My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Qiu Xing admired Xie Yang's expression at this moment, and he felt comfortable, and said slowly: "Just kidding, he is a gadget brought by Xie's family and will stay with me in the next few years."

Xie Yang: "..."

Feng Qinglin's expression was stiff.

This answer does not seem to be much better than the "joke" just now.

Seeing that they did not respond, Qiu Xing's expression was heavy again: "Is this joke funny?"

Feng Qinglin smiled in coordination and said, "Uncle, you are so humorous. You just said that, and I was so scared that I thought you were looking for a man to be my aunt. But how did Xiejia send a boy over, uncle? Are you..."

"You asked too much." Qiu Xing changed his face inexplicably again, stood up and said coldly, "You have a good rest." After that, he turned and left.

Xie Yang looked at Fengfeng Qinglin. Feng Qinglin noticed Xie Yang's sight, but he smiled helplessly and said, "My uncle thinks so and comes out, you... Since you're by his side, please accompany him, thank you."

Worthy of being a man behind the future film, acting well.

Xie Yang didn't answer, turned to keep up with Qiu Xing, waiting to see the hostess' next performance.

In the plot of the original book, the plot of visiting the sick was written from the perspective of the heroine. Tonight, after dealing with the agent, the female host didn't worry about the male host, hurried to the hospital to visit, accidentally heard the conversation between the male host and Qiu Xing outside the ward, and knew a bit about the male host's life experience. Sympathy, I can't help but care about the male host in the next relationship... There is a small plot here. The female host was too attentive because of overhearing, did not notice the hate line that went out suddenly, the two hit a face to face, The hostess fled in a hurry, successfully attracting the attention of Qiu Xing.

The plot of the romance novel was very disgusting before Xie Yang, but now Xie Yang wants to see it.

Qiu Xing has arrived at the door.

Xie Yang put his hands in his pockets and controlled his distance only one step behind Qiu Xing, looking at the door of the ward.

Qiu Xing suddenly turned around, his tone yin and yang strange: "Why walk so slow, why can't you bear Qing Lin?"

Xie Yang braked in time, and he didn't hit Qiu Xing.

There was a little clue from outside the door, and then there was a step away from the footsteps before returning to silence. Xie Yang swears with the keenness of his end-to-end practice that the heroine mostly heard the movement.

He looked at Qiu Xing.

"What is your expression?" Qiu Xing bowed his head close to Xie Yang, his voice cold as a poised snake, "I don't want to follow me, eh?"

"..." Xie Yang threw Qiu Xing a lazy look into his eyes and pushed him open the door to go out.

There was no one outside the door, and the hostess ran away.

Qiu Xing lowered his head a little, looking at the shoulders he was pushed.

Xie Yang's mood suddenly improved.

After two scenes just now, he has determined that although this is a book world, the plot does not seem to be unchangeable, and the behavior patterns of the characters in the plot have not been restricted to death. The original book is a little different. Another example is that the meeting between Qiu Xing and the hostess broke up on his own without intervention.

That is to say, as long as he **** the butterfly wings, Xie Yang will not necessarily die.

This is a world with a high degree of freedom.

Xie Yang had a heart.

Qiu Xing noticed that Xie Yang raised his corner of the mouth and patted the place where he was hit with a dark face, striding over Xie Yang and striding away.

The two walked out of the hospital and got on the train.

The driver noticed that Qiu Xing's face smelled a lot worse than before, but Xie Yang's eyebrows were loosened, and he was in a good mood.

What is happening?

The driver started the car carefully, aimed at Xie Yang next to it, and at the back seat of Qiu Xing. He quietly overturned Xie Yang's "cowardly, bully, low family, and don't care", and gave Xie Yang a poke A "Dangerous Goods" chapter has been added.

"Go to Qiushui Mansion."

The driver recalled and reminded: "But the boss..."

"Shut up, go to Qiushui Mansion."

The driver touched the gloomy line of sight seen by Qiu Xing through the rearview mirror, stunned, shut up, and drove quietly.

Xie Yang was too lazy to guess what dumb puzzles the two were playing, self-consciously closed his eyes.

Twenty minutes later, Xie Yang knew the answer to the dumb mystery. He stood on the first floor of the Leaping Apartment, looking at Qiu Xing upstairs.

"There is only one bedroom here, you can only grieve you in the living room." Qiu Xing supported the railing and smiled maliciously. "I hope you can have a good night." After finishing sweeping the clothes on his shoulders, he turned and left. Before leaving, he turned off all the lights on the first floor.

Xie Yang: "..."

The disease is not light.

He looked around for a while, which was obviously not renovated, so empty the living room without a sofa, looked for it, and walked towards the bathroom.

The bathroom is very spacious, with an oversized bathtub, a stack of clean towels is placed on the shelf next to the bathtub, brand-new unopened toiletries are placed on the washbasin at the door, the water heater is turned on, and hot water is used casually. For Xie Yang, who has mixed with the last days, this condition is already considered heaven, and he is very satisfied.

