My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

How could it not be afraid.

This sentence, one sentence after another, was slammed in Qiu Xing's heart.

Qiu Xing grabbed Xie Yang's hand and squeezed a little harder, his body tightened like he was suppressing something, his eyebrows fell deep, and a terrible storm brewed in his eyes.

But he still tried hard to stay sensible, half warning and half asking: "Xie Yang, don't excite me."

"I didn't excite you, I was just telling the truth." Xie Yang's hand was a little painful to hold, but he didn't struggle, and even took the initiative to take it back, "Qiu Xing, those were good assumptions just now. There are bad Do you want to listen?"

Qiu Xing's instinct Xie Yang wouldn't say what he wanted to hear next. He pulled Xie Yang's hand hard and said fiercely: "No words!"

Xie Yang was not scared and continued: "The bad thing is that after you left, I became blind and crazy because I didn't get what I wanted from you. If you give me so much money, it will definitely make me Being spotted by a lot of rubbish. They approached me deliberately, pretending to care for me and love me, and I gradually fell, but in fact they—"

Qiu Xing suddenly pulled Xie Yang into his arms and hugged him, holding Xie Yang's back.

"Don't say it. Xie Yang, don't say it."

"..."

Xie Yang lifted his loosened hands to embrace Qiu Xing's body, resting his chin on Qiu Xing's shoulders, and said, "But in fact they don't love me at all, they use me, betray me, and abuse me mentally, Let me beg for nothing and make me suffer—"

Qiu Xing suddenly released Xie Yang again, holding Xie Yang's cheek in his hand and bowed his head toward Xie Yang quickly.

Xie Yang looked straight at Qiu Xing and didn't move.

As the two were about to get close, Qiu Xing stopped again, his eyes rolled, his hands relaxed and his breathing slow and heavy.

"Qiu Xing." Xie Yang looked at the intense struggle in Qiu Xing's eyes and raised his hand to hold Qiu Xing's hand on his face. "Without your protection, my life may become a mess."

"……will not!"

Qiu Xing pushed Xie Yang's body away and pulled himself a little closer to the car door, like commanding and persuading someone, saying, "How can you be used and betrayed by someone so clever, you are not Qinglin! You cannot It will be bad. Xie Yang, you are bewitching me, you are a cunning liar. Are you clever? Don’t you understand? Are you—"

"Qiu Xing." Xie Yang interrupted Qiu Xing. "I won't be smart all my life. And you only told me during the New Year, it doesn't matter if I become stupid."

So you have clearly taken a step, and you have clearly given a promise, why now you have to take it back.

Qiu Xing clearly understood Yang’s unintended intentions, and looked sideways to avoid Xie Yang’s sight, his throat moved, and suddenly said: "Stop."

Zhou Miao, who had been frightened by their quarrel in the front seat, was busy finding a place to park.

Xie Yang sat back and looked at Qiu Xing, who no longer looked at him or spoke anymore. He understood the meaning of Qiu Xing. He lifted the door handle and pushed the door outward.

"Xie Yang."

Xie Yang stopped and looked back.

"you……"

Qiu Xing suddenly stopped talking, raising his hand and holding his forehead hard, obscuring the expression on his face.

"I reject your transaction." Xie Yang withdrew his eyes and pushed the car door completely. "I can't change my interests during the New Year. If you really want it, just take the promise that night and give me what you want and Courage to live together." After talking down, get out of the car, turn around and close the door, striding away.

Wu Shui, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, quickly got out of the car to catch up with Xie Yang. He took out his mobile phone and called for the car while he led Xie Yang to the side of the road to avoid the vehicle.

Xie Yang didn't wear a hat or a mask, just walked along the roadside, and quickly attracted the attention of many passers-by. There were two little girls who were approaching on the face and looked at Yang with a few eyes. They exchanged a few words and were excited. They tried to step forward and followed two steps away from Xie Yang. They gathered courage and said, "You, you are Xie Yang? We are your fans, don’t know if we can—"

Xie Yang looked sideways. The upper end of the eye, the sight without temperature, renders a sharp and aura that is thousands of miles away.

Fans closed their eyes with wide eyes, obviously frightened by Xie Yang's appearance at this time, but after two seconds of shock, they were even more excited.

"..."

Xie Yang frowned, thought of something, and suddenly stopped and turned his head in the direction of getting off. Afterwards, his expression was converging, and a smile appeared, and he said to the fans: "Thank you for your love and support, you want it Autograph? Or a photo?"

The iceberg suddenly melted, doubling the lethality.

The fans were stupid for two seconds, and then their faces and ears gradually turned red. One excitedly took a pen and paper, the other excitedly took a mobile phone and stuttered: "Also, can you still take a photo? For example, if you can, please! Fans from the show "Who is the King of Songs", you are great! Come on!"

"Thank you."

Xie Yang smiled at the fans again, and then took the pen and paper to sign the name, and asked the fans' names intimately, wrote a blessing to the fans, then took the initiative to walk next to the fans and smiled at the fans' camera .

Several people stayed close to a school, and there were many young people coming and going. The movement here quickly attracted the attention of other passers-by. Several young girls found out that they were aware of it and ran over with courage.

There was a circle of people around Xie Yang, and Wu Shui stood beside Xie Yang carefully guarding him to avoid Xie Yang being caught by enthusiastic fans.

