My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Tong Jian gritted his back teeth, rushed forward and grabbed Mo Bin by the collar, raising his hand to hit him.

Mo Bin looked up at him and said, "Tongtong, I'm already 28 years old and I can't afford it anymore."

Tong Jian's movements stopped, but he couldn't hit his fist. He broke down and said, "Then why didn't you say it earlier! When Brother Hao left, everyone had a meeting to discuss whether to leave the team directly. You clearly—"

"What could I have done at that time!" Mo Bin grabbed his hand and got up and pushed him away, "You said you wanted to continue singing, Alan said that IUD was his original intention, the company didn't want to lose the brand of IUD, I am the captain I built the IUD! Do you want me to say something like, 'Don't insist, it's all over, we can't do it'? How do you want me to be this sinner!"

Tong Jian looked at Mo Bin in a daze, as if meeting him for the first time, suddenly raised his hand and thumped his forehead, knelt down and pulled his hair and began to cry.

When Mo Bin saw this, a look of struggle flashed across his face, but it was only for a moment. He quickly adjusted his emotions, looked at Ke Lan and Hu Biao and said, "This is the end of the matter, so I'll just say it straight. Either you cooperate with me and let the matter go." Xie Yang is here to take the blame for the disbandment of the group; or, I refuse to participate in the commemorative performance in October, and the new song I wrote will not be released, and everyone will open the skylight together. Ah Lan, you are already 27 years old, not young anymore. Bro, it’s up to you to decide whether it’s three artists who are already making money, or a rookie who hasn’t really debuted yet.”

Mo Bin left.

Ke Lan stepped forward and patted Tong Jian on the back, and asked, "Brother Biao, what... do you choose?"

Hu Biao was stabbed like this by an artist who brought him up with his own hands. He was so angry that he wanted to block Mo Bin immediately, but he couldn't. If Mo Bin was blocked, the IUD would be over, and so would Ke Lan and Tong Jian. The company would not agree to this. Do.

"Think again...I'll think again." He clenched his hands on the table and rested his head on it, "Xie Yang is only 20 years old, I signed him, I..."

……

Xie Yang found a guitar in the dormitory.

As if he had found a treasure, he played and sang alone with the guitar for a long time. His fingering quickly changed from unfamiliar to proficient, and his singing voice also successfully changed from the initial stiffness to the later ease and ease.

After finding the feeling, he tried to hum some of his favorite classic songs written in his previous life. The more he sang, the happier he felt, and the more he sang, the more open he felt. , dancing wildly around his soul.

Destruction, collapse, gloom, despair, death... Rebirth, hope, recovery of all things, the future can be expected.

The tune under his finger slowly changed its key, turning into a brand new movement full of the joy of life.

After the song was over, Xie Yang threw away the guitar, ran to the desk and took out a stack of brand new A4 paper, drew the stave by himself, and started writing quickly.

The lights were on all night.

When Xie Yang woke up from the kidnapping of inspiration, the sun of a new day had already risen from the east.

His stomach was very hungry and his mind was heavy. The feeling of being hungry and tired that Xie Yang hated most in the last days took control of his body as soon as he woke up.He frowned and raised his hand to pat his cheek.

If you can't sleep, you have to fill your stomach first, otherwise you will go to bed hungry, and you may not be able to sleep.

He got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and pour it down. He looked through the refrigerator and saw that it was empty. He went back to the living room to pick up his mobile phone and backpack, ready to go out for food.

When he was changing shoes in the entrance, he looked back at the large pile of music scores scattered on the desk, then turned back, carefully arranged them, and put them in his backpack properly.

I have to buy a house. I always feel uneasy living in someone else's house.

After eating and drinking enough, Xie Yang found a nearby park, slumped on a bench by the lake and basked in the sun while thinking about leaving the IUD.

A pair of feet wearing leather shoes came into view, heading straight for this side.

Xie Yang squinted his eyes, which were blinded by the sun, and glanced there, and looked away boredly.

The bodyguard Wu Shui was very embarrassed. He pretended not to notice Xie Yang's disgust, stopped in front of Xie Yang, and greeted him respectfully: "Mr. Xie, the boss is here to pick you up."

Xie Yang said lazily, "What will happen to you if I don't go there?"

Wu Shui became more and more embarrassed, and said, "Mr. Xie, it was my fault that I treated you badly last time. I'm sorry."

"You know the current affairs." Xie Yang put away his long legs spread out, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, in fact, I also like to watch people order dishes."

Qiu Xing's car was parked at the entrance of the park, and it was very recognizable, the cleanest and most expensive one.

Xie Yang opened the co-pilot's door and sat down.

"Cough um."

Xie Yang stopped and looked at Qiu Xing in the back seat: "Your throat is uncomfortable?"

Qiu Xing smiled sinisterly: "How can a conscientious boss like me who spends [-] million to hire an ungraduated college student have a bad throat?"

"..."

Xie Yang exited the co-pilot, sat in the back seat, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Satisfied, Qiu Xing raised his legs and said, "My mother wants to see her daughter-in-law." As he spoke, he looked critically at Xie Yang's current appearance, and frowned, "What kind of image do you have, are you a trash picker?"

For the sake of the black card in his pocket, Xie Yang explained patiently: "I stayed up late yesterday, and I was in a hurry to go out this morning, so I didn't have time to change clothes and wash my hair."

Qiu Xing changed his face in a second: "What are you doing up late, disco dancing? Hooking up? Or taking drugs?"

