My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Tongjian's back teeth bite, rushed forward to grab Mo Bin's collar, raised his hand to fight.

Mo bin looked up straight at him and said, "Tong Tong, I'm 28 years old and can't afford it."

The child's sword stopped and his fist didn't fall. He collapsed and said, "why didn't you say it earlier! When brother Hao left, we had a meeting to discuss whether to break up the team directly. You clearly -- "

" what could I do then! " Mo bin grabs his hand, gets up and pushes him away. "You say you want to sing on. Alan says IUD is his original intention. The company doesn't want to lose the sign of IUD. I'm the captain! I built IUD! Do you want me to say something like "don't insist, it's all over, we can't do it"? How do you want me to be a sinner! "

Tongjian was staring at Mo bin, as if he had known him for the first time. He suddenly raised his hand and thumped on his forehead. He squatted down and grabbed his hair and began to cry.

Mo Bin's face flashed a struggle, but it was only for a moment. He quickly adjusted his mood, looked at Ke LAN and Hu Biao and said, "this is the matter. I'll tell you the truth. Either you will cooperate with me and let Xie Yang carry the pot; or I will refuse to participate in the commemorative performance in October, and my new music will not come out, and we will open the window together. Alan, you are 27 years old, not young. Brother Biao, it's important to be three artists who are already making money, or whether it's a newcomer who doesn't really make a debut. You can judge by yourself. "

Mo bin left.

Ke LAN patted the back of Tong Jian and asked, "brother Biao, you What do you choose? "

Hu Biao was stabbed by an artist with his own hands. He was so angry that he wanted to kill Mo bin immediately. But he couldn't. If he killed Mo bin, IUD would be finished. Ke LAN and Tong Jian would also be finished. The company would not allow him to do so.

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

……

Xie Yang found a guitar in the dormitory.

As a treasure, he played and sang by himself with his guitar for a long time. His fingering soon changed from unfamiliar to proficient, and his singing successfully changed from the initial rigidity to the later relaxed and relaxed.

After he found the feeling, he tried to hum some of his favorite classical songs written in his last life. The more he sang, the more relaxed he felt. The more he sang, the more open his mind was. The inspiration that had been suppressed for many years by the end of the world surged like the wind and danced wildly around his soul.

Destruction, collapse, gloom, despair, death New life, hope, recovery of all things, the future can be expected.

The tune under the finger slowly changed its tune and became a new movement full of joy of life.

At the end of the song, Xie Yang left his guitar and ran to his desk to find a stack of brand-new A4 paper. He drew his own staff and wrote quickly.

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.

His stomach was hungry and his brain was heavy. The feeling of hunger and tiredness that Jieyang hated most at the end of his life took control of his body the first time he woke up. He frowned and raised his hand to pat his cheek.

If you can't sleep, you have to fill your stomach first. Otherwise, if you sleep with hunger, you may not be able to sleep.

He got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, Gulu Gulu, rummaged through the refrigerator, found that it was empty, went back to the living room to pick up the mobile phone and backpack, ready to go out for food.

When he changed his shoes in the porch, he looked back at a large number of music scores scattered on the reading table, and then turned back to it. He carefully sorted them out and put them into his backpack properly.

I have to buy a house. I always feel uneasy living in other people's houses.

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

A pair of shoes into the field of vision, straight to this side.

Xie Yang squints from the sun can't open his eyes to look at that side, boring to leave the line of sight.

The bodyguard Wu Shui is very embarrassed. He pretends not to notice Xie Yang's dislike. He stops in front of Xie Yang and politely says, "Mr. Xie, the boss is here to meet you."

Jieyang lazy way: "if I don't go, what will you do?"

Wu Shui was more and more embarrassed and said, "Mr. Xie, I was wrong to treat you badly last time. I'm sorry."

"You're quite up to date." Xie Yang put up his long leg, got up and patted his shoulder, "don't be afraid. In fact, I like to do this kind of thing

The best way is to park at the gate.

Xie Yang opens the co pilot's door and sits low.

"Well."

Jieyang action a stop, look at the back of the enemy line: "your voice is not comfortable?"

Qiu Xing grimly smiles: "how can a conscientious boss like me, who spends 500 million yuan to hire an undergrad student, have a bad voice?"

“……”

Xie Yang withdrew from the co pilot, sat in the back seat and asked, "what can I do for you?"

Qiu Xing was satisfied. He raised his legs and said, "my mother wants to see her daughter-in-law." Said critical to look at the solution of Yang's current appearance, frown, "you this is what image, pick up garbage?"Xie Yang, looking at the black card in his pocket, patiently explained, "I stayed up late yesterday, and went out in a hurry this morning. I didn't have time to change clothes and wash my hair."

Qiu Xing changed his face for a second: "what did you stay up late for, trampy? hook up? Or drugs? "

Mr. Yang, you know little about my life He thought, "it's staying up late and playing games."

