My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Xie Yang stayed in the car for a long time, and didn't get out of the car until the lights of the small building were turned off. He followed Zhou Miao to the small room where Zhou Miao lived every night here, and planned to live with Zhou Miao tonight.

Zhou Miao was so frightened that her back was sweating, she tried to persuade Xie Yang to open another room, but Xie Yang refused on the grounds that she didn't want to bother the nurse at such a late hour and was afraid of inciting hatred.Zhou Miao had no choice but to make up the picture of herself being dismembered by Qiu Xing, tightly holding on to the desire to survive, insisting on not sleeping on the bed, and laying a bed on the ground.

After the night passed, Xie Yang continued to wait for Qiu Xing in the car.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, Qiu Xing came out of the small building.His complexion looked a little worse than yesterday, and his expression was not good-looking. He walked to the side of the car without looking sideways, waved Zhou Miao not to trouble, and opened the rear door by himself.

"Good morning." Xie Yang waved to Qiuxing.

"..." Qiu Xing slammed the car door shut, paused for two seconds, and then opened it again.

Xie Yang rubbed his neck: "Get in the car, I have to go to Yangxing for a meeting."

Qiu Xing's expression changed, he slammed the car door again, and looked at Zhou Miao with murderous eyes: "Why is he here!"

Zhou Miao shrank in fright, and explained stammeringly: "Yes, the little boss insisted on coming, and it was the little boss who insisted on waiting for you. I—"

"Shut up!" Qiu Xing interrupted Zhou Miao's words, opened the car door again, stared at Xie Yang in the car for a few seconds, leaned into the car, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone to read emails, taking Xie Yang as air .

The car drove out of the nursing home.

Xie Yang felt that it was impossible for the two of them to be so stiff, so he offered to pass the ladder: "Thank you for lending me Liusha."

Qiu Xing ignored him, as if he didn't listen to Jian Yang's words.

Xie Yang turned sideways and looked straight at Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing tidied up his clothes, turned sideways to the window, and continued to flip through the mail.

"I gave Feng Qinglin my business card. If he figured it out, he would naturally come to contact me."

Qiu Xing flicked his phone, but still didn't understand Yang.

"I don't want to completely negate your way of educating your nephew, but I just think you can't give too much silently, you have to let him know what's good or bad. He grew up in Feng's family, and what he has heard and seen since he was a child must be about the bad things about his nephew. The news, you are self-righteous for his own good, and he is grateful on the surface, maybe he is guarding against you in his heart."

Qiu Xing finally opened his mouth and said: "It is impossible for a child of my Qiu family not to know good from bad."

"What about the children of the Feng family?"

Qiu Xing made no secret of his contempt, and sneered: "A bunch of idiots."

"Feng Qinglin's surname is Feng, and the genes of the idiot in his blood and blood account for the majority."

Qiu Xing suddenly turned his head to look at Xie Yang.

"This is the truth, if you have the ability, you can change Feng Qinglin's father."

Qiu Xing's expression twisted for a moment, and he was furious, put down his phone and said, "What the hell are you trying to say!"

"I want to say that even if you think you won't live long and are anxious, don't use the method of pulling seedlings to encourage Feng Qinglin to grow up." Xie Yang smiled at Qiu Xing and raised an eyebrow, "And it's not me Is it? Even if your life is short, I still have a long life and continue to teach Feng Qinglin."

The anger on Qiu Xing disappeared suddenly, and he looked at Xie Yang with a slight frown. After a while, he suddenly leaned back in his chair and sneered, "You? You are four years younger than Qinglin."

"But I've lived these 20 years knowing what's good and what's not."

"So you used to be honest and cowardly when you were in Xiejia, all you pretended?"

Xie Yang pushed the boat smoothly: "It's just a way to survive."

Qiu Xing sneered again, then fell silent and stopped talking.

Xie Yang also quieted down.

When the car drove under the Rongding Building, Qiu Xing suddenly said, "Go to Yangxing."

Zhou Miao turned the steering wheel.

Qiu Xing looked sideways at Xie Yang, and said, "Xie Yang, I don't know where you learned about the Qiu family and the Feng family, and I don't want to pursue this issue. I just ask you, do you understand what you just said? What does it represent?"

Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing without hesitation, and replied: "It means that I will always stand in your camp and support you unconditionally in everything. Your enemy is my enemy. What you want to do is that I will Doing things. Qiu Xing, in order to survive well, you don’t know how hard I will go.”

Qiu Xing laughed, first he hummed in a low voice, then he laughed louder and louder until his face turned bloody.After a while, he stopped laughing, looked at Xie Yang again, looked back at him for a while, and said, "Xie Yang, remember what you said today."

The car parked downstairs in Yang Xing, and Xie Yang got out of the car.

"When did you arrive at the nursing home?"

Xie Yang stopped, looked back at Qiu Xing in the car, and replied, "This morning." As he spoke, he opened the window of the driver's seat unintentionally.

Zhou Miao clenched her hands in fright.

Qiu Xing nodded to express his understanding, and raised the window to signal Zhou Miao to drive.

Zhou Miao breathed a sigh of relief.

The car parked at the Rongding parking lot.

"When did he come?"

Zhou Miao was startled, carefully glanced at Qiu Xing's abnormally calm expression through the rearview mirror, struggled for a while, and replied: "Today, today..."

