My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

How could it be possible not to be afraid.

One sentence after another, they all stabbed Qiu Xing's heart fiercely.

Qiu Xing grabbed Xie Yang's hand and clenched it bit by bit, his body was tense as if he was suppressing something, his brows were depressed, and a terrible storm was brewing in his eyes.

But he still tried his best to stay rational, half warning and half pleading: "Xie Yang, don't provoke me."

"I didn't provoke you, I was just telling the truth." Xie Yang's hand hurt a little, but he didn't struggle, and even took the initiative to shake it back, "Qiu Xing, those were good assumptions just now. There are also bad ones, Do you want to hear it?"

Qiu Xing intuitively felt that what Xie Yang said next would not be what he wanted to hear, so he pulled Xie Yang's hand hard, and said in a fierce tone, "Don't say it!"

Xie Yang was not intimidated, and continued: "The bad situation is that after you left, I became blind and crazy because I didn't get what I wanted from you. If you give me so much money, it will definitely make me Being targeted by a lot of garbage. They deliberately approached me, pretending to care about me and love me, and I gradually fell, but in fact they-"

Qiu Xing suddenly pulled Xie Yang into his arms and hugged him, pressing the back of Xie Yang's head.

"Don't say it. Xie Yang, don't say it."

"..."

Xie Yang raised his loosened hands to hug Qiu Xing's body, put his chin on Qiu Xing's shoulder, and said: "But in fact, they don't love me at all. They use me, betray me, and abuse me mentally. Let me ask for nothing, let me suffer—"

Qiu Xing suddenly let go of Xie Yang again, held Xie Yang's cheek in his hands, and quickly approached Xie Yang with his head down.

Xie Yang looked straight at Qiu Xing without moving.

When the two were about to get close, Qiu Xing stopped suddenly, his eyes were filled with emotion, his hands were tightened and then relaxed, and his breathing was slow and heavy.

"Qiu Xing." Seeing the intense struggle in Qiu Xing's eyes, Xie Yang raised his hand to hold Qiu Xing's hand on his face, "Without your protection, my life might become a mess."

"……Won't!"

Qiu Xing pushed Xie Yang's body away, and stepped back a little to lean against the car door, as if he was ordering and persuading someone, and said: "You are so smart, how could you be used and betrayed by others, you are not Qinglin! You can't It will be a bad life. Xie Yang, you are bewitching me, you are a cunning liar. Aren't you smart? Don't you understand? What on earth do you—"

"Qiu Xing." Xie Yang interrupted Qiu Xing, "I won't be smart all my life. And you only told me during the Chinese New Year that it doesn't matter if I become stupid."

So you have clearly taken a step forward and made a promise, why do you want to take it back now.

Qiu Xing understood Yang's unfinished intentions, turned his head to avoid Xie Yang's sight in embarrassment, his Adam's apple moved, and suddenly said: "Stop."

Zhou Miao, who was already stunned by their quarrel in the front seat, hurriedly looked for a place to pull over.

Xie Yang sat back, looked at Qiu Xing who no longer looked at him or spoke, understood Qiu Xing's meaning, raised his hand to pull out the door handle, and pushed the car door open.

"Xie Yang."

Xie Yang stopped and turned around.

"you……"

But Qiu Xing suddenly stopped talking, and only raised his hand to press his forehead hard, hiding the expression on his face.

"I reject your deal." Xie Yang withdrew his gaze and pushed the car door completely, "I can't be exchanged for benefits during the Chinese New Year. If you really want it, take the night promise to give me what you and I want Come with the courage to live." After saying that, he lowered his head and got out of the car, turned around and closed the door forcefully, and strode away.

Wu Shui, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, got out of the car and followed Xie Yang, took out his mobile phone to call a car while following, and at the same time led Xie Yang to the side of the road to avoid the vehicles.

Xie Yang walked on the side of the road without a hat or a mask, and soon attracted the attention of many passers-by.There were two little girls walking towards him who looked at Xie Yang stupidly for a few times, and after exchanging a few words, they became excited, stepped forward tentatively, and followed at a distance of two steps away from Xie Yang, bravely said: "You, you are Xie Yang? We are your fans, I wonder if we can—”

Xie Yang looked sideways.The upturned eye ends, and the lack of warmth in the gaze, exude a sharp and repulsive aura.

The fans widened their eyes and shut their mouths, obviously frightened by Xie Yang's appearance at this time, but after being frightened for two seconds, they became even more excited.

"..."

Xie Yang frowned and came back to his senses, thinking of something, he suddenly stopped and turned his head in the direction where he got off the car before, then his expression retracted, he showed a smile, and said to the fans: "Thank you for your love and support. Autograph? Or a group photo?"

The iceberg suddenly melted, doubling its lethality.

The fans were dumbfounded for two seconds, and then their faces and ears gradually turned red. One excitedly took out a pen and paper, and the other excitedly picked up a mobile phone, and stammered: "Can, can we take a photo together? If, if you can, please! I I fell in love with you from the show "Who Is the King of Singer", you are great! Come on!"

"Thank you."

Xie Yang smiled at the fans again, then took the pen and paper to sign, and asked the fans their names thoughtfully, wrote a blessing to the fans, and then took the initiative to walk to the fans and smiled cooperatively at the fans' mobile phone cameras .

The place where the few people stayed was close to a school, and there were many young people coming and going. The movement here quickly attracted the attention of other passers-by, and several little girls found Xie Yang one after another, and they mustered up the courage to run over.