Qiu Xing looked at him coldly: "are you insulting my intelligence?"

The temperature of the air conditioner in the car is just right, and all the drowsiness of Jieyang is blown out. He had no strength to deal with the employer any more. He took off his backpack and threw it into Qiu Xinghuai's arms. He closed his eyes and said, "you can see what I've done. Let me sleep for a while. You don't want your mother to see me with black eyes."

Jieyang said sleep on sleep, Qiu Xing's expression visible to the naked eye is gloomy.

The driver in the front seat shivered again.

When it's over, Mr. Xie is more and more daring to leave the boss to sleep when the boss is talking to him. How can the boss bear it? It has always been the boss who lost, lost, lost

Qiu Xing slowly regains the sight of death staring at Jieyang, opens Jieyang's backpack and forcibly picks up the things inside.

Qiu Xing turned out the music.

Qiu Xing stares at Xie Yang fiercely and sideways for a while, then suddenly pulls out the blanket in the car and throws his pocket head on Jieyang's face.

Qiu Xing looked down at the music.

Qiu Xing looked at him. His expression was not gloomy. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Xie Yang again. He stretched out his hand to pull down the blanket on Xie Yang's face. He looked at Xie Yang carefully for a long time. He laughed and hummed. He threw aside the blanket and looked at the music again.

Qiu Xing began to hum a song. He was so stumbling that he didn't seem to be familiar with the tune.

Qiu Xing's expression is bright with the naked eye.

…… A fart.

The driver pressed back the frightened heart and started the car without expression: I am too young.

Xie Yang wakes up to find that he is the only one left in the car. The window is half open and the bodyguard Wu Shui is outside. He looked at his blanket, opened the door and got out of the car. He asked, "what time is it? Where is this?"

Wu Shui turned to face him and said, "just after 12 o'clock, this is the underground parking lot of Rongding headquarters building. Mr. Xie, the boss asked you to wake up and follow me up."

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 at the top of the dazzle, but on the ninth floor, which means better. As mentioned in the original text, the floor of the office was set by Qiu Xing's mother.

Xie Yang takes the exclusive elevator with Wu Shui. After the elevator door is opened, the living room of Qiu Xing's super luxury office is directly outside, which is quite convenient.

They arrived at a very opportune time. The driver had just delivered Qiu Xing's lunch and was putting the meal on the table. Qiu Xing sat at the table with a bored face and wrote all over his body.

Xie Yang smelled the smell of food, and his sight immediately stuck in the past.

Qiu Xing raised his eyes when he heard the voice of the elevator. He noticed the sight of Jieyang and asked, "do you want to eat?"

Xie Yang nodded honestly, took off his backpack and sat down: "well, I'm hungry."

Qiu Xing laughed badly: "if you ask me, I will give you to eat."

“……”

Xie Yang took out his mobile phone and began to search for takeout. While searching, he read out: "chicken soup pot, crab meat pot, spicy pot, grilled fish on iron plate, spicy bullfrog pot Even hotpot? Rongding has a good geographical location. There are many kinds of takeout around. Let me see which dish has the highest evaluation... "

Qiu Xing couldn't bear it. He called the driver with a black face: "Zhou Miao, add rice to Mr. Xie."

Xie Yang puts down his mobile phone with satisfaction.

Driver Zhou Miao silently takes out the double tableware and double staple food in the food box and puts them in front of Qiu Xing and Xie Yang respectively.

Soon the only sound left in the room was the collision of dishes and chopsticks. Xie Yang's eating style is quiet. He doesn't pick dishes, he doesn't puff his mouth, he doesn't leak his food, he doesn't paste all over his mouth. Even if he has to find out something wrong with his eating, it's that he eats a little fast. Although he looks very delicious and appetizing, he obviously doesn't digest well.

Qiu Xing's meal is only half over. Jieyang has already added a second bowl.

Qiu Xing asked, "Why are you in such a hurry? Did someone rob you? "

Jieyang chopsticks stopped and shook his head: "used to it."

Qiu Xing was not happy again: "how did Xie Xiu abuse you? I remember his little son was as fat as a pig. Did he rob your food?"

Xie Yang nodded without any burden: "yes."

Qiu Xing rubbed his chopsticks and painfully moved the only seasoning key dish on the table to Jieyang by a millimeter. He ordered, "eat it all, don't waste it. My mother likes fatter ones."

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

Xie Yang guessed that he should take himself back to meet his mother when he was preparing for dinner. He consciously found a quiet corner to stay. He took out two mobile phones, one old and one new, and put the number still available on the old mobile phone into the new one.Half of the time, a text message came in.

Tongjian: Jieyang, sorry, you quit the regiment. I will send blog to say I have pushed you away.

The mouse was planning to catch, and the mouse was sent to the door.

Jieyang picks up his mobile phone and returns: "is there any time tomorrow, come out and talk about it.". If you can, call on Coran.