My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Qiu Xing went to the office and stayed there for an hour before coming out again.

"It's okay." He looked calm and didn't seem to care that the first Valentine's Day was so missed. He also gave a solution. "We can spend Valentine's Day in advance, or postpone the day."

Xie Yang nodded and pressed down his smile, saying: "Okay, listen to you."

"Well, then arrange it like this." Qiu Xing turned sideways, looking like he had to turn back to the office. He suddenly came back halfway to the side, and said to Xie Yang again, "So arrange it."

Xie Yang was very obedient and obedient: "Well, I have no problem with this arrangement."

"..." Qiu Xing asked again, "Aren't you unhappy?"

"Of course not." Xie Yang's tone was slightly guilty. "After all, it's because I want to work that we can't make our first Valentine's Day well. It's you who is unhappy. We can't eat candlelight dinner, can't I can’t have a little surprise at night during the appointment... These losses are all because of me, it’s my fault, sorry."

Qiu Xing heard his face turned green, but he still insisted on being generous, even comforting: "Don't blame you. These...we can all do it in advance."

"Well, you can do it in advance. Although you should be preparing for surgery or have already had surgery during that time, you may not have time to get these with me in advance."

"..."

Xie Yang is empathetic: "It doesn't matter, we can move ahead a little bit. Christmas is also a good day, why not treat Christmas as Valentine's Day?"

Qiu Xing paused, his eyebrows loosened.

Xie Yang smiled: "At that time, you should not have been hospitalized. We can celebrate it before moving to the hospital. Can we?"

"Of course." Qiu Xing responded immediately. After answering, he felt that his tone was too eager, and he quickly patched it. "Since you requested it, so be it."

Xie Yang nodded again, then glanced at the office door behind Qiu Xing: "Are you busy?"

"...Almost." Qiu Xing turned sideways again.

Xie Yang thoughtfully asked: "Call me if you need help."

Qiu Xing suddenly stopped, looked back at Xie Yang, then turned and strode in front of Xie Yang, bent over to hold Xie Yang and kissed him, and then he really entered the office.

After making sure that Qiu Xing would not come out, Xie Yang Po Gong smiled, turned over the phone calendar, made a small reminder note at Christmas, and then moved his attention to the day after Christmas.

December 26, Qiu Xing's birthday. According to information provided by Liu Sha, Qiu Xing has not had a birthday for at least seven years. For Qiu Xing in the past, the birthday is equivalent to the existence of a lifeline.

Xie Yang’s birthday last year, Xie Yang did not have the concept of birthday in his mind. This year, Xie Yang hopes that Qiu Xing's birthday is different.

...

On the weekend, Feng Qinglin, who had been missing since the death of Qiu Mother, suddenly found Dingsheng Garden.

Xie Yang will have lost a large circle, and his hair has grown a lot, and Feng Qinglin, who hasn't shaved his beard, puts it in the door. He looks up and down and looks at Feng Qinglin's appearance. He asked, "Did you go mining?"

"Almost." Feng Qinglin looked at the mess, but his eyes were abnormally bright, and he looked depressed, excited, and asked, "Uncle?"

Xie Yang replied: "Taking a nap."

"……what?"

"Your uncle won't get up until two o'clock. Come on first. Have you eaten lunch?"

The excitement in Feng Qinglin's eyes diminished a little, his brows frowned, and he glanced inside the room, and asked with a little worry: "How did Uncle suddenly take a nap, did he... is he in bad health?" I said on the Internet that my uncle is not in good health. I called back. You comforted me and said that it was okay. Was it actually a lie—"

Xie Yang took out a pair of new slippers and threw them into Feng Qinglin's arms, lifting his eyelids: "It's okay to curse your uncle, otherwise I will shave your head and let you go with him."

"..." Feng Qinglin shut up and changed the slippers into the door.

Xie Yang walked in with Feng Qinglin and asked again: "Have you eaten lunch?"

"have eaten."