He took a comfortable hot bath, threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine, only turned around in the living room around the bath towel, fortunately found a carpet, folded it over the dry bathtub, and then Put a clean bath towel on the carpet and sleep comfortably after locking the bathroom door.

In the middle of the night, Xie Yang was awakened by the opening of the door, opened his eyes, and was facing Qiu Xing's dark face. He hid instinctively, accumulating energy.

Qiu Xing sneered and raised his hand, throwing a quilt on his face.

boom!

Qiu Xing ran away when he was scared, and threw the door violently.

Xie Yang pulled off the quilt on his head, glared at the bathroom door, and his good temper tempered by the end of the world was almost broken. He moved his palm, restrained his fist, and lay down again.

This dog's temper is really deserved to not grab the hostess!

Xie Yang slept until nightfall nightmare, took out his clothes from the washing machine in a depressed mood after getting up, went out and went upstairs, kicked the bedroom door with one foot, and pulled in all the curtains that were tightly pulled.

Sunshine scrambled into the room one after another, and Ming Huang stabbed on Qiu Xing's face. Qiu moved, his eyes were still open, and his mouth was poisoned first: "Who... close the curtains and roll quickly, and I won't use them for work tomorrow!"

Xie Yang leaned on the small table in front of the window and replied coolly: "Unfortunately, Mr. Qiu, I was hired by your mother to give you joy. You can't decide where to stay."

Qiu Xing was completely awake, opened his eyes to look at him, and he got up and gasped: "It's you..."

Xie Yang sat down with a sword and provoked him: "It's me, why, does Mr. Qiu want to fire me?"

Qiu Xing propped himself up to look at him. After a few seconds, the waking breath on his body suddenly dissipated. He lifted his hand and grabbed the scattered hair. He was lifted up and hummed: "Don't call Ruyi abacus, Xie Yang. After all of your life, this is where it goes." After that he went straight into the bathroom.

Xie Yang watched his figure disappear behind the bathroom door, converging the arrogant posture he deliberately placed, frowned, and got up to leave.

The breakfast was delivered by the driver. There were two servings. One serving was very generous and filled with a large three-tier food box. One portion was very rough, and a plastic bag filled with a bowl of fried noodles bought on the roadside.

Xie Yang consciously took the fried noodles.

"Who told you to eat that?" Qiu Xing ordered some food boxes. "Eat this."

The driver with the wallflower quickly glanced at Qiu Xing, and stepped forward to divide the porridge and snacks in the food box in half before Xie Yang.

Xie Yang had some miscellaneous food last night, and it was just about to eat something light. There was no opinion to push the fried noodles away. He picked up a spoon and stirred the thick porridge and fed it to his mouth.

The pure rice fragrance spread out in her mouth, and Xie Yang made a quick look, looking down at the porridge bowl.

This is actually a bowl of white porridge, the kind without the addition of seasoning, even the basic salt is not given.

Qiu Xing smiled and asked, "Is the patient's meal delicious?"

Xie Yang swallowed the porridge without speaking. The rice used for cooking porridge is very good, and the cooking method is also very delicate. This taste is just for him...it is enjoyment.

He drank another spoonful, tasted it carefully, and nodded, then spoonful after spoonful, he quickly drank a bowl of porridge. After drinking the porridge, his stomach was still empty. He turned to pick up the chopsticks and grabbed a thin layer of roasted wheat and took a bite.

An umami flavor purely mixed with the taste of the ingredients permeated the tip of the tongue, and raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the driver: "Where did you buy them? The cook has good craftsmanship." It just fits his taste.

The driver was dumbfounded and replied dryly: "Mr. Xie, these are made by the cook at home for the boss. You... do you really feel delicious?"

"Well, it's good." The joy and satisfaction of people who long for food hunger for food can't be concealed. Although the tone of Xie Yang's speech is still plain, but people with clear eyes can see that he likes the food in front of him. And they were very satisfied and happy.

Qiu Xing's expression froze. He glanced at the breakfast in front of him slightly suspiciously.

The familiar faint taste touched the tip of the tongue, and the driver did not get the breakfast wrong.

He looked at Xie Yang inconceivably: "You..." Has your tongue broken?

Xie Yang just stuffed the whole roasted wheat into his mouth, and looked up at him with a faint look, with an impatience to be disturbed.

"..."

"Ha." Qiu Xing suddenly smiled, leaning back in his chair, his tone cheerful, "eat more, this table is yours."

Xie Yang was too lazy to take care of him and bowed his head to continue eating.

After breakfast, Qiu Xing took Xie Yang to the company. His good mood lasted for a long time. Not only did he not get nervous on the way to the company, he also cared about the status of Xie Yang with his elder style.

"Is C going to start school? When are you going back to City B, do you have the money to pay the tuition?"

Xie Yang remembered that the original owner was still a student and went to school in City B, where he studied acting, now in his junior year. Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered the group of people he saw when he just wore it last night.

Looking at the situation, the original owner still seems to be a small artist now?

But how did he remember that the cannon fodder in the plot was a wasteless one who had no career, no friends, and was kept by the villains. So is this a bug in the book, or is he about to lose his job?