Xie Yang was expressionless: "Mr. Qiu, your understanding of the nightlife of contemporary young people is too narrow. In fact, last night I..." He thought for a while, "I stayed up late to play games."

Qiu Xing looked at him coldly: "Are you insulting my IQ?"

The temperature of the air conditioner in the car was just right, and Xie Yang's drowsiness was blown out.He didn't have the energy to deal with his employer anymore, so he took off his backpack and threw it into Qiu Xing's arms, closed his eyes and said, "You can see for yourself what I did, let me sleep for a while, you don't want your mother to see a girl with black eyes me."

Xie Yang slept as soon as he said he would sleep, and Qiu Xing's expression darkened visibly with the naked eye.

The driver in the front seat trembled again.

It's over, Mr. Xie is getting more and more courageous. He even dared to leave the boss and go to sleep when the boss was talking to him. How could the boss bear it?Only the boss throws, throws, throws...

Qiu Xing slowly withdrew his death gaze staring at Xie Yang, opened Xie Yang's backpack, and pulled up the contents with all his strength.

Qiu Xing dug out the score.

Qiu Xing stared fiercely at Xie Yang again for a while, then suddenly pulled out the blanket from the car, and threw his head on Xie Yang's face.

Qiu Xing looked down at the score.

Qiu Xing looked at it, and his expression was not so gloomy. He raised his eyebrows, looked sideways at Xie Yang again, stretched out his hand and pulled the blanket off Xie Yang's face, looked at Xie Yang carefully for a while, and let out a laugh. , threw away the blanket and read the score again.

Qiu Xing hummed a song, stumbling, as if he was not very familiar with the tune he was humming.

Qiu Xing's expression became bright with the sun visible to the naked eye.

...forget it.

The driver pressed his frightened heart back and started the car with a blank expression: I am too young.

When Xie Yang woke up, he found that he was the only one left in the car, the window was half open, and the bodyguard Wu Shui was guarding outside.He looked at the blanket on his body, opened the door and got out of the car, and asked, "What time is it, where is this place?"

Wu Shui hurriedly turned to face him, and replied, "It's just after twelve o'clock. This is the underground parking lot of Rongding's headquarters building. Mr. Xie, the boss told you to follow me up after you wake up."

It turned out to be Rongding.

Xie Yang looked around, turned around, took out his backpack from the car, and said, "Then let's go."

Unlike most domineering presidents, Qiu Xing's office is not on the coolest top floor, but on the ninth floor, which has a better meaning.It was mentioned in the original text that this office floor was decided by Qiu Xing's mother herself.

Xie Yang followed Wu Shui to take the exclusive elevator up. After the elevator door opened, the living room of Qiu Xing's ultra-luxury office was directly outside, which was very convenient.

They arrived at a coincident time, the driver had just delivered Qiu Xing's lunch and was setting the meal on the table.Qiu Xing sat at the table with a bored face, writing the words "no appetite" all over his body.

Xie Yang smelled the aroma of food, and his eyes immediately focused on it.

Qiu Xing raised his eyes when he heard the sound of the elevator, noticed Xie Yang's gaze, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Want to eat?"

Xie Yang nodded honestly, took off his backpack and sat down: "Well, I'm hungry."

Qiu Xing laughed viciously: "If you beg me, I'll give you something to eat."

"..."

Xie Yang took out his mobile phone and began to search for takeaways. While searching, he read aloud: "Chicken soup pot, crab meat pot, spicy hot pot, iron plate grilled fish, spicy bullfrog pot... there is hot pot? Rongding has a good location , There are quite a lot of takeaways around, let me see which dish has the highest evaluation..."

Qiu Xing couldn't bear it anymore, and called the driver with a dark face: "Zhou Miao, bring Mr. Xie some food."

Xie Yang put down his phone with satisfaction.

The driver Zhou Miao silently took out the double servings of tableware and double servings of staple food from the food box, and placed them in front of Qiu Xing and Xie Yang respectively.

Soon there was only the sound of bowls and chopsticks clashing in the room.Xie Yang eats quietly, he doesn’t pick food, he doesn’t babble, he doesn’t leak food, and his mouth is full of paste. The movement of picking up vegetables can even be regarded as elegant. If there is something wrong with his eating appearance, it is that he eats a little too fast. Quick, although it looks delicious and appetizing, it is obviously not good for the digestion of the eater.

Qiu Xing's meal is only half over, and Xie Yang has already added a second bowl.

Qiu Xing asked: "Why are you in such a hurry to eat? Someone robbed you?"

Xie Yang paused with his chopsticks and shook his head: "I'm used to it."

Qiu Xing was upset again: "How did Xie Xiu abuse you? I remember his little son was as fat as a pig. Could it be that he robbed you of food?"

Xie Yang nodded without burden: "Yes."

Qiu Xing rubbed his chopsticks, reluctantly moved the only dish on the table that was mainly seasoned to Xie Yang's side by a millimeter, and ordered: "Eat it all, don't waste it, my mother likes fatter dishes."

After the meal, Qiu Xing left Xie Yang behind and went into the inner office to deal with work.

Xie Yang guessed that he should take him back to meet his hater when he was preparing for dinner, consciously found a quiet corner to stay there, took out two mobile phones, one old and one new, and picked out the old one that was still useful Save the number to the new phone.

Halfway through saving, a text message came in.

Tong Jian: Xie Yang, I'm sorry, you leave the group, I will post a blog to say that I pushed you out.

I was planning to catch the mouse, and the mouse was delivered to my door.

Xie Yang picked up the phone and replied: Are you free tomorrow? Come out and talk.If possible, call Ke Lan.