Surrogate wife:Devil CEO's passionate love

The man raised the hand with the cigarette in it and whispered:

"I haven't smoked. I'm counting the time and see how many cigarette butts I can get at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Fu Yunshen, who wants to open his mouth and persuade him, frowns tightly. Then he doesn't know how to open his mouth.

The man rubbed him over and went all the way to the sofa. He wanted to sit down, but he was attracted by the darkness outside the window.

He bent down to shake the ash, lifted his feet to the exposed piece of glass and said in a low voice:

"I can't sleep to see the moon."

Fu Yunshen followed him from behind, stood beside him and said:

"what do you want the moon for? I always think the moon is not a good omen. You can see how many departures in ancient times were written about the moon..."

Ling Zhenyu was silent for a moment, then raised his flaming cigarette and spoke softly:

"there was moonlight on the night when Qiqi disappeared."

Fu Yunshen's heart sank and he quickly replied:

"well, I said that no moon is better, which means that you can get together tomorrow."

"Zhenyu, no matter what happens tomorrow, you must remember that you must maintain emotional stability, I will always be on the scene, medical rescue measures will be in place tonight."

Seeing that he was still still motionless, Fu Yun sighed heavily and continued to add:

"you are not Ling Zhenyu who I was afraid of rolling. No matter when you are, you have to treat yourself as a patient, heart --"

here, he focuses on beating his chest and growls helplessly:

"where is the heart? I really want to put this heart Here you are. You have so many things to do and so many people are looking at you. Grass, bending

The more he said, the more excited he became. Ling Zhenyu inhaled deeply, put out the cigarette in his bare hands, lowered his head and spoke faintly:

"don't worry, I know what I should do, my body knows it, don't worry."

"Don't worry! Ximen's crazy job is to share more. Last night, that is, last night, he cried to me on the phone and asked what to do if his heart couldn't find a donor. I, I -- "

I couldn't say a word later. Fu Yunshen collapsed on the armrest of the sofa at the back, lifted his hand to wipe away tears from the corners of his eyes, and raised his head to spit out a puff of suffocation.

Ling Zhenyu still did not speak, looking out of the window, burning the remaining cigarette butts have been crushed in the palm, broken into powder.

He is not afraid of death, is reluctant to die.

His brother, his woman.

So he has been holding quietly, holding up until now, he believes that with them, can always hold on.

I don't know how long after that, Fu Yunshen got up to heat the hot water and leaned against the wall and said, "it's nothing tomorrow. Don't be nervous. What we should do is safe. I don't believe he can calculate again and again."

The man standing in front of the window, holding the bright stainless steel railing in his big hands, narrowed his eyes, and tightly pressed his thin lips into a line. He could not see his emotions. He might feel the cold air from his whole body, but he was still speechless.

"Take a sleeping pill and have a good sleep, and your woman will be back tomorrow."

Fu Yunshen didn't ask for it either. He poured warm water and handed it a sleeping pill:

"I hope this last time I take sleeping pills, I know that an Liqi won't need it when she comes back."

The sculptural man finally moved and looked back at the cup in his hand. His thin lips moved and his voice was hoarse:

"yes, she won't need it when she comes back."