"Go sit on the sofa and wait for me." Xie Yang finished going upstairs, took out a set of household clothes and a set of toiletries, and placed it in front of Feng Qinglin and pointed to the guest room on the first floor. "The clothes are Your uncle, wear a living dress. You can wash it over there. How dare you come to see your uncle like this, are you afraid of being scolded?"

Feng Qinglin looked at the clothes in front of him, and then Xie Yang, who was pouring over a glass of water. His mouth opened, but he didn't speak.

"Drink water. Take a shower after drinking." Xie Yang straightened up, glanced at Feng Qinglin's left-behind child and suddenly got a stupid expression like parental care, raised his eyebrows, "Moved?"

Feng Qinglin looked back and shook his head: "No." After he finished, he took the glass and drank it in one gulp.

He picked up his clothes and walked up to the room. When he reached the door of the room, he stopped suddenly. He looked back at Xie Yang who had sat on the sofa and took out his mobile phone to start playing. He said, "Thank you, uncle." , And disappeared behind the door of the guest room.

"..." Xie Yang put down his phone.

Worthy of being uncle and nephew, this awkward place is exactly the same.

...

Qiu Xing didn't see Xie Yang on the second floor after he woke up, frowned, and went downstairs to find a circle, but he still couldn't find it. He was about to take out his mobile phone to call Xie Yang. Yu Guang noticed a shadow on the floor-to-ceiling glass window in the living room. Shake it, have a meal, put down the phone and look for it.

On the wooden promenade on the side of the house, Xie Yang leaned against the railing and directed Feng Qinglin, who was wearing a home uniform and a thick coat, to feed the fish.

Xie Yang is like a landlord who enslaves long-term workers. He points his fingers to this side and the other side with his empty fingers. , Feed them, don’t you think you can see people thinking?"

Feng Qinglin honestly lost fish feed and replied: "No unhappy."

The landlord Xie was very satisfied, and began to throw red dates: "After feeding, have afternoon tea, do you like sweet or salty?"

"Xiankou."

"Master Liao's dim sum is sweet today."

"...I eat it sweet."

The landlord Xie was very pleased and got up and said, "Here we are done feeding, go to the backyard." After he finished speaking, he seemed to have noticed this and suddenly looked over.

Qiu Xing returned to his mind. After striding over, he shook Xie Yang's hand, then looked at Feng Qinglin and asked, "When did you come?"

Feng Qinglin noticed Qiu Xing's movements and pretended to be blind. Then he carefully looked at Qiu Xing and saw that he had a good complexion and spirit. He dropped his worries and replied, "Here comes sooner."

"Have you eaten lunch?"

Same as the question that Xie Yang asked before.

Feng Qinglin suddenly smiled and nodded: "Eat."

"What a smirk." Qiu Xing frowned and stepped forward to take away the fish feed from Feng Qinglin's hand--

Xie Yang lowered his cough.

Qiu Xingluo took only half of the fish feed from Feng Qinglin. Zhao Feng Qinglin said: "Go to the backyard and go feed the fish first."

Xie Yang said in a timely manner: "Then you go to feed and I will go back to the house to see how Master Liao's dim sum is doing." After that, he leaned in and kissed Qiu Xing naturally, and turned back to the house.

Qiu Xing: "..."

Feng Qinglin: "..."

The uncle and the two squinted.

"...Cough." Qiu Xing pretended to be calm, and motioned to the backyard. "Come on, feed the fish. You... Your uncle is young and relatively exposed, it's nothing."

Feng Qinglin: "..." He didn't say anything.

After Xie Yang entered the house, he touched the back door, stood at the door, looked at the yard, and stood by the lake side by side while chatting and feeding the fish. Uncle and nephew took out their phones and took a picture.

A few minutes later, Qiu Xing returned to the house with Feng Qinglin. The three of them sat in the living room and chatted while having afternoon tea.

Feng Qinglin said: "I grabbed a pillar project of the Feng family abroad, and the wind shock was so bad that I should come back to Feng Chuang for help."

