The host is charming and charming

Chapter 73 Black-bellied Boss Fu's Cultivated Girlfriend (32)

It may be motion sickness medicine, or it may be to prevent colds. Who doesn't have some regular medicine in the suitcase.

But why would I be so flustered?

It seems that something is about to break out of the cage and destroy everything.

Struggling flashed in his eyes, and Fu Qijun still stretched out his hand to the medicine box under the influence of ghosts.

Zhaoge in the bedroom took off the mask and threw it into the trash can. When he turned around, a white light flashed in his mind.

She secretly said "Oops", and hurriedly chased after Fu Qijun.

"Little uncle, you can't find it, I will come by myself..."

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Fu Qijun squatting beside the suitcase with his back turned to him.

Such a tall person seemed helpless at this moment, even pitiful.

Zhaoge's eyes fell on the medicine box in Fu Qijun's hand, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

In order not to let Fu Qijun see the clue, she kept hiding the medicine in the crack of the box and took it behind Fu Qijun's back.

But this morning I rushed out to play, so I randomly stuffed the medicine back.

Sure enough, people can't put things indiscriminately.

Fu Qijun stood up with some difficulty, and the packaging of the medicine box was a little reflective under the light.He turned to Zhaoge, raised the medicine box in his hand, "When did it happen...why? You, why didn't you tell me."

His hands trembled slightly, and his face was frighteningly pale.

"Little uncle..."

Fu Qijun took a deep breath, stepped forward to embrace Zhaoge, his chin rested lightly on Zhaoge's head, and smiled a little forcedly.

I don't know whether he is comforting Zhaoge or himself, "Zhaoge, don't be afraid, it's okay.

I'll take you to the hospital right away, we'll see the best doctor.I will definitely not let anything happen to you, Zhaoge, you will be fine. "

Zhaoge couldn't bear it, she raised her arms and hugged Fu Qijun's waist, and said the cruelest words in the most intimate gesture, "Little uncle, it's useless, it's already in the late stage."

The arm that hugged him tightened, making Zhaoge painful.

She frowned slightly, but just followed Fu Qijun's back, "My original intention was to spend the last happy time with you. I didn't expect..."

She smiled bitterly, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to miss the appointment."

Fu Qijun froze, his heart constricted and ached.

Blame him, blame him for not discovering her earlier.

After a long time, he hoarsely said: "Zhaoge, don't say sorry, never say sorry."

A hot tear dripped from the top of his head, sliding across Zhaoge's eyelashes.

Her eyes trembled slightly, and an indescribable emotion weighed on her heart, making her breathless.

At first, Fu Qijun acted like crazy, taking Zhaoge to various hospitals, checking information all night long, and using all resources to find someone to save her.

After a few more days, he had to accept the fact, but he still couldn't sleep.

Watching Zhaoge take medicine every day, watching her eat.In front of Zhaoge, he behaved the same as before, and sometimes even took the initiative to joke around to adjust the atmosphere.

At night, he began to suffer from insomnia, afraid that if he closed his eyes, what he would touch would be ice cold.

Later, it turned into Zhaoge watching him and forcing him to sleep.

In less than ten days, both of them lost a lot of weight.

One is due to physical illness and the other is due to mental illness.

One day, Zhaoge looked good and begged Fu Qijun to take her out for a stroll and get some fresh air.

Fu Qijun agreed, but in fact, he never rejected Zhaoge, nor would he reject her.

But as soon as he went out, Zhaoge passed out.

When I woke up again, I was in the cold hospital again.

This time the smell of the disinfectant water was not obvious, and it was all separated from the oxygen mask.

There were people standing in front of the hospital bed, it seemed that someone was crying and someone was saying something to her.

She couldn't see the shape of the mouth very clearly, there seemed to be a knife lying horizontally in her throat, which hurt her a lot.

Clasping one hand up, the movement was gentle, and the corners of Zhaoge's mouth were pulled up, trying to show a nice smile, but it was of no avail.

She moved her fingers and barely held back.

Everyone in the room left one by one, and only Fu Qijun was left in the end.

