My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Qiu Xingqi was so fierce that he locked himself in the study on the second floor as soon as he returned home.

Zhou Miao looked at Xie Yang without tears.

Xie Yang looked back: "What's wrong?"

"Little boss, you, why do you want to be angry with your boss. How can you say that you can divorce if you divorce..."

"Marriage can be said to be married, why can't it be said to be separated? Anyway, if it is separated, it does not mean that I will leave. I am very willing to continue doing with Qiu Xing—"

"What?" Qiu Xing asked when he appeared on the stairs of the second floor.

Xie Yang looked up at Qiu Xing and resolutely said, "Be a friend."

Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang, his eyes deep.

"Not a friend, at least a business partner and a roommate." Xie Yang asked sincerely, "So is there any way to discuss the issue of continuous power off?"

Qiu Xing didn't speak for a while, looked up and down Xie Yang coldly, and said: "No negotiation. Xie Yang, I want to stay up here with me, it's impossible for a lifetime." The study.

Xie Yang asked Zhou Miao: "Does the building behind you live lose power at night?"

Zhou Miao was shocked, nodded quickly, nodded vigorously, and slowly backed off: "Broken, broken! Broken like this one! And, and my room is small, I can't, I can't take you." The **** ran away.

Desperate residential life.

Xie Yang admits his fate and returns to the room.

At lunch, Qiu Xing suddenly changed his mouth and said, "You can keep going on weekends."

Xie Yang chopsticks, suspecting that he had heard it wrong, asked: "What are you saying?"

Qiu Xing has already eaten. He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth and stood up, looking at Xie Yang condescendingly, and said, "If you let me find you stay up late again..."

Xie Yang Congshanruliu: "Then you continue to power off."

Qiu Xing was satisfied, turned around and left, took two steps and then stopped, asking: "That season with you... Do you know the female star named Mu Zhouyi?"

The hostess actually caught Qiu Xing's attention.

"I don't understand. Do you need me to find out for you?"

Qiu Xing actually thought about it very seriously, and then shook his head indifferently: "Forget it, if Qing Lin can't even see a woman, then I don't need to worry about it for him." After that, he really left.

Xie Yang watched Qiu Xing leave, and slowly squeezed his chopsticks.

Now Qiu Xing is willing to let go and let the male host go on his own, and he no longer pays attention to who is around the male host... Butterfly's wings have finally begun to work on the main story.

...

In the afternoon, Xie Yang, who was in a good mood, met Ji Zehui, who was in a bad mood, and changed his mind. He suggested that Ji Zehui climb up from wherever he fell, and then record a solo version of "Nang Tao" to let them out because of " "Nurture" questioned Ji Zehui's singing, and because "Nurture" could not be questioned.

Ji Zehui really wanted to slap the people who questioned his singing skills, and readily accepted Xie Yang's suggestions.

"Then let's start directly, or that sentence, be mentally prepared. Since I'm recording the song for you, then you have to listen to me all. I'm very strict. Don't complain about it for a while."

Ji Zehui murmured in his heart, how strict can he ask, is there a dragon tree, especially that metamorphosis?

Three hours later, Ji Zehui found himself too naive. If the dragon tree is particularly picky and perverted, then Xieyang is the devil who is critical!

Xie Yang squeezed away the sound engineer and sneered at Ze Zehui in the recording studio: "What did you just sing? Is it the country soil? Hey, you sang too much and forgot how to use your voice, come back!"

Ji Zehui took a deep breath: "Xie Yang, don't be too--"

"Think about the people on the Internet who scold you and question your singing, think about all your competitors, they are now trying their best to drag you into the mud, and want you to fall off the altar, just like "Nang Tao" "The waves that try to overturn people are the same. Tell me, do you want to be crushed by them, defeated by them, and stepped on them completely?"

Ji Zehui clenched his fists hard.

"Come back and start!"

Ji Zehui listened to the urgent prelude of almost vomiting, remembered the insults and doubts on the Internet, and remembered the vicious words of the black powder, and looked at the face of Xie Yang's beating, only to feel that there was a swell in the chest cavity. Hold the microphone, close your eyes and open your throat.

