Forced to become his stand-in wife

Qin Muyang raised his fingers to shake his hand, touch his face, touch the corner of his clothes, Ling Qiu in front of him, obviously they were so close, but he felt unable to touch.

"Qiuqiu is right, I'm sorry I lied to you." In just one sentence, he spoke intermittently, and couldn't keep up with his breathing.

Ling Qiu's nose was sore: "Are you still lying to me less? This time is not too much, and this time is not too much." After speaking, his eyes were burning, and he turned his face away to prevent Qin Muyang from seeing his strangeness. complexion.

Qin Muyang paused, his eyes were in a daze for a moment, and for a while, his eyes were like a revolving lantern, reflecting the mistakes he made in this life before his eyes.

He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, this smile was full of bitterness, "I won't lie to you in the future" and I won't be able to fool you again.

Qin Muyang had a lot of things he wanted to say to Ling Qiu, but his breath was getting weaker and weaker, and every time he uttered a word, he could feel his life disappearing at a rapid rate.

"Qiuqiu, can I grab your hand?" Qin Muyang looked at Ling Qiu, his eyes swept from his face to his hands, and there was a deep desire in his eyes.

Ling Qiu hadn't moved, the surroundings were unbelievably quiet, Qin Muyang seemed to be the only one in the huge ward, he seemed to be having a dream, a big dream.

Qin Muyang's hand grasped emptyly in nothingness, and for a moment he felt that he had grasped Ling Qiu's hand.

With cold hands, Ling Qiu lightly squeezed Qin Muyang's right hand.

Qin Muyang already knew that he was not dreaming at this moment, he spoke slowly, every word seemed to involve the flesh and blood of his heart, the pain made him gasp.

"I'm about to die, what are you doing here? I'm dead and I can't move you. If you are so sad that you cry, I don't even have the strength to wipe your tears."

Ling Qiu shook his head, "I won't cry when you die, not at all."

After saying that, Ling Qiu paused, then continued in a hoarse voice: "Didn't you like to see me cry before? Why are you going to die now? Let me tell you, I won't cry after you die, absolutely not. "

In the past, Qin Muyang always loved to bully him, wanting to see him cry with swollen eyes, tears streaming down his whole face, Ling Qiu with that appearance could easily ignite his beastly desires, so he couldn't help bullying him even more.

But now, Qin Muyang didn't want to see him hurt and sad at all.

"If I die, you will be free. You will not be sad, and I will feel at ease when I leave."

Ling Qiu pursed his dry lips, a voice hoarse and growled in his heart, no!

Qin Muyang's pupils slowly dilated, gradually losing focus, and the figure in front of him became blurred until he could no longer see it.

He wasn't afraid either, his eyes continued to look in Ling Qiu's direction, pretending that he could still see.

"Qiuqiu, do you still hate me now?"

Qin Muyang's sense of hearing has gradually disappeared, but he still faintly heard Ling Qiu say "hate", thinking about it, he has done so many bad things, how can he make up for it in a year.

Qin Muyang blinked his empty eyes, "I'm sorry to make you hate me, I don't want you to hate me, it's so tiring to hate a dead person, you must always remember it in your heart, and you can't forget it even if you want to."

"If possible, Qiuqiu, I don't want you to hate me. I'm afraid you won't want to see me in your next life."

Qin Muyang spoke very softly, several of them didn't utter a sound, but Ling Qiu still understood.

The pain in his heart couldn't be restrained, and it spread densely to the whole body, even his hand holding Qin Muyang trembled with pain.

As if feeling Ling Qiu's discomfort, Qin Muyang gently moved his thumb to pinch the back of his hand.

"Qiuqiu, do you still remember the first time we met? It was also August at that time, and the osmanthus flowers in the ancestral house were in full bloom, and you could smell the smell before you got close." Ruoyou smiled, as if thinking of something interesting, "At that time you were standing on a tree, a small ball

Just like a cat, you still hold the freshly folded sweet-scented osmanthus and ask me if I want it, and you also introduced to me that sweet-scented osmanthus can be used to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake and sweet-scented osmanthus wine"

When Ling Qiu met him for the first time, he was very attached to him, he was indifferent, his eyes were clear, and there was no emotion in them.

Until two days later, old master Qin cast a love spell on Ling Qiu, which made Ling Qiu's heart insane. From then on, he was the only one in his eyes, and he was the only one in his heart.

His head was getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes felt so tired that he couldn't help but want to close them. Qin Muyang said with difficulty: "In the next life, I will love you so much that I can't help it."

The heart column of the display instrument started to speed up, and the sharp beep sound became more and more harsh. Qin Muyang turned his head to the left, closer to the window, obviously he could no longer smell the smell, but he felt the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

"I smell sweet-scented osmanthus, but unfortunately I can't accompany you to see it"

This time Qin Muyang finally closed his eyes, the rapid beeping stopped abruptly, and the beating line finally turned into a straight line until it disappeared

As Qin Muyang's hand fell weakly, Ling Qiu's head buzzed, and then he bit his lower lip tightly, tears falling down patter.

