When He Qing woke up, he was the only one in the house, and it was as quiet as if Feng Jinhua had never come back. His expression was lonely for a moment, and soon disappeared.
Jin Hua, he was still the same as before, afraid of waking him up, he would leave quietly every time, exactly the same as when he was in school.
Thinking of this, the gentle man showed a happy expression on his face, he got up and folded the quilt, and put the outer clothes in, mainly Feng Jinhua's clothes, neatly folded one by one and put them in the closet.
He Qing carefully put away the soup that he was going to make for Feng Jinhua at night. He always felt that his heart was a little uncomfortable, but he attributed it to the fact that he didn't sleep last night, because the doctor told him that he could only take care of it. He took some medicine and returned to the flower shop after suppressing the pain.
The flower shop has been open for a few days, and the business is okay. He Qing seems to be born with the usual flowers and plants. The flowers he planted are all blooming coquettishly, and they are placed so casually by the door, which attracts a lot of attention.
I was thinking about my lover who didn't know when to leave. The gentle man's handsome face showed a bit of worry, and I didn't know if Jinhua's head still hurts. Disturbed, had to give up the idea.
He Qing stood at the door of the store, watering the flowers with a gentle expression, looking at the flowers with extremely gentle eyes.
[When is Feng Jinhua's derailment going on?]
The answer with the mechanical voice: [Yes, she has cheated.]
[All right.]He Qing glanced at a luxury car not far from the flower shop, [There are so many Leyuan cars, I changed a few of them this day!]
The tone of the system instantly rose a few points: [Does the host want to know how many cars Leyuan has?]
Knowing that he wanted points again, He Qing ignored the system and turned around to continue watering the flowers. Among other things, the days of watering the flowers and making soup are quite beautiful, but unfortunately, such good days don't last long.
The pain in the depths of the heart slowly spread, the shower fell to the ground, and He Qing fell down. Before he passed out, he could still see a tall figure getting out of the car in a panic, and his steps were a little staggering.
"Leyuan..."
With a murmur, He Qing was completely plunged into darkness.
When he woke up again, his face was pale, and he faced the diagnosis silently. After a long time, he trembled and asked cautiously, "Doctor, could it be that the diagnosis was wrong?"
He carefully covered his heart, tried to force a smile, and pretended to be nonchalant, "The last time I checked, you said that as long as you take a good rest, there is nothing wrong with it. The heart hasn't hurt much these days, and the body is fine. very good… "
"Look at me, look at me now, it doesn't hurt at all..."
The doctor in a white coat looked at him with pity, "Mr. He, our diagnosis is correct, please rest assured, we will do our best to treat him!"
Going out of your way to treat…
He Qing sat there in a daze, almost numb, and was helped out by the man, sitting in the corridor of the hospital, Le Yuan looked at him with a pale face, wishing to replace him with his own body.
He had a lot to say, but in the end he just said dryly, "Ah Qing, I will definitely cure you!"
He is not involved in medicine, but as long as he is willing to pay, he will be able to find the best doctor to treat Ah Qing!
If it can't be cured, just go with Ah Qing...
He Qing looked at passers-by blankly, and suddenly said, "If I die, what will Jin Hua do?"
Le Yuan's hand that was put aside was clenched tightly.
"Jinhua has a bad stomach. The doctor said to take care of it. He likes spicy food and doesn't like stomach nourishing soup. He always secretly eats spicy food outside. When he comes back, he thinks I don't know..."
"I get a headache after drinking alcohol, and I hate drinking hangover soup, I don't sleep and I don't let others sleep..."
"I'm always careless, I can't tie my tie properly, I forget to bring my keys almost every day, and then I changed the fingerprint lock to get better..."
He Qing clearly had no tears on his face, but his delicate eyes seemed to be crying. He stared blankly at those people, and said softly, "If I die, Jin Hua will be sad..."
"Don't make him sad..." he murmured, "The company is developing now, don't make Jinhua sad..."
"Ah Qing!" The tall man couldn't help it, looked into his sad eyes and asked, "Can you think about yourself first?"
He Qing looked at him and said shyly, "Le Yuan, can you do me a favor?"
"Keep it from Jinhua, don't let him know that I'm going to have surgery..."
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Chu Chen walked into the office with a face full of anxiety: "Mr. Feng, did you call me?"
Feng Jinhua didn't raise his eyes, but said in a cold tone, "I told you to go to the HR department, why haven't you?"
Chu Chen's handsome face immediately turned red, and he hesitated to explain, "Mr. Feng, I am the only one in my family. If you fire me, I really have no other choice!"
The man at the desk sneered, raised his eyes, and looked at Chu Chen with emotionless eyes, which could almost be called cruel, "You can sell it, anyway, it's not like you haven't done this before. thing, isn't it?"
