexin was flushed, and the girl who hadn't talked about love even panic when she lied.

"Oh ..." Ye Hao raised his eyebrows, but his eyes remained cold. "Is that all?" Her mind was written on her face, thinking he couldn't see it?

Yang Kexin froze, biting her lips nervously, and pinching the corner of her clothing with her fingers. She looked nervously at Ye Hao, and her heart seemed to jump out of her chest.

"Big cousin ..." After a while, she walked nervously, stood next to Ye Hao, and clenched her fingers firmly, "I ... I like you, I liked it four years ago is you."