My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Chapter 77

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Ji Zehui was shocked and responded to the news in seconds.

Ji Zehui: Is it really Mu Zhou Yi? Or do you want to pit the book of Zhouyi

Xie Yang: That's her. Just do it.

After talking with Ji Zehui, Xie Yang glanced at the time, half past eight. After dinner, Qiu Xing went to talk to He Jun about "official business" again, and he estimated that he would return to the room at one and a half.

He put down the phone and got up to wash.

At half past nine, the door was finally pushed open.

Xie Yang looked up.

Qiu Xing walked in with his mobile phone, and Xieyang looked at each other without saying anything. He walked to the closet and took out his pajamas, put the pajamas in the bathroom, then walked out again and stopped by the bed.

Xie Yang, who was lying on the bed, looked up at Qiu Xing and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiu Xing's expression was very deep. He watched Xieyang for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and touched Xieyang's hair, and said, "It doesn't matter if you become stupid."

Xie raised his eyebrows and sat up slightly.

Qiu Xing squatted down.

Xie Yang looked down at Qiu Xing again.

Qiu Xing didn't look at Xie Yang, half-dangling his eyes, stretched out his hand, retracted, and stretched out again, finally reaching out completely, holding the hand that Jie Yang placed on the quilt.

Xie Yang didn't move, letting Qiu Xing hold it.

"It doesn't matter if you become stupid." Qiu Xing raised his eyes to look at Xie Yang, his mouth opened, but he just repeated it again, "It doesn't matter if you become stupid."

The sugar jar is trying very hard to take the initiative to lift the lid.

Xie Yang gently shook Qiu Xing's hand back, encouraging silently.

Qiu Xing suddenly closed his mouth, looked at the hands between the two, for a long time, and straightened up and said: "Xie Yang, you are not a commodity... The trading relationship between us is over."

Xie Yang wanted to laugh, but held back, and asked seriously: "Are you trying to divorce me?"

Qiu Xing’s full-faced ruined cauldron broke in a second, frowning and black-faced, looking at Xie Yang in disbelief, his voice raised unconsciously: "What?"

"Our deal, isn't it that I marry you, will you give me money? Now you say it will end—"

"It's not over!" Qiu Xing quickly interrupted Xie Yang, clinging to Xie Yang's hand, holding back for a long time, then burst again, staring at Xie Yang, "You pretend to be stupid again!"

Xie Yang shook his head: "I don't have one."

Qiu Xing luck: "Then don't interrupt!"

Xie Yang shut up obediently and motioned for the continuation of Xie Xing with his eyes.

Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang in his pajamas obediently leaning against the head of the bed and letting him hold his hands. He suffocated and suffocated. Suddenly he bent down and stretched out his hand to hold Xie Yang into his arms, raising his hand to hold the back of Xie Yang's head and rubbing hard. After a while, he said: "Don't irritate me... I know what you want, I will give it, and you will be more obedient." After speaking, he let go of Unyang, turned and walked into the bathroom.

Click.

The bathroom door is closed.

Xie Yang kept the posture of being pulled and hugged and stopped for a while, lowered his head and laughed.

Xie Xing in the bathroom probably heard the laughter of Jue Yang. After a sound of things falling to the ground, the sound of water suddenly became louder, and he barely suppressed the laughter of Xie Yang.

After grinding for an hour, Qiu Xing finally came out of the shower.

Xie Yang has closed his eyes and lay down.

The light was turned off, and then the mattress sank and a person lay beside him. The next second, Xie Yang was held by his hand hanging down to his side.

Xie Yang moved his eyelashes and wanted to open his eyes.

"You are asleep." Qiu Xing clenched Xie Yang's hand, and then clasped his fingers a little bit. "You are asleep and don't know anything."

Xie Yang replied, "Well, I'm asleep."

"..." Qiu Xing tightened his hands, furious, "Don't talk when you fall asleep!"

"It's not okay to talk in sleep?"

"… no!"

The room was quiet, and Xie Yang tried to hold Qiu Xing's hand back.

After a long while, Qiu Xing turned over and faced Xie Yang, pulling Xie Yang's hand to his side.

No dream for a night.

Qiu Xing was already up when Xie Yang woke up the next day. He took a look at the quilt he was covering tightly, and he smiled and lifted the quilt off the bed.

After washing up, he came to the restaurant, and saw that his mother and Qiu Xing were already there, saying good morning. Qiu Xing looked away uncomfortably, then quickly moved back, and said to Xie Yang, "Today's milk must be delicious."

Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing's pretentiously calm face, and said, "Okay."

Mother Qiu's eyes turned between the two, quietly keeping quiet.

Not long after breakfast, Feng Qinglin arrived. After receiving Feng Qinglin's call, Xie Yang returned to the small living room, bent over to put Qiu Xing's shoulders, and whispered, "He's here."

With warm breath sprayed over, Qiu Xing straightened his back instinctively and grasped the hand that Yu Yang was pressing on his shoulder. He tilted his head to look at Xie Yang, then glanced at the mother of the enemy who was flipping through the album, and whispered: " Let Zhou Miao pick him up."

"No, let me go."

Qiu Xing thought about it and nodded.

Xie Yang straightened up and walked out. Just stepping out of his feet, he stopped and looked back, moving his hand that was still held by Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing returned to his senses, hurriedly let go of Xie Yang's hand, and sternly said: "Go and come back quickly. Don't be lazy, put on your scarf and hat."

Xie Yang responded and left.

Feng Qinglin did not have a pass for the sanatorium, and the car could only park outside the gate. Xie Yang asked Zhou Miao to drive him out, and when he reached the door, he lowered the window to beckon where Feng Qinglin's vehicle was.