"Good job."

Feng Qinglin received a compliment and smiled briefly, then continued: "Then I contacted Feng Dian and showed him Lin Mu, a new company I founded, and told him that if he wants, I can help him get him back. Wanted. He got hooked and is very close to me now."

Qiu Xing sneered and asked, "Don't let him participate too deeply, his hands and feet are not clean."

"I know."

After that, the two exchanged some information about Fengjia's current situation. Xie Yang listened for a while, and roughly understood that the uncle and nephew had already scraped a few layers of Fengjia's meat during this time. Now Fengjia's assets have shrunk, and several major projects have been broken. .

However, judging from the calculations of the uncle and nephew, the current stability of the Feng family is only temporary. Feng Zhen's business in foreign countries was damaged this time, which will lead to the relocation of Fengjia's business to the country, and the business of Fengjia's domestic business will soon have a windmill to stir up trouble.

Internal and external problems, the Feng family should soon be in chaos again.

This section is roughly the same as the plot in the original book. The Feng family first finished business abroad, and then followed by the domestic. If you follow the original plot, Feng Qinglin will soon help Feng Dian to seize the position of Feng Chuang, and then Feng Qinglin will pull down the Feng Dian and replace it with Feng Hua in his hands.

At this point, the male master's career line has basically been completed. After mastering Fenghua, Feng Qinglin will use the power accumulated in the secret to give Fenghua a big tidy and thoroughly hold Fenghua in his hands. Soon after, Qiu Xing died of illness and Rong Ding was in chaos. Feng Qinglin inherited Rong Ding as Qiu Xing's nephew. After that, the original owner died in a car accident.

Xie Yang looked back, looked at the other side, holding a drinking glass and listening carefully, and an uncle and niece who suppressed the excited and quick talk, and drank the milk tea that had become warm.

It's different. Qiu Xing will never die of illness, and the car accident that caused the death of the original owner... Xie Yang frowned, scooped up a pearl with a spoon, and slowly crushed it.

He sensed the dark energy clusters still blocked in the core of the power and swallowed the pearl.

Car accidents must never be allowed to happen.

...

This night, Xie Yang used his power to "move" Qiu Xing's tumor and didn't go to sleep immediately, but carefully picked the smallest dark energy group to "gnaw" in the past.

The head began to dizzy, Xie Yang relaxed his body, and moved closer to Qiu Xing's arms.

Numerous pictures flashed in front of my eyes, as if I had a broken dream.

The next day Xie Yang woke up with a headache, frowning and sorting out what he had "dreamed" last night. Unfortunately, he found no useful gains. It was almost empty yesterday because he "moved" the tumor by Qiu Xing The core is now refilled.

He looked at Qiu Xing, who was still asleep next to him, and he closed his eyes again, embraced Qiu Xing's waist, and once again started the "moving" tumor cause.

...

In late November, the day after Rong Ding's deputy selection officially ended, Kirkman returned to China with a new treatment plan. He immediately asked Qiu Xing to do a physical examination. A few hours later, the results of the inspection were released, and Kirkman stared at Qiu Xing's body data, his eyes widened.

Qiu Xing frowned, asking, "Is the situation bad?"

"No, no, no." Kirkman returned to his mind, and carefully looked at Qiu Xing's checklist. After turning over, he suddenly threw the newly prepared treatment plan into the trash can and said to Qiu Xing, "Qiu , I suggest you to be hospitalized as soon as possible, you are too well rested, the second treatment can be started at any time. I will contact the surgical team established for you so that they can be put in place as soon as possible. Oh, their itinerary has to be adjusted Urge the visa, things that are busy suddenly increase. Qiu, you are a miracle, really a miracle."

Kirkman had already picked up his phone and started calling out, talking to Qiu Xing. It can be seen that he is very happy and excited.

Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing and lowered his voice and asked, "So do we have to advance Valentine's Day again?"