Zhaoge tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see the person in front of him clearly.

"Little...Little Uncle..."

"I'm here, I'm in Zhaoge."

Zhaoge on the hospital bed heard the response clearly, his pale lips moved in an extremely low voice.

After barely finishing speaking, she couldn't hold it anymore and closed her eyes forever.

With a beep, the electrocardiogram became flat lines.

But Fu Qijun understood, she was saying: Live well, don't be sad.

"Zhaoge..."

He leaned over slightly, and kissed Zhaoge's forehead, with tears streaming down his face, "You're gone, what do you want me to do. Zhaoge, you are so cruel..."

When a person dies, the sense of hearing is the last to lose its function.

When Zhaoge heard Fu Qijun's words, his consciousness trembled suddenly.

[System: Ding!The target's favorability is +5, and the current favorability is 100, and the raid mission is successfully completed. ]
It looked worriedly at Qingsi in the corner, this time, it flashed three times in a row.

Fortunately, in the end it was bleak.

Its host will never be moved by the Demon Lord!
For a long time, everyone was immersed in grief.

Only Fu Qijun, like a normal person, neither sad nor happy, works and sleeps normally every day.

But Zhou Yu felt that his president was no different from a walking dead.

Since that Miss Xu passed away, he was neither sad nor happy, and his heart was ashamed.

Every Friday, he would go to visit Miss Xu alone with a red rose in his hand, and he would sit there all afternoon.

In a blink of an eye, it's time again.

Assistant Xiao Zhou looked at the drizzle outside the window, and said to Fu Qijun in the back seat: "Boss Fu, it's raining, bring an umbrella."

Fu Qijun crossed his legs and said calmly: "No, you go back first."

Just as Xiao Zhou was about to persuade him, he had already opened the car door and walked towards the cemetery step by step.

When he came to a field, he stopped, bent down and leaned the delicate rose in his hand under the tombstone.

The rain gradually became heavier, soaking his clothes, and the cold rain hit his face, but he didn't seem to have heard it, squatting down on one knee, and raised his hand to wipe the photo on the tombstone.

"You said that receiving roses on Friday is a romantic thing. I don't know if there are roses everywhere in your place."

A black umbrella appeared above his head, and Fu Qijun paused slightly.

His heart beat faster, for no reason, he dared not look up.

"Little uncle..."

A familiar voice sounded, and his fingertips were like electric shocks, and he stood up suddenly.

Under the torrential rain, the two quietly looked at each other.

Fu Qijun stretched out his hand tentatively, and when he touched her warm face, he showed surprise and hugged her in his arms, "Zhaoge, it's really you! I knew it, you must be still alive!"

Fu Qijun's bones became painful, Zhaoge rubbed his face in his arms, "Little uncle, you've lost weight."

The raindrops in the sky took on a clearly visible shape, as if the pause button was pressed and everything stood still.

The black umbrella in Zhao Singer turned golden yellow in an instant, absorbing all the raindrops.

After a while, the golden umbrella seemed to be unable to bear the huge force any longer, and streaks of golden light continued to spread across the cemetery.

Hei Yao beads condensed from between Fu Qijun's eyebrows and floated to Zhaoge's eyes.

The picture freezes again, in the void space, Zhaoge reaches into the streamer mirror and takes out the black bead.

The elk-shaped Junjun shook his ice-blue antlers, and couldn't help but pursed his mouth.

Again!The host broke the rules again and weaved dreams for the demon king clone!
Originally, a nine-day thunder calamity was enough to kill, but now there is another one.

Zhao Ge circulated the scorching black pearl in his hand, his heart seemed as calm as stagnant water, and as agitated as a stormy sea.

She made a mudra in her palm, and there was another bead in her hand.

Jun Jun stared wide-eyed, "Host! You are extracting memories again!"

Zhaoge waved his hand, and the two in mid-air flew to the elk, "Junjun, put it away."

She blinked, and her red lips parted slightly, "Let's go, the next plane."

　Happy April Fool's Day~
　　All the little abuse is to pave the way for the appearance of the big boss! (Recite to myself first...)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)