Feng Qinglin got off the car and got on to Xieyang's car. Zhou Miao turned the car around and drove deep into the nursing home.

After getting in the car, Feng Qinglin said: "I broke up with Mu Zhouyi."

Xie Yang turned his mobile phone intently and said, "Congratulations on jumping out of the fish pond."

Feng Qinglin calmed down.

The car was parked in the open-air parking lot. Xie Yang put away the phone and got out of the car, Feng Qinglin followed one step later. Xie Yang took Feng Qinglin to the small building and hinted: "I hope you have really figured it out."

Feng Qinglin said: "I dare not say that I have figured it out clearly, but I want to know how many things I missed and missed."

Xie Yang turned his head to observe Feng Qinglin, vaguely feeling that he was much calmer than when he met last time, and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder.

When Feng Qinglin stopped, he turned his head to look at Xie Yang, frowning and asked, "What are you doing?"

The supernatural power leaned over through the clothes and slowly penetrated into the body. After turning around, there was no remaining golden finger. Xie Yang retracted his hand with satisfaction and asked, "Does Mu Zhouyi agree to break up?"

Feng Qinglin's expression was bleak, and he turned his gaze back to the small building that had appeared in front of him, and said, "I don't agree... She cried badly on the phone and asked me why I broke up."

"How did you answer?"

"I asked her if "Crazy Musician" and the solo singer of the New Year's Eve party were the resources He Rumin gave her. She didn't speak, but just cried and asked to meet. Then I hung up the phone... Xie Yang.

Xie Yang looked at Feng Qinglin from the end of his eyes.

"In your opinion, what kind of person is my dad?"

Xie Yang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Want to hear the truth?"

Feng Qinglin nodded.

Xie Yang retracted his gaze and said, "I have never been in contact with Fengdian, but this does not prevent me from making sure that he is a scumbag who deceives and exploits emotions. Back then, the enemy had no uncle, and the aunt had only your mother and daughter. This means that what?"

Feng Qinglin slowed down and said nothing.

Xie Yang replied on behalf of Feng Qinglin: "It means that whoever marries your mother is likely to get the honor. Fengdian is the youngest son of the Feng family and is destined to be unable to inherit the family business. If he does not find another way, how can he go with his elder brother? Than? And to abduct the enemy's daughter, what a relief for the Feng family."

Feng Qinglin stopped completely.

Xie Yang turned to look at Feng Qinglin, and continued: "Don't look at the feelings of grievances and grievances, only analyze from the benefit aspect, you will soon find that everything becomes extremely clear, and everyone's behavior is reasonable and destined. Feng Dian approached Qiu Jing in order to grab the Rongding. The Qiu family and Qiu Jing broke off their relationship. Auntie also tried to give birth to the Xing Xing at an advanced age, and made a will in advance to keep the Rongding, warn the Feng family, and also to force you. Mom wakes up. As soon as this move is made, your mother becomes a waste of chess, and her marriage to Fengdian takes a sharp turn."

Feng Qinglin's cheeks tightened, and his lips pressed tightly.

"But Fengdian will not divorce your mother, because he wants to control your mother, give birth to you, and increase the bargaining chip in the future fight for power with your uncle. Later, your mother committed suicide. What do you think forced her to be? A dead end? And why did she tell you before she died that she had to take it to her aunt after she found the other half in the future?"

Feng Qinglin took a light breath, reluctantly adjusted his expression, and said, "I want to see uncle."

Xie Yang stepped away.

Feng Qinglin stepped forward.

"After Feng's family has done these things, your uncle wants to kill Feng's family completely, is that too much?"

Feng Qinglin paused, then strode towards the small building, and finally almost ran away. Xie Yang followed, and instead of entering the small living room after entering the house, he sat down in the large living room and took out his mobile phone to scan Weibo.

An hour later, Qiu walked out and sat down beside Xie Yang.

Xie Yang looked at the phone and said, "Did you finish communicating?"

Qiu Xing did not answer. He looked at the void for a long time, then stretched his arms sideways to hold Xie Yang in his arms, raised his chin and rubbed his hair, closed his eyes and slowed his breathing like relief.

Xie Yang's movement of sliding the phone stopped and then continued.

The two held silently for a while.

Xie Yang suddenly said, "I tell you a good news."

It took a few seconds for Qiu Xing to return, his voice a little dumb: "... Huh?"

"The Emperor who bullied Yang Xing will be finished, and Mu Zhouyi will soon be unlucky. She will never have the opportunity to be your nephew and daughter-in-law in this life." Xie Yang turned his head and looked at the beautiful neck of Xing Xing. All the breath when talking was sprayed on, "Happy?"

"..." Qiu Xing's Adam's apple rolled, suddenly pressing down on Xie Yang's head, "Be honest."

Xie Yang smiled, turned his head sideways, and continued to swipe his phone.

On Weibo, the little star who had attempted suicide is holding a live interview on the whole network. The topic of #皇天潜律# is ranked first in the hot search list, and the discussion is so high that Weibo has been paralyzed several times.

No matter how much Xie Yang refreshed, he couldn't open the hot list and the live broadcast of the interview. He regretted giving up. He looked at the wall clock on the wall and said, "Today is New Year's Eve."

Qiu Xing tightened his arms and said warmly, "I know, the New Year's Eve party you are attending is about to be broadcast, the eighth program."

"I'm not talking about this." Xie Yang turned his head again, "It's the new year, will you send me red envelopes? If you do, what will be the amount? I will be short of money for some time in the future. I hope you can be more generous. ."

"..." Qiu Xing unbearably pressed Xie Yang's head again, and said, "When will I be unkind to you! Don't talk any more, stay honestly, otherwise the red envelope will be gone!"