My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Chapter 88

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Sunlight shining into the room through the gap in the curtains is hitting Qiu Xing's face. Qiu Xing frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and instinctively touched his hand.

Empty and cool.

Qiu Xing was awake for a second, then he sat up and turned his head to look around.

The quilt slipped from the body, and the cool air outside the quilt rushed over.

Qiu Xing froze, slowly looking down at his body.

Two seconds later, he opened the quilt blankly and looked at it.

"..."

Qiu Xing raised his eyes, his expression was comically frozen, but there were various complex emotions violently rolling in his eyes. His eyes swept around the room instinctively, trying to find someone's figure, but he couldn't find the person. He only saw the messy and ambiguous clothes on the ground, among which his underwear was intimately close to someone's pajamas. Next to.

His expression changed, he quickly got out of bed, picked up his pajamas and patted them. He stood there for two seconds, then quickly returned to the bed, sat back on the bed for a few seconds, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to find his own clothes to put on.

On the upper body of the clothes, the sense of security and sanity finally returned to the basket. Qiu Xing slapped his face fiercely with cold water, and looked up at himself in the mirror.

It should be... Nothing.

The memory of last night is very clear. He has never done anything to Xie Yang that would take off his clothes, only... The kiss from last night flashed across his mind, his heart beat violently, and he hurriedly lowered his head and washed it with cold water. Face.

After a brief wash, Qiu Xing returned to the room, bent over to tidy up the clothes on the floor, then stood by the bed, looked at the messy bed, made sufficient mental preparations, hesitatingly, cautiously, and dignified and dignified. He opened a corner of the quilt and looked on the sheets.

There is no blood.

His tight shoulders relaxed slightly, then he frowned and stood still for a long time.

After all... Is it there or not

The memory tells him that there is no, but in case there is...

He shook his hand and the quilt fell back on the bed.

It was not until lunch time that Qiu Xing finally left the small bedroom with a bag. He called Zhou Miao as he walked out. The phone got through, but the familiar ringtone of the cell phone rang close by.

Qiu Xing stopped and looked at the sound coming from.

Zhou Miao and Liu Sha were sitting on both sides of the sofa in the office. Zhou Miao awkwardly squeezed the phone, trying not to look at Qiu Xing’s ripped lips. Facing Qiu Xing’s increasingly dangerous eyes, he explained: “Yes, It was the little boss who called me to come and said... that you spent the night here."

Qiu Xing slowly put down his phone and said, "Last night... Xie Yang was drunk. I took care of him all night."

Zhou Miao: "... Hmm." His mouth broke through care.

After all, Liu Sha was older and calm. She stood up and said, "I have suspended an elevator for regular maintenance. I will let someone clear the corridor for you to leave after a while."

Qiu Xing nodded and walked away.

"A line."

Qiu Xing stopped and looked at Liu Sha.

"Yangyang will go directly to City J to join the crew after this business trip. This bedroom is temporarily out of use. He asked me to help him clean the bedding in the room and put it away. I want to ask, in the room... Yes Is there anything inconvenient for me to see?"

Qiu Xing tightened the bag in his hand, pretending to be calm and authentic: "No... I have another meeting, first send me back to Rongding."

Liu Sha nodded and immediately sent people to clear the corridor.

After ten minutes, Qiu Xing left Yangxing smoothly. Liu Sha returned to Xie Yang's office and used the key to enter the small bedroom, only to find that the bed was empty and there was no bedding.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the plane landed in X city. Xie Yang got into the car that Qincheng had rented in advance, took off his mask, and turned on the phone that had been off for several hours.

A bunch of missed calls and unread messages popped up together, all from Xing Xing. Xie Yang first clicked on the message and looked at it, then almost laughed out loud.

It was past nine o'clock in the morning.

Qiu Xing: Xie Yang, are we... Have you... Tell me the truth.

About an hour later.

Qiu Xing: Let Wu Shui take you to the hospital.

Qiu Xing: I will arrange a private doctor for you. If you feel uncomfortable, tell the doctor. Don't hold back because you are shy.

It was about half an hour later.

Qiu Xing: Does it hurt

Another hour later.

Qiu Xing: Xie Yang, are you lying to me? I saw it and the sheets were very clean.

Actually even went to see the sheets.

Xie Yang could almost make up for Qiu Xing's frowning, carefully and shyly checking the sheets a little bit, hurriedly coughing to suppress the laughter that almost came out, and dialed Qiu Xing over.

The phone was answered in seconds, but Qiu Xing did not speak.

Xie Yang deliberately lowered the pressure and said coldly: "Why, you want to take advantage of it and run away? Forget it, I guessed it a long time ago, it's okay, just hang up." After speaking, he just hung up.

A few seconds later, Xie Yang's cell phone began to ring wildly.

Xie Yang hung up five calls with Qiu Xing indifferently, and didn't pick up slowly until the sixth one, and asked, "Did you decide to be responsible?"

"... Xie Yang, don't lie to me."

"How did your lips break?"

The other side was quiet for a moment.

Xie Yang is aggressive: "Did you take the initiative?"

Still quiet.

Xie Yang issued a soul torture: "Did you stick out your tongue?"

The phone was hung up.

Xie Yang still laughed, smiled and felt that something was wrong, and looked sideways.

Qin Cheng took the itinerary and asked, "You finally remembered that there is still me in the car?"

"..." Xie Yang constricted his expression and straightened his posture, "Qin Ge, you say, I will listen."

Qin Cheng glanced at Xie Yang helplessly, picked up the itinerary and told Xie Yang about his work schedule for the next week.

