MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Jiang Wenxu is still very restrained, and he did it once. He reached out and touched the soft hair of He Zhishu and whispered: "I am holding you to take a shower."

He Zhishu shook his head and tied himself to the pajamas button.

"Don't be afraid of stomach pain tomorrow?"

He knows tired and sleepy, finds a comfortable position to pass Jiang Wenxu and swears: "I used to get used to it." At first, I couldn't stand it, but if no one is spoiled, it will be thick if it has been broken for a long time.

Jiang Wenxu came over from the back of He Zhishu: "Then you sleep, let me hug."

This is a very rare one. He knows that he is sleeping faster than Jiang Wenxu. A small group of thin and sturdy squatting on his chest, the hair is itch on his chest, and his heart is warm.

Jiang Wenxu started early in the morning and whispered busy. When he came back a lot, He Zhishu didn't wake up. He took the bed and carefully read He Zhishu.

It was a lot thinner, the lower jaw was sharper, and the lips were pale and bloody. If a person is at home, he will be able to do it right away. He will be accompanied by forbearance, and all the sufferings will be suffered. All the grievances will be swallowed silently, and the body will naturally become fat.

He Zhishu blinked and saw the man around him staring at him carefully. Jiang Wenxu must still be busy today, with a set of high-profile suits, wide shoulders and long legs, and the handsome face of the face of the beast.

Jiang Wenxu looked at He Zhishu apparently still not awake and stupid, and his heart could not do it. He said: "When you wake up, you will get up and take a shower. I will give you breakfast."

He knows that he sat down and yawned, and he finally got a good night's sleep, and his spirit was not bad.

Jiang Wenxu laughed, and the big hand pressed the chaos of He Zhishu’s head down. When I took back my hand, I looked at my watch and reacted: "Knowing the book, I will go to sign a list and I will not be able to accompany you."

"The contract is signed, and I will give you a big red envelope tomorrow." Jiang Wenxu turned out of the bedroom and suddenly remembered something. He turned back and asked: "What do you want to eat at night? I will come back to cook soon, let's have dinner together."

He knows that his lips are very reluctant to smile, and said: "Jiang Ge, come over."

Jiang Wenxu can see that the smile of the He Zhishu hides other emotions. It seems to be a sad grief. It seems to be the tragic strength of the strong man who wants to make the final decision. He couldn’t think of the exact description for a moment, just walked over.

He Zhishu hugged Jiang Wenxu, hugged for half a minute, then leaned back and bite Jiang Wenxu's chin. "Get back early in the evening."

Jiang Wenxu’s heart is chaotic: “Is it not good to go to the brother? The days let the secretary discuss the change.”

He Zhishu pretend to be awkward and push him: "Okay, let's go, how are you still emotional? Who doesn't know you are a workaholic?"

The uneasiness in Jiang Wenxu’s heart is still vague, but the customer’s temper is eccentric, and maybe this single business will not be changed today. After thinking about it, He Zhishu is at home, and there is no accident that can cause **** disasters.

He is still gone.

He Zhishu did not return to God until he heard a muffled door. He climbed down from the bed and climbed the door. When the door was opened, the elevator door was closed.

He knows that he rushes into the living room and sees the man who walked through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Still back, Jiang Wenxu has always been a back to He Zhishu.

He knows that the whole person is stuck on the window. He said, Jiang Wenxu, you look back, let me see your face again.

Jiang Wenxu never looked back. He Zhishu’s last tears burst into tears.

The last time I was sad, I cried and retched.

He knows to take a shower and washes himself from the inside out. Changed neat clothes.

One of his favorite coats was bought by Jiang Wenxu seven years ago, camel, especially thick. In the winter of that year, the man asked the secretary how to love someone, so he planned to take a movie with him. Just went out to the snow, He Zhishu said that the most romantic thing in the snow should be to find a leeward open space to watch the snow and drink beer.

The waves are not romantic, there is no impression, just remember cold. Just a clothing store is not closed, they are cheaper.

The snow that day was very good, and Jiang Wenxu wrapped his coat in the coat with his coat. Jiang Wenxu’s eyes were brighter than ever, while drinking beer, and even abandoning this is the most ugly piece of clothing he bought for He Zhishu.

He Zhishu put the scarves on the strict, ID card and bank card in the pocket of the coat, there are more than 500 change.

He made a big meal for the kitten, and he was very reluctant: "Sorry... there is no way to take you away..." He was afraid that Jiang Wenxu would not be able to endure these little animals after he left, but there was really no way.

I never felt that walking was such a relaxing thing. Nothing is left with nothing, the book is not, the cat is not, the ring is not, not even the medicine.

When I got to the train station, He Zhishu opened the mobile phone. When I opened it, there were a lot of news, and there were very few calls, most of which were text messages. A text message sent by Ai Ziyu.

"I am sorry, but my heart is true to you."

"I know you have an object, but I can be better than him."

"... Don't be angry, come back to me even a text message, okay?"

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...

"Knowledge, you can ignore me, but you must come to the hospital to cure!"

"The chemotherapy, why not come? You don't want to make fun of it because I am!"

"...you...you don't come again...I am going to your house to find you!"

"Knowing, I beg you...you will cure the disease, I will not see you again after the big deal..."

After reading the text message, He knows what it is. Hesitated for a moment or called the doctor.

Someone will pick up soon, as if you have been waiting for this call.

"Know the book?!"

"Doctor Ai, I am sorry, I have been in trouble for you for a long time... I am sick, I am not cured."

Ai Ziyu was quiet and there was a sudden cry: "I don't want it!"

He knows that he is helpless: "Why? I will not live for a long time."

"I am going to your house to find you." Ai Ziyu's tone eased, but there is no doubt.

He knows a smile: "I am gone, doctor, you take care."

He knows that the phone is turned off, and I watched the train ticket at one o'clock in the afternoon and closed my eyes. So be it.