My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Tong Jian bit his back teeth, rushed forward and grabbed Mo Bin's collar, and raised his hand to fight.

Mo Bin looked up at him and said, "Tong Tong, I am 28 years old and can't afford it."

Tong Jian's movement stopped, and his fist failed to break down. He collapsed and said, "Why don't you say it earlier! When Brother Hao left, everyone had a meeting to talk about whether or not to leave the team directly, you clearly—"

"What could I do at that time!" Mo Bin grabbed his hand and got up to push him away. "You said you want to sing. Alan said IUD was his original intention. The company did not want to lose the sign of IUD. I am the captain. !The IUD was built by me! Do you want me to say, "Don’t hold on, let it go, we can’t do this?" How do you want me to be a sinner!"

Tong Jian stared at Mo Bin, as if he had known him for the first time, suddenly raised his hands and thumped his forehead, squatted down, grabbed his hair and cried.

Mo Bin's face flashed with struggling colors, but only for a moment, he quickly adjusted his emotions, looked at Ke Lan and Hu Biao, and said, "I have said it so far. Or you can cooperate with me and let Xie Yang came to carry the pot of the scattered group; or, I refused to participate in the commemorative performance in October, and the new song I wrote will not be taken out, and everyone will open the skylight together to finish. Alan, you are also 27 years old and not young. Brother, it’s important to be three entertainers who are already making money, or it’s not important to be a newcomer who really makes a debut. You measure it yourself."

Mo Bin left.

Ke Lan stepped forward and patted Tong Jian's back, and asked, "Brother Biao, what do you choose?"

Hu Biao was stabbed by an entertainer who brought him by himself. He was so angry that he could immediately block Mo Bin, but no, block Mo Bin, the IUD would be over, and Ke Lan and Tong Jian would be over. The company would not agree to him. do.

"Think about it again...I think about it again." He put his hands firmly on the table and put his head against it. "Xie Yang was only 20 years old. I signed him, it was me..."

...

Xie Yang found a guitar in the dormitory.

He was as treasured as he was, playing guitar and singing for a long time with his guitar alone. His **** soon became familiar from rusty and his singing became successful from initial rigidity to later ease and ease.

After finding his feelings, he tried to hum some of his favorite classics written in his previous life. , Dancing wildly around his soul.

Destruction, collapse, gloom, despair, death...new life, hope, recovery of all things, the future is expected.

The tune under the finger slowly changed into a new melody full of joy of life.

After completing the song, Xie Yang dropped the guitar, ran to the desk and turned out a brand new A4 paper, drew his own staff, and quickly wrote it.

The lights were on all night.

When Xie Yang woke up from the kidnapping of inspiration, the sun of the new day had risen from the east.

The stomach is very hungry and the brain is heavy. The feeling of hunger and tiredness that Xie Yang disliked most in the last days controlled his body the first time he woke up. He frowned and patted his cheek with his hand raised.

If you can’t sleep, you have to fill your stomach first, otherwise you may not be able to sleep.

He got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and gurgled it, turned over the refrigerator. When it was empty, he went back to the living room to pick up his mobile phone and backpack, ready to go out for food.

When changing shoes at the entrance, he looked back at the large piles of music scattered on the desk, and then turned back, carefully sorting them out and putting them in his backpack properly.

You have to buy a house, someone else's house, always feel uneasy.

After eating and drinking, Xie Yang went to a park nearby and slumped on a bench by the lake while basking in the sun thinking about leaving the IUD.

A pair of feet wearing leather shoes came into view and came straight towards this side.

Xie Yang narrowed his eyes that could not be opened by the sun and glanced over there, blankly looking away.

Wu Shui, the bodyguard, was embarrassed. He pretended not to notice Xie Yang's rejection and stopped before Xie Yang. He greeted politely: "Mr. Xie, the boss is here to pick you up."

Xie Yang lazily said: "If I don't go, what will you do?"

Wu Shui became more embarrassed and said, "Mr. Xie, I was not right last time when I had a bad attitude towards you. I'm sorry."

"You know the current affairs." Xie Yang put away his long legs and stood to pat his shoulders. "Don't be afraid. I actually like watching people order dishes. I like to do it."

The car that Qiu Xing took was parked at the gate of the park. It was particularly easy to recognize. The cleanest and most expensive one was.

Xie Yang opened the door of the co-pilot and sat down.

"Huh."

When Xie Yang stopped, he looked at Qiu Xing in the back seat: "Are your throat uncomfortable?"

Qiu Xing smiled eerily: "How can a conscience boss like me spend 500 million to hire an ungraded college student?"

"..."

Xie Yang withdrew from the co-pilot, sat in the back seat, and asked, "What should I do?"

Qiu Xing was satisfied, and lifted Erlang's legs and said, "My mother wants to see her daughter-in-law." He looked critically at Xie Yang's appearance, frowning, "What is your image, picking up trash?"

Looking at the black card in his pocket, Xie Yang explained patiently: "I stayed up late yesterday, and I was in a hurry to go out this morning. I didn't have time to change my clothes and wash my hair."

Qiu Xing changed his face in a second: "What did you do to stay up all night, bungee? About guns? Or drugs?"