There are a total of ten songs in Xie Yang’s new album. Except for one mv with a full indoor scene, which requires Xie Yang to shoot from start to finish, the other mvs only arrange some scenes of singing to the mouth for Xie Yang, which will be quick to shoot. stand up. But no matter how fast, a week is still too rush, so it can't be avoided. For the next seven days, Xie Yang will have to stay up for a long time.

"After you go to the crew, Director Zhou will definitely give you time to adjust your status. You can make up your sleep after you go to the crew, is it okay?"

Xie Yang nodded and said it was okay.

Qin Cheng then mentioned some things that need attention in the past few days, then put down the schedule, and said: "I heard a little bit of news. You and Tong Jian's former teammate, that Mo Bin, seem to be going out again."

Xie Yang was not too surprised when he heard this.

The banning of Mo Bin was originally arranged by Ji Zehui. Now Huangtian has reshuffled his cards and Ji Zehui has left the Emperor. Now that Huangtian needs to recuperate and is unable to fight with the people, Huangtian re-enables Mo Bin to disgust. It is a normal and easy operation to think of all people with the new iud.

Qin Cheng was a little worried: "The Golden Melody Awards will be held in June. Ji Zehui's "Broken Cocoon", the new IUD's "iud", and Tong Jian's "Children's Language" will all participate in the competition for the awards. The possibility of winning is very high. If Mo Bin comes out to discredit you at this time, it will hinder you from winning the prize."

"Don't worry, Mo Bin can't get out."

Qin Cheng was surprised: "Why?"

Xie Yang explained: "Because I am also a shareholder of Huangtian, when Hong Zhijie bought the shares of Huangtian on a large scale, I also collected some of them in the name of Wu Shui. Although the proportion is not large, it can also cause a little impact. I will look back. The agency rights of these stocks are handed over to Yang Qing, and Yang Qing is allowed to negotiate with Hong Zhijie."

Qin Cheng was shocked: "You also received Huangtian's stock?"

Xie Yang nodded.

It took a long time for Qin Cheng to digest the news, and shook his head: "You are really... It seems that I have been worrying too much. Then it's okay. You take the mv well, and I will arrange the other trivial matters."

The filming was too busy, and Xie Yang didn't have time to look at his phone until dinner.

In one afternoon, Qiu Xing made a total of eight calls and sent six or seven messages. The content of the news was varied, with some vague meanings of "You..." and "We...", concerned, and there were roundabout inquiries.

Xie Yang read it carefully, and then dialed the phone directly.

The phone was answered in seconds, but Qiu Xing still said nothing.

Xie Yang opened the lunch box and said, "I will be very busy for the next week and won't look at my phone often."

"How busy?"

"The kind of busyness that needs to stay up late."

Qiu Xing's voice sank a little: "Must stay up late?"

"Ok."

Qiu Xing said nothing again.

Xie Yang said, "I only have ten minutes to eat. Hang up first, so you can rest early." After speaking, he hung up the phone and picked up the chopsticks to eat.

At the end of the day’s filming, it was already more than two o’clock in the morning. Xie Yang took out his cell phone and looked at it. There was no news or phone call from the hostile line. He locked the cell phone and got into the car back to the hotel.

The hotel was set by Qincheng and was near the shooting location. On the way back, Qin Cheng told Guo Yang a new piece of news.

"The heroine of "I See Xuanyuan" has finally been decided. It is Wen Yao, who was 26 years old after seeing the last Parkson. This is the first time she has acted as a heroine of a movie."

Xie Yang was surprised and confirmed: "Wen Yao?"

Qin Cheng nodded and asked: "How, know?"

Xie Yang shook his head.

I don’t even know. Wen Yao, one of the important female protagonists in the original book, the competitor of the protagonist in the early stage, and the iron girlfriend of the protagonist in the later period, has helped the protagonist a lot.

Wen Yao is the second generation of Bai Fumei plus stars. His father is a director and his mother is a well-known costume designer. I remember that at the end of the original book, Wen Yao married into a jewelry family in city b and quit the entertainment circle to help her husband start a business.

According to the original plot timeline, Wen Yao and Mu Zhouyi should have become good friends now. But now the plot has been greatly changed. Mu Zhouyi's circumstances and reputation are the same as in the original book. I don't know if these changes affect the relationship between Wen Yao and Mu Zhouyi.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, Xie Yang regained consciousness, put on a hat and mask, got out of the car and entered the hotel lobby.

The lobby of the hotel in the early morning was empty and quiet, and the presence of someone sitting in the lounge area was very strong.

Xie Yang stopped, and then walked straight to the elevator as if he hadn't seen it.

After the elevator was turned on, Xie Yang took Wu Shui and Qin Cheng step by step. Just turning around, someone touched his forehead.

Xie Yang raised his eyes.

Qiu Xing came into contact with Xie Yang's line of sight, and reflexively moved his hand down to cover the line of sight of Jie Yang.

The elevator doors closed and began to rise. Wu Shui and Qin Cheng looked at the sky while the other looked at the ground, pretending that they didn't exist.

After a few seconds, Qiu Xing put down his hand, stood beside Xie Yang, and pulled Xie Yang's hand.

Xie Yang lifted his hand into his pocket.

Qiu Xing paused, and then arrogantly reached into Xie Yang's pocket and grabbed Xie Yang's hand, saying: "I didn't get off the plane until 12 o'clock. It's a little bit by now, and there are no rooms in the hotel."

Xie Yang threw away Qiu Xing's hand and said, "Wu Shui, give your room to Mr. Qiu, you go to my room to make a floor."

Wu Shui: "..."