After the sick top was forced to marry

Except for the sentence "Give him the rest of his life", Pei Ming couldn't listen to the rest.

The reporters in the audience were blown up.

Most of them came to watch the excitement, thinking that Lin Zijin would definitely muddle this matter, and were going to find fault with his rhetoric.And now there are too many examples of using marriage as a bargaining chip in the circle, it is not uncommon for him to be one more, even the leftovers of those big shots are not counted.

But now that the excitement is gone, they don't know how to end it.

Lin Zijin lowered his eyes and looked at these people with different expressions and ghosts, and suddenly felt a little funny in his heart.

When did you become intimidated when you started doing things yourself?

When I was Pei Ming's age, I seemed to be fearless, daring to love and hate, but after living for a few years, I became more and more alive.

He coughed lightly: "Do you have any questions?"

Only then did the reporters wake up from their confusion. They looked at each other and looked at you for a long time. After watching for a long time, they lowered their heads and lowered their eyes, becoming a group of qualified quails.

Lin Zijin thought they were fine, and was about to turn around when his chest suddenly felt a sharp pain.

He froze in place, before he could distinguish where the tingling pain came from, he heard his heart beating faster and faster, hitting his chest hastily.

What's going on here?

His first reaction was to force himself to leave the venue quickly, absolutely not giving this group of reporters the opportunity to continue to grab hold of them.

As soon as he got off the stage, Lin Zijin staggered a few steps forward, almost fell to the ground, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat.

He touched the phone with trembling hands, but suddenly found a problem——

The suit he wore today had no pockets, and he put his cell phone in the car.

Lin Zijin panted for a while, trying his best to calm down his uncomfortably fast heartbeat, and was about to turn around to find a staff member to borrow the phone, when a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Brother Lin."

He turned his head and saw Pei Ming standing behind him, with half of his face flickering in the three or two spots of light that leaked from the stage, his eyes were particularly bright.

Lin Zijin pressed his chest and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"Brother Lin, is what you just said true?" Pei Ming slowly walked towards him, "You said you wanted to..."

Lin Zijin raised his hand to interrupt him: "The wall has ears, let's talk about it when we go back."

Pei Ming bit his lip and was about to ask again when he frowned slightly after seeing his pale face: "Brother Lin? What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I..."

A burst of tearing pain hit him again, causing him to bend down for an instant, his lips trembling pale.

Pei Ming's expression changed, and he hurriedly reached out to support him: "Brother Lin, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Need not."

Lin Zijin tried to break free from his support and stand up, but his hands and feet felt weak, and the pain in his chest was even worse. He could only hold on to Pei Ming's clothes tightly, pulling the originally ironed suit into wrinkles.

"Brother Lin, hold on," Pei Ming said with a crying voice, holding him in his arms and running out of the set, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Lin Zijin forced Weiwei to open his eyes, looked at the surprised eyes of the staff around him, and thought that he really couldn't hide it anymore, and the news that he had a terminal illness would spread all over Weibo in the morning, and he could edit it up or down.

Pei Ming made a phone call with someone next to him. He felt that within 5 minutes, there was the sound of an ambulance outside the event venue, which was really fast.

Lin Zijin wanted to ask who exactly Pei Ming called, but he moved his lips but didn't have the energy to say a word. He could only look at Pei Ming quietly, and gently raised his hand to rub his cheek, wiping away the roll. The tears that fell.

This was probably the most painful time in his heart, but it was so painful that his nerves were almost numb, but his consciousness was still very clear, and he was not even willing to see Pei Ming cry for him.

Nothing to cry about.

He also made a will on a whim before, leaving one-third of the inheritance to the company, one-third to his parents, and the remaining one-third to Pei Ming.

Can't believe it will be used so soon.

Thinking of this, Lin Zijin somehow found it funny, and gently pulled the corner of his lips, but Pei Ming asked nervously: "Brother Lin, are you okay? The car will be here soon, hold on, please hold on." live."

This is not what he said he would be able to persist if he insisted.

Lin Zijin sighed softly, moved his lips, and finally had the strength to make a sound: "Don't cry, why are big men crying?"

Pei Ming cried even more when he heard it.

"Life is a matter of life and death, it's useless for you to cry."

Several medical staff in white coats came over with a stretcher and helped him onto it.Pei Ming held his hand tightly and followed the ambulance all the way.

"Brother Lin, you'll be fine." Pei Ming wiped his face carelessly with a tissue, "You agreed to pay me the rest of your life, and you don't count what you say."

The two words just said exhausted all his strength, he could only close his eyes and listen to Pei Ming's words, his brows were slightly frowned, probably because of the severe pain.

As he spoke, Pei Ming choked up again, but bit his lip and kept silent, letting the tears fall down.

The people around him squeezed his hand lightly, and then he raised his head abruptly, his eyes that were red from crying were full of tears.