Xie Yang was expressionless: "Mr. Qiu, you know too much about the nightlife of contemporary young people. In fact, I was last night..." He thought for a while, "I stayed up late to play games."

Qiu Xing looked at him coldly: "Are you insulting my IQ?"

The temperature of the air conditioner in the car was just right, and Xie Yang's sleepy bugs were all blown out. He couldn't deal with his employer anymore, he took off his backpack and threw it into Qiu Xing's arms. He closed his eyes and said: "I did what you did, let me sleep, you shouldn't want your mother to see a black eye Me."

Xie Yang said to go to sleep, Qiu Xing's expression gloomed down with naked eyes.

The driver in the front seat shivered again.

When it was over, Mr. Xie became more and more courageous. He dared to leave the boss and go to bed when the boss talked to him. How could this boss endure? Never before has the boss lost, lost, lost...

Qiu Xing slowly withdrew his gaze of death staring at Xie Yang, opened Xie Yang's backpack, and yanked up the contents.

Qiu Xing turned out the score.

Qiu Xing then stared at Xieyang for a while, then pulled out the blanket in the car suddenly, and turned his head to understand Yang's face.

Qiu Xing looked down at the music sheet.

Qiu Xing looked at him, his expression was not so dark, his eyebrows were raised, and he turned his head to Xie Yang again, reached out and pulled down the blanket on Xie Yang's face, and carefully looked at Yang for a while and laughed , Throw away the blanket and read the sheet music again.

Qiu Xing hummed and stumbling, seemingly unfamiliar with the humming song.

Qiu Xing's expression brightened with the naked eye.

...Throw a fart.

The driver pressed the frightened heart back and started the car without expression: I was too young.

When Xie Yang woke up, he was the only one left in the car, the window was half open, and the bodyguard Wu Shui was staying outside. He looked at the blanket on his body, opened the door and got off the car, and asked, "What time is it, where is this?"

Wu Shui turned around and confronted him, saying: "Just after twelve, this is the underground parking lot of the Rongding headquarters building. Mr. Xie, the boss let you wake up and follow me.

It turned out to be Rongding.

Xie Yang looked around for four weeks, turned around and took out his backpack from the car and said, "Let's go."

Unlike most overbearing presidents, Qiu Xing's office is not at the top of the cool, but at the ninth floor with a better meaning. As mentioned in the original text, this office floor was personally set by Qiu Xing's mother.

Xie Yang followed Wu Shui to take the exclusive elevator. After the elevator door was opened, the living room of Qiu Xing's super luxurious office was directly outside, which was quite convenient.

The time they arrived was quite coincident. The driver had just delivered Qiu Xing's lunch and was laying meals on the table. Qiu Xing sat at the table with a look of anxiety, and filled the whole body with no appetite.

Xie Yang smelled the aroma of food, and her eyes immediately stuck.

Qiu Xing looked up at the sound of the elevator, noticed Xie Yang's eyes, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Want to eat?"

Xie Yang nodded honestly, took off his backpack and sat down: "Well, I'm hungry."

Qiu Xing laughed badly: "If you beg me, I will give you something to eat."

"..."

Xie Yang took out his mobile phone and started to search for takeaways, and said while searching: "Chicken soup pot, crab meat pot, spicy hot pot, iron plate grilled fish, spicy bullfrog pot... there is even hot pot? Rongding is in a good location There are so many kinds of takeaways around, let’s see which one has the highest rating..."

Qiu Xingren was intolerable and called the driver with a black face: "Zhou Miao, give Mr. Xie a meal."

Xie Yang put down his phone with satisfaction.

The driver Zhou Miao silently took out the double cutlery and double staples in the food box and placed them in front of Qiu Xinghe and Xie Yang respectively.

The room was quickly left with the sound of chopsticks. Xie Yang eats quietly, not picking food, slurping his mouth, slurping his mouth, and filling his mouth. The action of picking vegetables can even be regarded as elegant. If he has to pick some problems with his eating, it’s that he eats a bit Quickly, although it looks quite appetizing, it is obviously not digestible to the diners.

Qiu Xing's meal was only over half, and Xie Yang had already added a second bowl.

Qiu Xing asked: "What are you doing so anxiously? Is someone robbing you?"

Xie Yang chopsticks paused and shook his head: "Used."

Qiu Xing was unhappy again: "How did Xie Xiu abuse you? I remember his little son was as fat as a pig, did he **** you food?"

Xie Yang nodded without burden: "Yes."

Qiu Xing rubbed his chopsticks, painfully moved the only seasoning-focused dish on the table to Xieyang's side by one millimeter, and ordered: "Everything is finished, no waste, my mother likes to be fat."

After the meal, Qiu Xing dropped Xie Yang and went into the office to handle the work.

Xie Yang guessed that he should take himself back to meet his mother when he was preparing for dinner. The number is saved to the new phone.

Halfway through, a text message was sent in.

Tong Jian: Xie Yang, I'm sorry, you leave the group, I will post to express that I pushed you out.

I was planning to catch the mouse, and the mouse was sent to my door.

Xie Yang picked up his phone and replied: Are you free tomorrow, come out and talk. If you can, call on Ke Lan again.