--Do not! No one can pull him down!

Ji Zehui sang "The Wave of Rage" in one go, full of emotion, skillful, and extremely contagious.

Xiao Jin just happened to come to Ji Zehui and heard a stunned expression on his face when he heard Ji Zehui's singing.

The music stopped, and Ji Zehui slumped on the chair, sweating all over, but his expression was cheerful.

Xie Yang raised his hands and slammed his palms twice, saying, "Perfect, it's over. Take a break and record "Yi Jian Ping Chun Qiu" for a while."

Ji Zehui relaxed completely and almost slipped to the ground.

Xie Yang walked in, stood in front of Ji Zehui, and asked, "Is it cool to devote yourself to singing?"

Ji Zehui slowly adjusted his breath and said nothing.

"Xu Chenhao once told me when he decided to retreat behind the scenes, the prosperous and charming eyes in front of the stage, he was afraid to stay in front of the stage, he would never write a good tune. Ji Zehui, now I give you this sentence The prosperity in front of the stage is indeed provocative, but don’t disappoint your voice."

Xie Yang left the studio, and Ji Zehui suddenly raised his hand and wiped his face heavily.

Xiao Jin pushed the door in and stepped in. He looked at Ji Zehui with exclamation and said, "Ze Hui, you really should listen to the "Nursing Wave" you just sang. It's great. I haven't heard you make such a perfect voice in years ."

Ji Zehui didn't speak.

"I just talked with the recording engineer. He said that Jie Yang is very professional and more professional than him. I am now very happy that we did not continue to be the enemy of Xie Yang, and I am glad to have this cooperation with Xie Yang." He and Ji Zehui looked at each other seriously and said, "Ze Hui, no matter which aspect I look at, I hope you can deal with Xie Yang in the future."

The recording of "Yijianping Chunqiu" is much smoother than "Raging Waves", Ji Zehui's emotions suddenly settled down, and every sentence he sang was very serious. Even if it was not perfect, he could hear his intentions.

Xie Yang raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.

After all the songs were recorded, Ji Zehui offered to ask Xie Yang for dinner.

Xie Yang refused, saying he wanted to go home and eat with his family.

"Wait a minute." Ji Zehui took out his mobile phone again. "You probably don't understand if you are a newcomer. It's best to break the rumors and take a group photo. Take a picture?"

Xie Yang looked at Ji Zehui's dry expression and nodded.

Xiao Jin took the phone and took a photo of the two of them. Ji Zehui raised his hand to take Xie Yang's shoulder, and Xie Yang abandoned it and shook it.

Ji Zehui: "..."

After taking the photo, Ji Zehui sent Xie Yang to leave. The recording took place in a studio subordinate to Emperor Tian. When they reached the parking lot, they happened to encounter another line of Emperor Tian people coming down the elevator next door.

Ji Zehui looked at it, and then frowned and said something sullen.

Xie Yang looked at Ji Zehui's eyes and saw a tall man walking with a long skirt woman in front of him, and the long skirt woman next to the tall man... The mistress, coincidence, you shouldn't be in Take care of Feng Qinglin?

The man and the hostess also saw Ji Zehui and Xie Yang, the hostess was stunned, and her eyes fell on Xie Yang. The man’s eyes fell on Ji Zehui, and she said hello: "Ze Hui, I heard that you have two big endorsements. It's going to be yellow, what's wrong, so careless."

Ji Zehui fought back with a cold face: "Yuan Pang, I heard that the theme song you sang for Hu Zheng's new movie was criticized by the fans. What's the matter, you won't have to say goodbye to the theme circle of the movie."

The thin and tall man Yuan Pang smiled lightly: "Ze Hui, everyone is a company, you are not good like this."

Ji Zehui sneered and said nothing.

The female host, Mu Zhouyi, quickly made a noise and made a mud, and then greeted Ji Zehui: "Brother Ji, it happened that I met here." He looked at Xie Yang again and nodded his head.

In the softness, with a bit of cold female voice ringing in the empty basement, obviously the voice is not loud, but it seems to have drilled straight into the eardrum.