"I haven't told you before, and if I don't tell you now, it may be too late."

Lin Zijin's voice was so low that he could only hear it clearly if he got close.

"You may not believe it, but I really like you," Lin Zijin said softly, "so don't cry, or I will feel very guilty."

"Brother Lin, I..."

Lin Zijin didn't hear what the little star said next, he just felt his consciousness drifting up and down in the darkness, and then he fell into a long sleep that seemed like he would never wake up again.

In the dream, he returned to the age of 23 or [-] years old.

At that time, he had just graduated from university, and he went to South Korea with his brothers and sisters for a training camp full of ambitions, thinking that he would improve on the basis of the current Xiaohuo, but he did not expect that what he waited for was a catastrophe like a disaster.

He rubbed in the dark warehouse like four years ago, the wound on the side of his head hurt like a needle prick, as if blood was oozing out, which made him even more flustered and frightened, eager to escape from this boundless world. dark.

But the subconscious said that no one would come to save him.

Lin Zijin curled up in a corner, his eyes filled with despair.Just when he thought that he was really going to die here alone, a bright light exploded in front of his eyes.

A figure slowly approached, with the golden sunlight behind him, dispelling the darkness and despair in the warehouse, standing not far away and watching him quietly.

Lin Zijin subconsciously stretched out his hand to him, a little worried about whether that person would accept him, and was about to retreat halfway, but was wrapped in warmth.

The man's whole body was illuminated by the sun, and his outline was furry, like a newborn angel.

He was dragged forward by the warmth, escaped from the swampy night, and crashed into the brilliant golden day.

Lin Zijin's eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his eyes slightly, and looked around in confusion.

The "didi" sound of the instrument unhurriedly acted as the background sound, setting off the silence in the room.

He lay down for a long time before he came back to his senses and realized that he had been taken from the venue to the hospital and was still alive.

Arms were a little numb, Lin Zijin moved his hands, and found a hairy head rubbing against his side, as if awakened by his movements, he slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes that he didn't know whether he was crying or boiled.

Lin Zijin couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing?"

Pei Ming didn't seem to believe that he was awake, and after a moment of daze, he slowly reached out and touched his cheek: "Brother Lin..."

"Am I okay?"

Lin Zijin couldn't bear his tiresome way of getting along with him, so he distanced himself slightly: "Don't make trouble."

Pei Ming's tears fell down quickly.

This little star is made of water, right?

Lin Zijin patted his head helplessly: "Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry, what's there to cry about?"

But Pei Ming called him again as if choked with sobs: "Brother Lin."

Lin Zijin was confused by his crying, and said seriously: "Tell me clearly, why are you crying? What's wrong?"

Pei Ming wiped away his tears, and his eyes wandered around in the air, as if he didn't dare to look at him directly: "No, it's nothing, it's just that I lost my composure."

Lin Zijin narrowed his eyes, and reached out to grab his collar: "To be honest, I hate people lying to me the most, don't you remember?"

Pei Ming moved his lips and whispered as if he had finally made up his mind: "Brother Lin, I asked the doctor to examine you."

Although life and death had long been looked down upon, Lin Zijin couldn't help but "thump" in his heart: "Yes."

"He says......"

Pei Ming was about to cry again while talking, and hurriedly wiped his face: "It seems, it seems that you have a lump on your heart."

Lin Zijin blinked, and after digesting his words, he realized that the disease he was talking about should be "cardiac tumor": "Benign or malignant?"

"I don't know yet, the results will come out in a few days."

Pei Ming took a deep breath before he dared to look up at him: "Brother Lin, don't die, okay?"

Lin Zijin was a little confused by the word "cardiac tumor", but now he laughed angrily after hearing his completely unreasonable request: "Is this what I said I don't want? Is it useful?" ?”

Pei Ming shook his head, the corners of his lips collapsed, and he watched him cry silently.

In fact, Lin Zijin himself was not feeling well, but the feeling of having someone by his side seemed to offset some of the discomfort, at least it didn't make him feel lonely and helpless.

"I said it's a blessing, not a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided."

Lin Zijin moved his position carefully, paying attention not to touch the drip on the other hand, and reached out to stroke Pei Ming's hair: "Don't cry, it's already bad luck, please be happy."

"How do you make me happy?"

Pei Ming's voice had a strong nasal tone, his beautiful eyes were swollen, and he didn't know how long he cried before he woke up.

Lin Zijin felt a little regretful.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't engage in those temptations and be with him properly.

What if he dies and has not left a deep impression on him, and the child feels lonely after a few years and likes others?

The evil fire called "possessiveness" in his heart showed its head regardless of the occasion, and it became more and more intense, driving him to pat the place beside him, and said softly: "Don't cry, be obedient, come up and sleep with me for a while. "

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