My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Ji Zehui was shocked and returned the news in seconds.

Ji Zehui: Is it really Mu Zhouyi? Or do you want to hang Mu Zhou Yi?

Xie Yang: It's her. Just do it.

After talking with Ji Zehui, Xie Yang glanced at the time, at half past eight. After dinner, Qiu Xing went to talk with He Jun again about "office affairs", and it was estimated that he would return to his room at 1:30.

He put down his phone and got up to wash.

At half past nine, the door was finally pushed open.

Xie Yang looked up.

Qiu Xing walked in with a cell phone, and Xie Yang looked at each other without saying anything. He went to the closet and took out his pajamas, put them into the bathroom, and then came out and stopped by the bed.

Xie Yang, who was lying on the bed, looked up at Qiu Xing and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiu Xing's expression was very deep. After seeing Xie Yang for a few seconds, he suddenly reached out to touch Xie Yang's hair and said, "It doesn't matter if you become stupid."

Xie Yang raised his eyebrows and sat up slightly.

Qiu Xing crouched down.

Xie Yang looked down at Qiu Xing again.

Qiu Xing didn't look at Xie Yang, half eyes down, stretched his hand, retracted it, stretched it again, and finally stretched out completely, holding the hand that Xian Yang put on the quilt.

Xie Yang didn't move and let Qiu Xing hold it.

"It doesn't matter if you become stupid." Qiu Xing looked up at Xie Yang, his mouth opened, but he just repeated it again. "It doesn't matter if you become stupid."

The sugar jar tried hard to open the lid.

Xie Yang gently held Qiu Xing's hand, silently encouraging.

Qiu Xing suddenly shut his mouth and looked at the hands they were shaking. After a while, he straightened up and said: "Xie Yang, you are not a commodity... The trading relationship between us is over."

Xie Yang wanted to laugh and held back, asking seriously, "Do you want to divorce me?"

Qiu Xing's smashed cauldron broke in a second, frowning and blacking his face, looking at Xie Yang in disbelief, his voice rising unconsciously: "What?"

"Our deal is not that I married you, will you give me money? Now you say you want to close--"

"Not over!" Qiu Xing quickly interrupted Xie Yang's words, holding Xie Yang's hand for a long time, holding back for a long time, bursting out again, staring at Xie Yang, "You are acting silly!"

Xie Yang shook his head: "I haven't."

Qiu Xing's luck: "Then don't interrupt me!"

Xie Yang obediently shut up and used his eyes to indicate that Qiu Xing continued.

Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang in pajamas and leaned against the head of the bed, letting him hold his hand, holding back and holding back, suddenly bent down and stretched his hand to pull Xie Yang into his arms, raised his hand and pressed Xie Yang's back to rub it hard A moment, said: "Don't bother me... I know what you want, I will give it, you are more obedient." After releasing Xie Yang, he turned and stepped into the bathroom.

Click.

The bathroom door is closed.

Xie Yang held the posture of being pulled and hugged for a while, then looked down and smiled.

Qiu Xing in the bathroom probably heard Xing Yang's laughter. After the sound of something falling to the ground, the sound of water suddenly made a big noise, barely suppressing Xie Yang's laughter.

After an hour of honing, Qiu Xing finally came out after taking a shower.

Xie Yang closed his eyes and lay down.

The light was turned off, then the mattress sank, and a person lay beside him. The next second, Xie Yang's hand on his side was held.

Xie Yang's eyelashes moved, trying to open his eyes.

"You're asleep." Qiu Xing clenched Xie Yang's hand tightly, and then clasped his fingers a little, "You're asleep, you don't know anything."

Xie Yang said: "Well, I fell asleep."

"..." Qiu Xing tightened his hands, angrily angrily, "Don't talk when you are asleep!"

"Is it impossible to say dreams?"

"...No way!"

The room was quiet, Xie Yang tried to hold Qiu Xing's hand back.

For a while, Qiu Xing turned over and faced Xie Yang, pulling Xie Yang's hand to his side.

...

No dream overnight.

When Xie Yang woke up the next day, Qiu Xing had already got up. He looked at his body tightly, and then he almost wrapped the quilt that wrapped him up, smiled, and got out of bed.

After washing, he came to the restaurant. Sure enough, Qiu Mother and Qiu Xing were already there, and said good morning. Qiu Xing unconsciously looked away, and then quickly moved back, said to Xie Xie: "Today's milk should be tasted well."

Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing's pretending calm face and responded, "Okay."

The hatred of the mother turned between the two, keeping her quiet quietly.

Not long after breakfast, Feng Qinglin arrived. After answering Feng Qinglin's phone, Xie Yang returned to the small living room, bent over Qiu Xing's shoulders, and whispered: "He's here."

Warm breathing sprayed over, Qiu Xing instinctively straightened his back and grabbed the hand that Xie Yang pressed on his shoulder, slightly turned his head to look at Xie Yang, and then looked at the mother who was turning the album, and whispered: Let Zhou Miao pick him up."

"No, let me go."

Qiu Xing thought about it and nodded.

Xie Yang straightened up and walked out, his feet just stepped out, then stopped and turned back, moving his hand that was still held by Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing returned to his mind, quickly released Xie Yang's hand, and asked with a straight face: "Go back quickly. Don't be lazy, put on your scarf and hat."

Xie Yang responded, and then he left.

...

Feng Qinglin does not have a pass for the nursing home, and the car can only be parked outside the gate. Xie Yang asked Zhou Miao to drive himself out, lowered the window at the door, and waved at the location where Feng Qinglin's vehicle was.

