My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Chapter 8

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Tong Jian bit 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 28 years old and I can't afford it."

Tong Jian's movements stopped, his fist failed to smash, and he collapsed and said, "Then why didn't you say it earlier! When Brother Hao left, everyone had a meeting and talked about whether to leave the team directly, you obviously—"

"What could I do like that at the time!" Mo Bin grabbed his hand and got up and pushed him away. "You said you want to sing. Alan said that IUD was his original intention. I built the IUD! Do you want me to say, "Don't hold on, let it go, we can't do it"? How do you want me to be this sinner!"

Tong Jian stared at Mo Bin in a daze, as if he had met him for the first time, suddenly raised his hand and punched his forehead, squatted down and cried while pulling his hair.

When Mo Bin saw this, struggling flashed across his face, but just for a moment, he quickly adjusted his emotions, looked at Ke Lan and Hu Biao and said, "The matter is over, I will just say it. Either you cooperate with me and let Xie Yang came to carry the pot of the scattered group; or, I refused to participate in the commemorative performance in October, and the new song I wrote will not come out. Everyone will open the skylight together. Alan, you are also 27 years old and you are not young anymore. Brother, it’s important whether three artists who are already making money or one newcomer who is not really making a debut is important. You can judge by yourself."

Mo Bin left.

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

Hu Biao was stabbed so by the artist who brought him up by himself, and he was so angry that he wanted to ban Mo Bin immediately, but no, if Mo Bin was banned, the IUD would be over, Ke Lan and Tong Jian would be over, and the company would not agree to him. Do.

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

Xie Yang found a guitar in the dormitory.

Like a treasure, he held the guitar and played and sang alone for a long time. His fingering quickly changed from unfamiliar to proficient, and his singing successfully changed from the initial stiffness to later ease and ease.

After finding the feeling, he tried to hum and sing a few of his favorite classics that he wrote in his last life. The more he sang, the more relaxed his heart became, and the more he sang, the more open his mood became. The inspiration that had been suppressed for many years in the last days surged like the wind. , Dancing around his soul with excitement.

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

The tune that I pointed out slowly changed its tune and turned into a new piece of music full of the joy of life.

After finishing the song, Xie Yang threw away the guitar, ran to the desk and turned out a new stack of A4 paper, drew the staff and quickly started writing.

The lights were on all night.

When Xie Yang wakes up from the kidnapping of inspiration, the sun of a new day has risen from the east.

He was very hungry and his brain was heavy. The hungry and tired feeling that Xie Yang hated the most in the last days took control of his body the first time he woke up. He frowned, raised his hand and patted his cheek.

If you can't sleep, you have to fill your stomach first, or you can sleep hungry.

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

When changing shoes in the hallway, he looked back at the piles of music scattered on the desk, then turned back, carefully arranged them, and put them properly in the backpack.

It's time to buy a house. Living in someone else's house always feels uneasy.

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

A pair of feet in leather shoes walked into the field of vision and came straight to this side.

Xie Yang squinted his eyes so hard to open by the sun, and looked over there, and cast aside his gaze 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 lazily said: "If I don't go there, what will you do?"

Wu Shui became more embarrassed and said, "Mr. Jie, I was wrong for my bad attitude to you last time, I'm sorry."

"You are quite aware of current affairs." Xie Yang put away his long stretched legs, stood up and patted his shoulder, "Don't be afraid, in fact, I like to do things like eating dishes."

Qiu Xing's car was parked at the entrance of the park. It was very easy to recognize. The cleanest and most expensive one was the one.

Xie Yang opened the door of the co-pilot and sat down short.

"Hmm."

As soon as Xie Yang stopped, he looked at Qiu Xing in the back seat: "Your voice is uncomfortable?"

Qiu Xing smiled gloomily: "How can a conscientious boss like me who spends 500 million to hire an undergraduate college student has an uncomfortable voice."

"..."

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

Qiu Xing was satisfied, and raised Erlang's legs, and said, "My mother wants to see her daughter-in-law." He looked critically at Xie Yang's current appearance, frowning, "What kind of image are you? Are you picking up rubbish?"