Xie Yang moved his finger, raised his hand and pressed the hat on the indenter, and nodded toward the hostess.

This voice...should have been nourished by golden fingers.

Ji Zehui should have a face-to-face relationship with the hostess. Wen Yan condensed her expression and said a few words to the hostess. Xie Yang learned from the conversation between the two that the reason why the female lead Mu Zhouyi appeared here with Yuan Pang was because she agreed to be the protagonist of Yuan Pang's new song.

Yuan Pang's eyes suddenly moved to Xie Yang, and he looked at them carefully and asked, "Are you Xie Yang?"

Xie Yang nodded politely: "Senior Yuan is good."

Yuan Pang's eyes shifted between Xie Yang and Ji Zehui, and he smiled unclearly, saying, "Neither do you."

The two parties exchanged their greetings and dispersed to leave. I don't know if it was a coincidence or something. Mu Zhouyi, who was walking next to Yuan Pang, suddenly walked to an assistant who relied on Xie Yang.

Xie Yang put his hands on his side pockets.

The next second, Mu Zhouyi didn't pay attention when pulling a bag, and waved his hand to Xie Yang's clothes. If Xie Yang didn't insert his hand into his pocket, Mu Zhouyi's hand should just hit Xie Yang's hand.

Xie Yang clearly felt a strange wave spread from where he was hit, and the power core that he hadn't been able to sense since he passed through suddenly flashed a trace, and his brain suddenly fainted.

Xie Yang stopped in an instant, looking sideways at Mu Zhouyi.

"Sorry, I'm hitting you." Mu Zhouyi apologized, and his expression was seamless.

Xie Yang slowly pressed his emotions back and said, "It's okay." He said tightening his fingers and turned to stride away.

...

After dinner, Xie Yang did not return to the room, but went to the lake to find a place with lots of water and grass. He squatted down and pulled a grass in his hand. But no matter how he feels, the power core no longer responds.

Illusion?

Xie Yang sat on the ground, raised his hand and pressed his forehead, frowning slightly.

Not very similar.

But the awakening and escalation of the power will not cause the sudden fainting of the mind, but will only continue to have high fever, so before his fainting should be affected by the golden finger of the female host. But he obviously did not let the heroine touch the skin.

Also, did the hostess try to touch him before, in order to give him a good impression? why?

"What are you doing sitting here?"

Xie Yang looked back and looked back.

Qiu Xing stood behind Xie Yang, and Xie Yang turned his head and threw the jacket in his hand directly to Xie Yang.

Xie Yang pulled down his coat, put it on consciously, and patted the ground beside him: "Sit."

Qiu Xing looked at the grass that had begun to dry and turned yellow, and walked to Xie Yang to stand still. He inserted his right hand into his pants pocket and took out a bag of fish feed.

Xie Yang stretched his hand inwardly.

"...Just your face is thick." Qiu Xing poured a little fish feed into his hand and warned, "It is forbidden to grab food with fish."

Xie Yang smiled and found it inconvenient to sit and feed the fish, so he stood up and walked to the lake to throw in some fish feed. Soon a fish swam over, and the red and white fish scales glowed with a metal-like cold luster under the lights of the lake, which was very beautiful.

Qiu walked to Xie Yang and threw some fish feed into the lake.

Neither of them spoke. After a while, Xie Yang said: "I saw Mu Zhouyi today."

Qiu Xing lost his fish feed.

"At the time, Ji Zehui and I just finished recording the song and went downstairs. She and another Emperor Singer also went downstairs. Everyone met in the parking lot. Ji Zehui knew them and stopped and said two words. She should recognize me. Yes, in fact, when we talked with Feng Qinglin that day, she was hiding in the stairs."

Qiu Xing didn't speak, his eyes reflected the water, and he couldn't see the emotion inside.

Xie Yang wanted to say a few more bad words about the hostess, but after thinking about it, she swallowed again and said, "Ji Zehui may understand some things about Mu Zhouyi. If you are interested, I can help you."

"No need." Qiu Xing refused, throwing fish feed all over the lake, "No need."