This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Shen Yue went to the hospital and got the inspection report.

It's blood cancer.

The doctor said: "As long as you actively cooperate with the treatment, there is still a possibility of recovery."

Shen Yue stared at those words, confused and at a loss.

After walking out of the hospital, he threw the inspection report into the trash can.

She walked aimlessly, her mind was buzzing, her pale face was flushed by the cold wind.

The snow started to fall again, step by step, walking across the long street in a daze, looking around, I no longer knew where I was.

Stretching out his hand, snowflakes fell on the palm of his hand, and it melted after a while, but the chill poured into the bone marrow.

The freezing cold engulfed her, and her spine was aching from the cold.

Maybe it was fate, she met Zhang Cong again.

The man was tall and panting. At that time, he saw a familiar figure from a long distance, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, so he searched frantically nearby, and finally found it.

The light light fell on her face very softly, her eyelashes fluttered slowly, her lips were pursed like a smile, as clean as emerald green leaves.

"Brother, take me home."

She has nowhere to go.

Zhang Cong's heart was beating a little fast, and he was at a loss what to do.

The Adam's apple rolled twice nervously, and the voice was low and hoarse: "Okay."

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Zhang Cong lives in a single apartment, the decoration is simple and clean, which is eye-catching.

There was still unmelted snow on Shen Yue's hair and clothes, so Zhang Cong found a clean new suit and handed it to her, telling her to take a bath first, while he went to the kitchen to cook.

After the meal was ready, Shen Yue's bath was also finished.

She was wearing Zhang Cong's clothes, both the trousers and the sleeves were too long, her shoulders were thinner and thinner, and the skin exposed by the black sweater was pale and fragile, perhaps because the skin was too thin, Even the dark blue veins can be clearly seen.

Her black hair hangs over her shoulders, beautiful like a thick patch of algae, and her neck is slender and vermilion white.

Zhang Cong watched, the tip of his ears quietly bursting into red.

The dishes on the table are very rich, exuding a strong aroma, which whets people's appetite. It can easily arouse people's appetite, and it is obvious that they have put a lot of thought into it.

The man beckons her to come over for dinner.

Shen Yue took a sip, the taste was very good, she lowered her eyes and smiled lowly: "It's delicious, brother, your craftsmanship is really good."

Zhang Cong couldn't help but squeezed his chopsticks tightly. He has handsome eyebrows and eyes, a very traditional handsome appearance, healthy wheat-colored skin, looks tall and big, and even a bit fierce, but he was gently praised by the woman, I don't know how to place my hands and feet.

I can only say clumsily: "If it tastes good, eat more."

Zhang Cong's cooking skills are very good, but Shen Yue lost her appetite after a few mouthfuls, and even felt a little nauseous. After taking a sip of the soup, she put down her chopsticks.

He didn't even finish half of the rice in the bowl, Zhang Cong thought it didn't suit Shen Yue's appetite, so he heard Shen Yue say: "My appetite is relatively small."

But this appetite is really too small.

Zhang Cong felt that Shen Yue ate such a small amount, it was like eating cat food, and she was too thin, but he also knew that there was no rush for such a thing, so he didn't say much.

But at night, Zhang Cong cut some fruit and sent it over. The door was unlocked, so he knocked politely twice, and opened the door without getting a response.

The light in the bathroom was on and the door was open. He walked in and heard the sound of vomiting from the bathroom.

Putting the fruit in his hand on the table casually, Zhang Cong ran over immediately, Shen Yue couldn't spit it out anymore, she didn't eat anything at first, and what she spit out later was completely sour water.

Zhang Cong's face was full of panic, he heard the sound of vomiting, and even his heart was clenched, and he slowly patted the woman's thin back, his fingers were stiff.

From his angle, she could see the snow-white neck and graceful jawline, and the dark blue blood vessels on the side of the neck burst out. She didn't straighten up until she couldn't vomit anything from the back, and went to the sink next to her to rinse her mouth and wash her face. .

The man has been following her eagerly all this time, looking at her thin and pale cheeks, the red corners of her eyes, the black and wet eyes containing water mist, and the thin eyelids slightly swollen, a faint feeling emerges in her heart. A vague feeling of uneasiness.

"Yueyue, are you sick?"

There was a stabbing pain in her stomach, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on the woman's forehead. Her face was very white, her eyelashes trembled, and her lips were bright red: "It's okay, I just ate something bad yesterday."

"Then let's go to the hospital." The man's tone was undisguised worry.

Shen Yue shook her head and refused, "No need, it will be fine in a while."

Zhang Cong tried to persuade him for a while, but seeing that Shen Yue was really unwilling, he went to the living room to find some stomach medicine.

When Zhang Cong came in with stomach medicine and warm water, Shen Yue was already lying on the bed and fell asleep.

Curled up, this is an extremely uneasy sleeping position, as if this can give myself a sense of security, half of the quilt fell to the ground.

Zhang Cong's footsteps were very light, he approached, stood beside him, softly coaxing Shen Yue to get up and take the medicine.

Shen Yue was very sleepy, she didn't even open her eyes when she took the medicine, and fell asleep again in a daze.

The long, smooth hair was scattered on the pillow, fluffy and soft.

Zhang Cong rubbed the fingertips hanging by his side twice, lowered his eyes, and reached out to rub the woman's hair.

Very soft and easy to touch.

The man's eyebrows became extremely soft.

For a moment, he was reluctant to leave, almost greedily looking at the woman's sleeping face.

But soon the woman seemed to be having a nightmare, her exquisite brows furrowed, her breathing gradually became short, her lips twitched slightly, with a soft weeping sound.

Zhang Cong reached out to touch her face, and the woman subconsciously rubbed the warm and rough palm.

She closed her eyes, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

The crystal clear teardrops hit the pillow one by one, and the eyelashes were wet, like a butterfly in the rain.

Zhang Cong looked at his hands, the palms were wet with tears, and there was a suffocating dullness in the air.

With his head down, he could vaguely hear the woman calling someone's name.

He didn't know who Shen Yue was calling, but he still responded: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Shen Yue closed her eyes, still trapped in a nightmare, she couldn't hear at all.

But she could feel the looming tenderness, so she shed tears even more joyfully, "Qi Rui..."

Zhang Cong heard it clearly, his back was so stiff that it was about to collapse, his heart felt cold, his fingers trembled slightly, suppressing the darkness in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to cover Shen Yue's head, and gently stroked it.

"Brother is here."

Shen Yue called a person's name all night, and repeated those two words over and over again.

Qi Rui.