"Think about it clearly."

Zhou Miao choked, and chose between the big devil and the little devil, and still chose the big devil, saying: "Yesterday, the little boss waited for you in the car until eleven o'clock, and then followed me to my room to rest—"

Qiu Xing looked over coldly.

Zhou Miao hurriedly added: "——I slept on the floor! I slept on the floor!! I went to bed early and woke up late, and I didn't see anything, I swear!"

"Really." Qiu Xing leaned back in the chair, relaxed his body and closed his eyes, "You are not old, and your tone is not small... Huh."

……

Liusha has already arrived at her post, and she is sitting in Yangxing's reception hall flipping through magazines. The newly recruited receptionist looks at her from time to time. When she sees Xie Yang coming in, her eyes light up, and she rushes to Xie Yang to explain the situation.

After listening, Xie Yang explained: "She's not a client, but a new deputy director. Go get busy." After speaking, he walked to Liu Sha's side and said with a smile, "It's time to go to the meeting, Mr. Liu."

"There is no rush for the meeting, let's solve this first." Liu Sha raised her phone, "Mr. Xie, you seem to be in a little trouble."

Everyone gathered in the conference room, Xie Yang introduced Liu Sha to Hu Biao and the heads of several newly recruited departments, and then held a brief meeting for everyone.

After the meeting, Liu Sha and Hu Biao followed Xie Yang to the chairman's office alone.

Hu Biao flipped through the so-called "objective review" article written by a well-known musician on Weibo, and his face turned black.

"It must be a manuscript that Huang Tian asked someone to send. In the manuscript, this person classified Ji Zehui as a powerful singer, exaggerated Ji Zehui's wide range and high pitch, and then classified you as a traffic singer, saying that you Only the timbre is good, but the singing skills are not good at all. I also cited other people’s examples, indicating that the voice like yours is generally good in the bass, but the treble is definitely sharp and weak, and the range is also narrow.”

Liu Sha was much calmer than Hu Biao, and analyzed: "Fans can't help Xie Yang refute this comment, because Xie Yang hasn't sung a high note so far. The only high note is for Tong Jian."

Hu Biao got angry, put down his phone, and said to Xie Yang: "This musician has always portrayed a fair and objective image to the outside world. His influence is not low, and the public is easily guided by him. He is very cunning. When he praises Ji Zehui I deliberately grouped Ji Zehui and a few old singers who are strong but not very popular, and used these old singers to elevate Ji Zehui's status. When I connotate you, I put you and some traffic with a bad reputation and low strength. Together, trying to bind the image of you and traffic in the public."

Xie Yang didn't understand: "This kind of connotation is easy to break, and Huang Tian's move is too stupid."

"It's not that they are stupid." Hu Biao's expression became even uglier, "There is already definite news that Mo Bin still signed with Huangtian."

This is really bad news.

Xie Yang said: "It's true that there is a way to heaven, but he doesn't go, and there is no way to hell, he just wants to go. Leave him alone, what do you mean, the reason why Huangtian issued such a draft is because of Mo Bin?"

Hu Biao nodded: "Have you forgotten? When you joined the group, I asked you to sing a section for Mo Bin alone. At that time, your voice was dry and your treble performance was poor because of nervousness. Mo Bin also comforted you. Let you not panic, and said that you are allowed to get used to it for a few days before singing again. Later, various things got mixed up, and it delayed the singing again."

Xie Yang raised his eyebrows high: "So in Mo Bin's impression, my treble has always been very bad?"

"Correct."

Xie Yang smiled: "Then this is a good thing, such a good opportunity to step on your face, what are you worried about?"

Hu Biao was not in a good mood: "Didn't you say that Mo Bin would definitely step on you if he signed with Huangtian? Of course I am worried about this! Now that he has just entered Huangtian, there is such a draft. With his understanding of iud, who knows What will come out later!"

"What are you afraid of? He understands IUD, and you understand him too. Everyone coerces each other. The matter is a foregone conclusion. It's still the same sentence. Soldiers come to cover up water and soil, let's speak with strength."

Soon, the opportunity came for Xie Yang to speak with his strength.

On the weekend night, a singer competition variety show "Who is the King of Singers" that Ji Zehui participated in was broadcast. In the interview session after the show, when the reporter asked Ji Zehui who he would like to invite as a guest singer for the next episode, Ji Zehui was very gentle. He smiled calmly and said, "I recently saw a performance video of a young rookie on Weibo. It was amazing. It's been a long time since such an eye-catching newcomer appeared in the music world. If possible, I would like to invite him to be mine. Sing the guests."

As soon as the program aired, the public opinion was very hot, and the reactions of all parties were mixed.

Some silly white sweet fans who had just joined Xie Yang were excited, and ran to Ji Zehui's Weibo to thank Ji Zehui for his appreciation and affirmation, and thank him for being willing to give Xie Yang this opportunity.

Some smart fans remembered "Broken Cocoon" which was overwhelmed by "iud", and realized something was wrong.

Passers-by simply look forward to seeing more scenes of Xie Yang, and want to get to know this newcomer more comprehensively.

Ji Zehui's fans were a little dissatisfied. They felt that with Ji Zehui's status, inviting a newcomer to be a singing guest was completely flattering the newcomer and actively sending blood to the newcomer. They lamented that Ji Zehui was too old and kind.