While wiping tears, Ling Qiu clenched Qin Muyang's hand again, this time tightly.

Ling Qiu never thought that Qin Muyang would die, even if the person he was tortured back then was neither human nor ghost, he never thought that he would die.

Ling Qiu was crying until he lost his voice, as if a knife was stuck in his throat, and every time he cried until he was gasping for breath, the pain was severe.

After being entangled for 17 years, the proud and high-spirited Qin Muyang died in front of his eyes, and he died so embarrassingly.

Ling Qiu tugged at his hand, and said in a hoarse and trembling voice: "Didn't you say you could smell the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus? Then get up and let's go down and have a look. There must be a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus blooming this year, we can use them to make wine and tea , making pastries, very fragrant”

Ling Qiu unknowingly said the same thing before, but this time Qin Muyang couldn't respond to him.

I don't know how long it took, until Ling Qiu's hands were stiff and his legs were numb, he let go of Qin Muyang's hand, went to his left, opened the window, looked down from a high position, the osmanthus downstairs really bloomed, and the window opened In an instant, the fragrance came, and the whole room was filled with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Ling Qiu rubbed his eyes, then looked back at Qin Muyang: "The sweet-scented osmanthus is really blooming outside, shall we go downstairs to have a look?"

The room was still silent in response to him.

There was a knock on the door, and seeing no one came to open it, the knock became more and more urgent, and then it was kicked away from the outside.

The dark crowd dispersed, and Mr. Qin came from behind. Mr. Qin's face was full of anger. After entering, his eyes flickered and he fixed his eyes firmly on Qin Muyang on the bed.

Seeing that there was no movement, Mr. Qin hurried forward, staggering forward in panic.

Finally he saw the display device, all the displays on it had judged that Qin Muyang was dead.

Old Master Qin's face paled suddenly, and he fell back unbearably, and the two subordinates behind him hurriedly supported him.

"Call the doctor, call the doctor in! Call the doctor in quickly!" Mr. Qin shouted while panting heavily.

The bodyguard standing outside the door brought the doctor in. The doctor's footsteps were a little messy. Although he had expected the patient's outcome, he still panicked with so many people guarding here.

The attending doctor stepped forward to observe Qin Muyang, and the old man Qin looked at him behind him and said anxiously: "Doctor, you must save my grandson, he is still young, only 27 years old, I have already brought a suitable heart source, you Go ahead and do the surgery."

The doctor had a headache from his noise, and after the examination was over, he turned around and shook his head heavily.

An action is worth a thousand words, Mr. Qin clutched his chest and panted, he didn't believe it, didn't believe that Qin Muyang died like this.

He grabbed the doctor's white coat, tears streaming down, "Doctor, I have found a suitable heart, you can transplant it, and he will wake up, doctor.

"Enough!" Mr. Qin wanted to say something but was cut off by the doctor's tone.

"The patient is dead, why don't you transplant a heart? Go back and make arrangements for the funeral." After speaking, he glanced at Ling Qiu who was standing aside, looking lost.

This is the donor with a successful heart match, right?Thinking about it, he couldn't help sighing in his heart, this person is only in his 20s, how innocent and unfortunate.Old man Qin's face was pale, his white hair made his face look like a crumpled and yellowed old newspaper.

Old Master Qin's muddy eyes were now covered with bloodshot eyes, he stared at Ling Qiu with desolation deep in his eyes.

"He's dead, you're at ease."

Ling Qiu moved his fingertips, he felt relieved, from now on no one would use him, deceive him, and think about his heart.

After saying this, Mr. Qin poured out a mouthful of blood and fell down powerlessly.

There was a sudden chaos in the ward, and the word "Old Qin" echoed throughout the room.

Mr. Qin was taken to the emergency room for treatment, and the result was obviously not optimistic, but these had nothing to do with Ling Qiu.

He stayed quietly in the ward, looking at the glaring blood on the ground, and at Qin Muyang on the bed.

Until now, he still doesn't believe that Qin Muyang is dead. He lay there quietly with his eyes closed, just like when he was asleep.

It was too quiet in the ward, so quiet that it was a bit depressing. Ling Qiu heard footsteps behind him, and without moving his body, he raised his eyes and looked at the person who walked over. It was Qin Muyang's assistant.

Assistant Zhang had a red streak on his face, and half of his face was swollen due to the scar, making his entire face very asymmetrical.

The assistant touched it uncomfortably, and didn't hide it: "I was beaten by Mr. Qin with a stick."

Assistant Zhang was arranged by Mr. Qin to be beside Qin Muyang. The purpose was to monitor him and tell him about his condition at any time.

But I didn't expect Zhang Tezhu to turn against him in the end and secretly took Qin Muyang away. In the eyes of Mr. Qin, Qin Muyang's death was inseparable from this assistant.