Chu Chen's face turned pale almost immediately.
His lips trembled, his voice trembling, "President Feng, I'm not that kind of person..."
"I just love Mr. Feng, that's why I..." He said with difficulty, and at the end it seemed that he couldn't speak anymore, and stubbornly stopped speaking with red eyes.
The handsome young man's eyes were red, and his expression was full of grievances and sadness. Feng Jinhua looked at it and paused slightly.
"Jin Hua, have you seen the flower I put outside? It's the one with the buds."
It was the day when the two had just lived together, and Feng Jinhua hadn't yet cultivated the thoughtfulness that he has now, always thinking about it, and when he heard his lover's question, he frowned and thought for a long time, and finally clapped his hands !
"I saw him on the balcony in the afternoon, so I lost it!"
"Lost it?" The handsome young man was stunned, a little in disbelief: "But I just told you about that flower this morning..."
"I forgot." Feng Jinhua knew she was wrong, and seeing her lover's sad expression, apologized quickly, "Ah Qing, don't be angry, I'll buy you another pot!"
He Qing was like this at the time, muttering in a low voice, aggrieved and sad, "You are always like this, and you forget it when you turn around..."
In the end, he was coaxed by his lover as before, and went to eat happily together.
When did it start
The young man who complained softly when he had problems, and always smiled at him sweetly, turned into the current tepid appearance.
The life of the two of them is as dull and boring as plain boiled water. Feng Jinhua now thinks that He Qing is a scarecrow. How did the person who could get angry and play petty temper become what he is now
Feng Jinhua couldn't count how long he hadn't touched He Qing. He still remembered the scene when they were together almost every night when they first got together.
But now even if he is sleeping on a bed, that glass-like body still prevents him from moving rashly.
He is a normal man! How could there be no needs, but Feng Jinhua was reluctant to separate him from Ah Qing.
His eyes fell on the young man in front of him who looked similar to He Qing. He was younger, just like Ah Qing back then.
Chu Chen was still talking: "Mr. Feng! You can fire me, but I didn't refuse at first. The first thing I thought about was not money, but you!"
Chu Chen's eyes were red, and he looked aggrieved.
Feng Jinhua looked at him, stood up suddenly, pressed him under him, and kissed him recklessly.
"President Feng..." Chu Chen was surprised at first, then his eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to reach out and hug the man, letting him wreak havoc.
The two rolled on the sofa, Chu Chen was pressed down, looking at the man with fascinated eyes, opened his mouth to say something, but saw the man who was confused and infatuated kissed excitedly, and shouted in his mouth: "Ah Qing..."
Even if it's fake, he really, really wants to be with Ah Qing...
The youthful and smooth body just like in memory made the man even more excited, "Ah Qing, Ah Qing..."
Chu Chen raised his head, his eyes turned cold.
While the two were moving on the sofa, in the company elevator, He Qing pressed down to the floor with a pale face, and beside him, Le Yuan looked at him with worried blue eyes.
"Ah Ching, are you alright?"
"I'm fine..." He Qing shook his head in a trance, touched the doctor's diagnosis in his pocket, and tried hard to suppress his sad expression.
He couldn't do this in front of Jin Hua. Jin Hua had already worked very hard, so he couldn't make things difficult for Jin Hua.
"Le Yuan, I'll trouble you in a while, just say that I plan to travel with you."
Le Yuan looked at this person whom he had secretly liked for five years, stepped forward and put his arms around his shoulders, "Don't be afraid, I will always be with you."
He Qing shook his head, took his hand gently, and didn't speak any more.
The doctor said that even with surgery, the possibility of success is not high. He is not afraid of death, but he is reluctant.
Jin Hua looks majestic on the outside, but in fact, she can't control herself like a child, and her ability to live is basically zero. How can such a Jin Hua be willing to leave
In fact, He Qing has always known that his lover is dissatisfied with his heart problem, and he has been actively seeking medical treatment. Even if his life span is hindered, at least he should not let his lover be unsatisfied in bed.
Last time, when he said about the divorce, he really didn't want to restrain Jinhua anymore...
But when it really came time to have to leave, He Qing found that he didn't want to leave at all.
Even if he lives in pain every day and is in danger of suffocation every moment, he still wants to be by his lover's side.
But, it's too late...
When the elevator door opened, he tried hard to wipe away the sadness on his face, and smiled. Le Yuan silently looked at his forced joy, his heart ached like a thorny vine.
"Jinhua!"
He Qing pushed open the door, but saw two people overlapping on the sofa.
His already pale smile froze on his face.
There were tiny beads of sweat on Feng Jinhua's forehead. When he heard a familiar voice, he raised his head in disbelief.
"Ah Ching..."