Chapter 1888: Belongs to his life

Pensive Yin stood at the door of Paramount.
Her luxurious and exquisite clothes did not match the poor fragrance of the powder here. So that people passing by are subconsciously avoiding.
The hand holding the gift box bag tightened and tightened again, and finally stood in front of Chu Qingwan.
The person who stood on the stage waiting for her reward, now stands in front of her ...
"Ma'am, I like this gift very much. Please say thank you to the young marshal on behalf of me, and thank him for your love." Chu Qingwan's complexion was soft and her smile was gentle, but she looked at Shen Siyin with A touch of sympathy and compassion.
In her eyes, Shen Siyin just wanted to escape, but ...
"You ... Still have something?" Chu Qingwan asked. wavv
The decent and elegant smile on the face was cracked every inch, and the words of Si Yin were embarrassed and rushed up from the bottom of my heart ...
She had a very low voice: "I ... girl Chu, you ... can you teach me, teach me opera?"
"Singing?" Chu Qingwan was surprised.
"Yes," Shen Siyin gritted her teeth. "Zong Han said he wanted to listen to me, so I wanted to learn from you ..."
Chu Qingwan's face was more surprised.
Her face was charming and charming, especially under the light, her eyes were flowing and she was full of charm. But with surprise, mercy,
ridicule……
Pensive Yin shook her finger slightly.
A small face was pale, his fingertips were cold, and even the body wrapped in fur quickly cooled down.
"Okay, Madam, I'll teach it. What does Madam want to learn?"
...
Night, long.
Shen Siyin and Chu Qingwan practiced on the quiet, unmanned platform, walking, speaking, and under the lights.
The voice came from the open, long and quiet ...
My throat was dumb, and a lot of cold sweat came out of her body, and her small face became paler and paler, like paper ...
"Thinking about the past, I still hate it ... When I went there, the flower was like a brocade ... Toow willow today ..."
"Uh-"
With a loud sound,
Chu Qingwan looked back, and when she looked back, she saw a pondering Yin falling on the table.
"Madam!" She was startled.
Shen Siyin's body curled up on the table, bowed into shrimp, and her thin body couldn't help trembling. "Madam, what's wrong with you?" Chu Qingwan wanted to reach out and support her, but Shen Siyin waved her hands.
"It's all right."
This pain, forbearance, passed.
The pain of bone erosion, the sweat on his forehead, Chu Qingwan looked startled, trying to shout, but was dragged by her: "No, no need to call others, I'm old ..."
I don't know how long it took, but Shen Siyin's body finally stopped shaking, and her face was slightly better.
"Mrs. Is this ... gastric cancer?" Chu Qingwan said suddenly.
Shen Siyin raised her eyes.
Chu Qingwan also said, "My sister, she also left with gastric cancer ..."
Contemplative lips and teeth are bitter, and the chance of cure for gastric cancer is almost zero ... she nodded. Chu Qingwan set about supporting her, and her complexities revealed: "Young Master ... Do you know?"
"I don't know," Shen Siyin laughed.
Chu Qingwan pursed her lips, wondering what she wanted to say for a while. Yesterday, Xiao Shaoshuai's disgust and dislike for Shen Siyin naturally looked in her eyes. If he knew Shen Siyin's body ... would he still treat her like this?
Maybe, maybe not ...
After all, Pensive Yin has done a lot of evil ...
Divinely, she heard Shen Siyin's words again: "I asked the girl Chu to help me conceal it. I don't want him to know."
"..."
"Girl Chu ... Thank you."
Facing such a pair of pleading eyes, Chu Qingwan finally nodded.
"Let's continue, Girl Chu." Shen Siyin stood up. She still remembers Xiao Zonghan's request ... Under such a physical condition, she still has to learn to sing herself ... Chu Qingwan's tone stagnates: "Why do you do this ..."
How painful it is for people with advanced gastric cancer, Chu Qingwan has seen it with her own eyes. It was because she had seen it that she did not understand why Shen Siyin insisted!
Tell Xiao Zonghan, isn't it?
"he likes."
One sentence, three words.
He likes it, just because of such a ridiculous and sad reason, Shen Siyin supported her ill body, and learned to sing and play with her in such places on a cold winter night.
Chu Qingwan's eyelashes moved slightly, and she could see that Shen Siyin was running out of time.
This woman ...
Holding Shen Siyin's hand tightly, Chu Qingwan sighed slightly: "No need, Madam sings, it is good enough." 2k novel reading network