A circle of people slowly surrounded Xie Yang, and Wu Shui stood beside Xie Yang to protect Xie Yang carefully, preventing Xie Yang from being rushed by enthusiastic fans.

Xie Yang's patience today was surprisingly good, not only cooperating with signing photos for fans, but also answering a few questions from fans.

"Why are you here? I happened to get off the car here for something, and I'll go back to the company when the new car arrives."

"I'm working on a new album. Tong Jian and Ke Lan also have works to be released recently."

"What kind of person do you like?" Xie Yang was silent for two seconds, looked at the fans who asked the question, and smiled, "This question is a bit too much, but it's okay to tell you. I like..."

He paused, lowered his head and signed another name, then looked at the mobile phone held by a certain fan, and said word by word: "I like people who are frank, gentle, and keep their word."

……

The next day, Rong Ding.

"I like people who are frank, gentle, and keep their word."

The video ends.

The corner of Qiu Xing's mouth pulled down, and he clicked on the Weibo video with the label "Mom, I'm in love again" on the top Weibo hot list again, and pulled the progress bar to the end.

The young man with handsome facial features and perfect skin without any blemishes looked at the camera with a smile, and said word by word: "I like people who are frank, gentle, and keep their word."

Frank, gentle, keep his word...

boom!

Qiu Xing forcefully covered the laptop screen.

Standing behind the desk, He Jun lowered his head, pretending not to hear the voice from the computer just now, and said, "Boss, Deputy Director Qiu—"

Qiu Xing looked up at He Jun, his eyes were murderous.

"...I will tell him that you don't have time to see him now." He Jun changed his words decisively, closed the documents in his hand, turned around and wanted to leave the office.

"No need." Qiu Xing took the initiative to get up, straightened his cuffs, and said with a gloomy expression of "I'm so angry, I want to vent my anger", "It's just in time, the new year is new, it's time to give him a long memory." After finishing speaking, he walked around the desk, turned his head to look at Yangxing's direction through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and strode out of the office full of evil spirits.

He Jun: "..."

The phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, He Jun took out the phone and clicked on the newly sent text message.

Xie Yang: Did he see it?

He Jun wanted to sigh, and replied: I saw it.

Xie Yang: Is he angry?

He Jun replied with a pained kaomoji in despair.

……

Nagarjuna recording studio.

Xie Yang put down his phone, took a sip of milk in a good mood, and then looked at Long Shuyou who was flipping through the sheet music while grilling rice, looked at Long Shuyou's face, and said, "Shuyou, do you want to take a selfie?"

Nagarjuna raised his head in confusion: "What?"

After 10 minutes, Xie Yang Weibo.

[Xie Yang: The song is being recorded. 】

There are nine pictures below Weibo, five self-portraits and four takeaway pictures.In the group photo, Xie Yang and Long Shuyou were sitting side by side, Xie Yang raised his arms and put the back of the chair behind Long Shuyou, looking as if he was holding Long Shuyou in his arms.

Fans were choked to death by this sudden group photo, and then revived in seconds, howling excitedly at the group photo of the two handsome guys.

The comments on Weibo skyrocketed, and cp fans appeared faintly.

Qin Cheng immediately made a phone call to Xie Yang and said, "Is this how you broke the news that Long Shuyou is making an album for you?"

Xie Yang drank the last sip of milk, and replied: "Sooner or later, it will explode, and now it can be used to warm up the album. By the way, is Tong Jian's new album going to be officially released?"

"It's coming, it's scheduled for Valentine's Day the day after tomorrow. What's the matter?"

Valentine's Day, what a day.

Xie Yang said: "It's nothing, I just want to help him promote it when I think of it. Is Ke Lan's micro movie going to be released?"

"Yes, it's also the day after tomorrow. The managers of the two want to gather a new iud to release their works together. They just called and asked me if they can let you show up on Valentine's Day and help Tong Jian. Do publicity with Ke Lan."

"Of course." Xie Yang agreed, thought for a while, and suggested, "Why don't you just set up a new IUD combined live broadcast on Valentine's Day. Go and contact Tong Jian and Ke Lan's managers to plan something. We fry Boda."

Qin Cheng hesitated: "But on Valentine's Day, you don't have to talk to Mr. Qiu—"

Xie Yang interrupted coldly: "No. He and I are not lovers, and we don't need to celebrate."

"..." Qin Cheng tactfully changed the subject, and said, "I will communicate with Tong Jian and Ke Lan's managers about the live broadcast. Keep busy."

……

Before Xie Yang went to bed the next night, Qiu Xing, who had been quiet for two days, suddenly sent a WeChat message.

Qiu Xing: I'm sick.

Xie Yang raised his eyebrows and typed.

Xie Yang: Really, drink more hot water.

The opposite side was as quiet as a chicken for a moment, and then Xie Yang watched the prompts he was typing on the WeChat chat box appear and disappear, disappear and reappear, over and over again, dawdling for more than ten minutes.

Finally, Qiu Xing sent a new message.

Qiu Xing: Master Liao has researched new dishes and wants you to go home and try them.

Bad excuse.

Xie Yang smiled and typed.

Xie Yang: I still have work tomorrow, go to sleep, good night.

After finishing speaking, he waited for a while until the prompt that was typing on the chat box disappeared completely, then finally put down the phone, got out of bed and went to the French window to look at Rongding opposite.

A few minutes later, the light in Chairman Rongding's office was turned off.

Xie Yang turned around and went back to the bed, picked up his phone, and sent a circle of friends.

[Xie Yang: Do you think you are the only one who has traitors? 】

To actually make an excuse of being sick, who do you want to scare to death?