Feng Qinglin got off the bus and got to this car. Zhou Miao turned his car and drove deeper into the nursing home.

After getting on the bus, Feng Qinglin said: "I and Mu Zhouyi broke up."

Xie Yang concentrated on turning his phone and said, "Congratulations on jumping out of the fish pond."

Feng Qinglin calmed down.

The car parked in the open air parking lot. Xie Yang put away his phone and got off the train, Feng Qinglin stepped up to catch up. Xie Yang took Feng Qinglin to the small building and hinted: "I hope you have really thought about it."

Feng Qinglin said: "I dare not say that I think clearly, but I want to know how much I missed and missed."

Xie Yang looked at Feng Qinglin sideways, vaguely feeling he was much calmer than when he last met, and raised his hand to pat his shoulder.

Feng Qinglin stopped walking, looked at Xie Yang sideways, frowned and asked, "What do you do?"

The ability probed through the clothes, slowly penetrated into the body, and turned around, no gold fingers remained. Xie Yang withdrew his hand with satisfaction and asked, "Does Mu Zhouyi agree to break up?"

Feng Qinglin's expression was a bit bleak, and he took back his eyes and looked at the small building that had appeared in front. He said: "I don't agree... She cried a lot on the phone and asked me why I broke up."

"How did you answer?"

"I asked her if "Crazy Musician" and the solo at the New Year's Eve party were the resources given to her by He Rumin. She didn't speak, she just cried, asked to meet, and then I hung up the phone... Xie Yang."

Xie Yang looked at Feng Qinglin with his eyes.

"In your opinion, what kind of person is my dad?"

Xie Yang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Want to hear the truth?"

Feng Qinglin nodded.

Xie Yang withdrew his eyes and said, "I have not been in contact with Fengdian, but this does not prevent me from confirming that he is a scum who deceives and uses emotions. At that time, the Chou family did not have your uncle, and the aunt only had your mother and a daughter, which represented what?"

Feng Qinglin slowed down and did not speak.

Xie Yang replied for Feng Qinglin: "On behalf of who marries your mother, it is possible for anyone to get the glory. Feng Dian is the youngest son of Feng Family, destined to be unable to inherit the family business, if he does not find another way, how to go with his elder brother Than? And turning the daughter of Qiuren's family in his hands, for Feng Family, how happy it should be."

Feng Qinglin stopped completely.

Xie Yang turned to look at Feng Qinglin and continued: "Don't look at the feelings of gratitude and grievance, only from the perspective of interests, you will soon find that everything becomes very clear, everyone's behavior is reasonable and doomed Fengdian is close to Qiu Jing in order to **** Rongding. Qiu and Qiu Jing broke off their relationship, and her aunt also gave Qiuxing a senior citizen and made her will in advance, in order to keep Rongding, warn Fengjia, and also to force you Mom came awake. As soon as this move came out, your mom became a waste chess, so her marital status with Feng Dian turned sharply."

Feng Qinglin's cheeks tightened, his lips squeezed.

"But Fengdian won't divorce your mother because he wants to control your mother, give birth to you, and increase the bargaining power with your uncle in the future. Later, your mother committed suicide, what do you think forced her to The dead end? And why did she tell you before she died that she must take her to see her aunt after finding the other half in the future?"

Feng Qinglin took a shallow breath and reluctantly adjusted his expression, saying: "I want to see uncle."

Xie Yang let go.

Feng Qinglin stepped forward.

"After Feng Family did these things, did your uncle want to completely kill Feng Family? Is it too much?"

Feng Qinglin paused, then strode towards the small building, and finally ran away. Xie Yang followed up one step later, instead of entering the small living room after entering the house, he sat down in the large living room and took out his mobile phone and tweeted Weibo.

An hour later, Qiu walked out and sat down next to Xie Yang.

Xie Yang looked at the phone and said, "End of communication?"

Qiu Xing did not answer. He looked at the void for a long time, then stretched his arms sideways and embraced Xieyang into his arms, raised his chin and rubbed Xieyang's hair, closing his eyes like a relief and slowing his breathing.

Xie Yang's mobile phone stopped, and then continued.

The two hugged silently for a while.

Xie Yang suddenly said: "Tell you good news."

Qiu Xing didn't return after a few seconds, his voice was dumb: "...Huh?"

"The emperor who bullied Yang Xing is about to finish, and Mu Zhouyi will soon be out of luck. She will never have the opportunity to be your nephew's wife in her life." Xie Yang turned his head and looked at Qiu Xing's beautiful neck The breath when talking is all sprayed up, "Are you happy?"

"..." Qiu Xing's throat knot rolled, suddenly holding Xie Yang's head hard, "be honest."

Xie Yang smiled, turned his head back, and continued to brush his phone.

On Weibo, the small star who attempted suicide is opening a live webcast interview. The topic of #皇天潜政策# is high on the hot search list, and the discussion is so high that Weibo has been paralyzed several times.

No matter how refreshed Xie Yang was, he could not open the hot list and the live room of the interview. I regret to give up and looked at the wall clock on the wall and said, "Today is New Year's Eve."

Qiu Xing tightened his arms and kept his words: "I know, the New Year's Eve Party you are going to broadcast, the eighth program."

"I'm not going to say this." Xie Yang turned his head again, "Will you send me a red envelope for the new year? If so, what will the amount be? I will be short of money in the future, I hope you can be generous ."

"..." Qiu Xingren couldn't help but pressed Xie Yang's head again, airway, "When will I not be generous to you! Don't talk anymore, be honest, otherwise the red envelope will be gone!"