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

Qiu Xing changed his face in a second: "What did you do when you stayed up late, Bengdi? Ask for a gun? Or do you take drugs?"

Xie Yang expressionlessly: "Mr. Qiu, your understanding of the nightlife of contemporary young people is too narrow, in fact, I last night..." 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 all of Xie Yang's sleepworms were blown out. He didn’t have the strength to deal with the employer anymore, so he took off his backpack and threw it into Qiu Xing’s arms, closed his eyes and said, “See what I have done, let me sleep for a while. You shouldn’t want your mother to see someone with dark circles under my eyes. Me."

Xie Yang said that as long as you sleep, Qiu Xing's expression became gloomy with the naked eye.

The driver in the front seat shivered again.

When it's over, Mr. Xie has become more and more courageous. He even dared to leave the boss to sleep when the boss was talking to him. How could this boss bear it? The boss has always lost, lost, lost...

Qiu Xing slowly retracted his death sight staring at Xie Yang, opened Xie Yang's backpack, and yanked up the contents.

Qiu Xing turned out the score.

Qiu Xing stared at Xie Yang fiercely with his head sideways for a while, then suddenly pulled out the blanket from the car, and threw his head on the face of Xue Yang.

Qiu Xing looked down at the score.

Qiu Xing looked at him, his expression was not so gloomy anymore, he raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look at Xie Yang again, reaching out to pull the blanket off Xie Yang's face, carefully watching and understanding Yang for a while, and laughed. , Throw away the blanket and read the score again.

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

Qiu Xing's expression was shining brightly with naked eyes.

… Throw a shit.

The driver pressed his frightened heart back, and started the car blankly: I was 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 standing 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: "Just after twelve o'clock, this is the underground parking lot of the Rongding headquarters building, Mr. Xie, the boss asks you to wake up with me."

It turned out to be Rongding.

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

Unlike most domineering CEOs, Qiu Xing's office is not on the top level of coolness, but on the ninth floor with better meaning. As mentioned in the original text, this office floor was set by Qiu Xing's mother herself.

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

They arrived at a coincidental time. The driver had just brought Qiu Xing's lunch, and he was putting food on the table. Qiu Xing sat at the table with a look of boredom, and wrote the words "no appetite" all over his body.

Xie Yang smelled the aroma of the food, and his eyes immediately stuck to him.

Hearing the sound of the elevator, Qiu Xing raised his eyes, 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 badly: "Begging on me, I'll give you something to eat."

"..."

Xie Yang took out his mobile phone and began to search for takeaways. He read out as he searched: "Chicken soup pot, crab meat pot, spicy hot pot, iron plate grilled fish, spicy bullfrog pot... There is even a hot pot? Rongding has a good location. There are many kinds of takeaways in the surrounding area, let me see which one has the highest evaluation..."

Qiu Xing couldn't bear it, and black face called the driver: "Zhou Miao, add food to Mr. Xie."

Xie Yang put down the phone with satisfaction.

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

Soon there was only the sound of tableware colliding in the room. Xie Yang eats quietly, he doesn’t pick up food, he doesn’t miss the meal, and his mouth is full. The action of picking up vegetables can even be considered elegant. If he has to pick something wrong with his eating, it’s the speed at which he eats. Quickly, although it looks very delicious and appetizing, it is obviously not good for the people who eat.

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

Qiu Xing asked, "Why are you so eager to eat? Someone robbed you?"

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

Qiu Xing was upset again: "How did Jie Xiu abuse you? I remember that 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 seasoning key dish on the table by a millimeter to Xie Yang's side, and ordered: "Eat it all, don't waste it. My mom likes fatter ones."

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

Xie Yang guessed that he should take himself back to see his mother when he was preparing for dinner. He consciously found a quiet corner to stay, took out two mobile phones, one old and one new, and picked the one that was still usable on the old one. Save the number on the new phone.

Halfway through, 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 squeezed you out.

We were planning to catch the mouse, and the mouse was delivered to the door.

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