Xie Yang’s patience today is surprisingly good. Not only did he sign a group photo with the fans, he also responded to a few queries from the fans.

"Why are you here? It happened that you got off the bus here, and you will be back to the company as soon as the new car arrives."

"My new album is being made. Tong Jian and Ke Lan also have works to be published recently."

"What kind of people do you like?" Xie Yang was silent for two seconds, looked at the questioning fans, and smiled, "This question is a little more than that, but it doesn't matter to tell you. I like..."

He paused, lowered his head and signed another name, and then looked at the mobile phone held by a fan, saying one by one: "I like candid, gentle, and talkative people."

...

The next day, Rongding.

"I like people who are frank, gentle and talkative."

The video ends.

Qiu Xing pulled down the corner of his mouth and clicked again on the first Weibo hot list with the "Mom I'm in Love" label again, pulling the progress bar to the end.

The young man with clean facial features and good skin without any flaws looked at the camera with a smile, saying one by one: "I like people who are frank, gentle and talkative."

Candid, gentle, speaking...

boom!

Qiu Xing forced to cover the laptop screen.

Standing behind the desk, He Jun lowered his head, pretending not to hear the sound just heard from the computer, and said: "Boss, Qiu Vice Dong He--"

Qiu Xing looked up at He Jun, his eyes murderous.

"...I will tell him that you don't have time to see him now." He Jun changed his mind decisively, turned the documents in his hands together, and turned to leave the office.

"No need." Qiu Xing got up on his own initiative, rearranged the cuffs, and covered with a grotesque expression of "I'm mad, I'm going to be angry", said, "It's just right, the new year and the new weather, it's time for him to remember." After talking about getting out of the desk, he looked sideways through the floor-to-ceiling windows and strode out of the office with his body covered.

He Jun: "..."

The phone in his pocket suddenly shocked, He Jun took out his phone and clicked on the new incoming text message.

Xie Yang: Did he see it?

He Jun wanted to sigh and replied: I saw it.

Xie Yang: Is he angry?

He Jun desperately returned a painful emoji.

...

Long Shuyou recording studio.

Xie Yang put down his cell phone and took a sip of milk in a good mood. Then he looked at Long Shuyou who was turning over the music while slicing rice. He looked at Long Shuyou's face and said, "Shuyou, selfie?"

Long Shu was particularly confused and looked up: "What?"

Ten minutes later, Xie Yang Weibo.

[Xie Yang: recording song. 】

There are nine pictures under Weibo, five selfie pictures and four takeaway pictures. In the photo, Xie Yang and Long Shuyou sat side by side. Xie Yang raised his arm and took the chair back behind Long Shuyou. It looked like he was holding Long Shuyou in his arms.

Fans were choked on this sudden photo feed and died quickly, and then resurrected in a second, excitedly screaming at the photo of the two big handsome guys.

Comments on Weibo skyrocketed, and cp fans appeared faintly.

Qin Cheng immediately called Xie Yang and said, "You just broke out the news that Long Shu is helping you make an album?"

Xie Yang drank his last sip of milk and replied: "Sooner or later, it is said that it can be used to preheat the album. By the way, is Tong Jian's new album officially on the shelves?"

"It's time to go, the day after tomorrow. What's wrong?"

Valentine's Day is really a good day.

Xie Yang said: "It's nothing. I just thought about helping him publicize it. Isn't Ke Lan's micro movie going to be released?"

"Yes, also the day after tomorrow, the two's agents wanted to join together a new iud to publish the hype hot spots of the work together. They just called and asked me if I can let you show time on Valentine's Day to help Tong Jian Promote with Ke Lan."

"Of course." Xie Yang agreed, thought for a while, and proposed, "Why not just get a new iud live broadcast on Valentine's Day. You go to contact Tong Jian and Ke Lan's agents to plan, We are speculation."

Qin Cheng hesitated: "But on Valentine's Day, you don't need to be with Mr. Qiu--"

Xie Yang interrupted coldly: "No. I am not a lover with him, so I don't need a holiday."

"..." Qin Cheng shifted the topic interestingly, and said, "I will communicate with Tong Jian and Ke Lan's agents about the live broadcast, and you will continue to be busy."

...

Before Xie Yang went to bed the next night, Qiu Xing, who had been quiet for two days, suddenly sent WeChat.

Qiu Xing: I am sick.

Xie Yang raised his eyebrows and typed.

Xie Yang: Really, drink plenty of hot water.

The opposite side was as quiet as a chicken, and then Xie Yang watched the prompt that was being entered on the WeChat chat box appear and disappear, and disappeared and appeared again and again, and rubbed it for more than ten minutes.

Finally, Qiu Xing sent new news.

Qiu Xing: Master Liao has studied new dishes and wants you to try them home.

Bad excuses.

Xie Yang smiled and typed.

Xie Yang: There is still work tomorrow, sleep, good night.

After waiting for a while, until the prompt that was being entered on the chat box completely disappeared, he finally put down his phone and got out of bed to the front floor window to look at the opposite Rongding.

After a few minutes, the lights at the location of Chairman Rongding's office turned off.

Xie Yang turned back to bed, picked up his phone, and posted a circle of friends.

[Xie Yang: Do you think you are the only traitor? 】

Who did you want to scare to death because of the excuse of being sick?