Chapter 44: Successful male X provoked female (13)

"How long can I live?"
In the hospital office, the doctor was sitting on a chair, looking down at the list, thinking about what to say. Leng Buding heard such a sentence and looked up. Qiu Xiejie was expressionless, and there was no panic between his eyebrows.
It seems that it is not about life and death.
The doctor supported the eyes of the brace on the bridge of the nose and thoughtfully said, "This kind of condition, if surgery, some people recover very well, it depends on the physical fitness, so please ..."
Qiu Xiejie moved his arms, put his arms on the table, and looked up: "How long can I live?"
His eyes were sharp, but his eyes were so calm that he couldn't help but convince.
The doctor pursed his lips: "If the treatment works well, you can ..."
Qiu Xiejie interrupted: "How long?"
"One year."
After leaving the hospital door, the cold wind rushed towards him. Qiu Xiejie was wearing a coat. When he arrived, he was upset and took a piece of clothing. Cen Simiao is still curious, but she didn't wear a suit today.
He clasped his hands and paused.
Whoever says time is not important and has been around for a long time, even small anomalies can be detected.
Just two steps away, suddenly a person came up next to me, anxiously: "Boss, how's the result?"
Qiu Xiejie stretched his face and turned his head to glance. Meng Yue followed him in a panic. He tightened his collar tightly, and was not so cold: "It has nothing to do with you, what are you doing here?"
Meng Yue didn't care about his indifference, but just eagerly asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
He stood still, the impatience between his eyebrows showing, glancing at her: "Yes, I will die tomorrow."
After talking, she ignored her and went in the direction of parking.
Meng Yue stood, and after a while, the whole man was obviously relieved, his face appeared relaxed, and Qiu Xiejie walked away, raised his feet to prepare to follow, and paused again.
Looking back at the hospital, he went into the doctor.
Qiu Xiejie opened the door of the car and sat in. He leaned back and felt his eyebrows tightened, and reached out and rubbed his hands. Suddenly I heard the phone ring and glanced at it.
Line connected.
"What would you like to eat at noon? I'm shopping in the supermarket and I'll go back and make it for you." The speech was full of excitement.
Qiu Jiejie wondered: "Will you cook?"
Cen Simiao pushed the shopping cart and picked something as she walked, holding the phone in one hand and bending her lips: "No."
Not guilty at all.
Qiu Xiejie unconsciously opened his eyebrows, stared forward, yawned, and tightened his jaw slightly: "Okay, look at what you buy, what is delicious."
Cen Simao hadn't waited for a reply, but he seemed to have thought something, and his expression changed: "Say it a little bit first, if you recruit those who transfer around the money to your house, I kill you."
The tone of this sentence was particularly harsh, Cen Simiao almost didn't hold the phone.
Last night she was watching Qiu Xiejie lying on the bed, and she wanted to tease him like an uncle. Where did you find out later, Qiu Xiejie's face was gloomy and his mood was particularly low.
She was a little nervous and didn't know what was going on.
Seeing this morning, he didn't relax before going out, so he couldn't help but soften.
The phone was hung up, and she took it back with a sigh. Push the shopping cart forward. Suddenly stopped and asked the system in doubt.
"Qiu Xiejie's abnormality, can you find out?"
The system is tinkering with an app that's popular among them, which is especially fun. Hearing Cen Simiao, he said impatiently, "Why is he like this, do you not have any idea in your heart?"
Cen Smiao squinted her eyes, just because of the count, she felt wrong.
According to normal circumstances, Qiu Xiejie should have sprinkled Huan'er's toss, especially since she has a soft intention, and she has to make a difference. Where is it now, just like the eggplant.
The system mumbled a bit of trouble, and then checked: "Nothing happened."
She frowned. "OK?"
The system subconsciously nodded the gif: "However, I can only find out things that affect the task. If he has other troubles, he can't find it."
Cen Simiao was worried again: "For example?"
System: "Split."
Oh, nonsense.
The favorability is almost full, telling her Qiu Xiejie's cheating is simply a joke.
Cen Simao didn't think about it anymore, she settled down to cook, and her phone was on the side, and she glanced at it from time to time. The materials were ready, and she was in trouble when she was ready to pour the oil.
The right amount of oil.
Look again, a little salt, a few onions, and garlic.
After the meal was done, Qiu Xiejie happened to be back, washed his hands first, and saw Cen Simiao sitting behind the dining table. He walked over and saw a table of dishes.
Snorted: "When did the family have dogs?"
Cen Simiao stared.
He raised an eyebrow and pushed the dish forward to her: "Come, you eat."
Cen Simiao dropped her eyelids, wasn't it just the dishes? Even though the sales were not good, no matter how bad it was, it was not poisonous. Pick up the chopsticks, take a bite, and chew in your mouth.
Qiu Xiejie had got up and poured water from the cup, turned around and turned back, Cen Simiao's expression was beyond words, and she gave her water. I took a few sips.
He stood and leaned over, "Is it delicious?"
Cen Simiao raised her eyes, Qiu Xiejie's lips smiled, her eyes were full of jokes.
Grit your teeth: "You'll know if you taste."
He nodded, and then turned to leave, being dragged by Cen Simiao: "Where are you going?"
Qiu Xiejie pursed his lips: "I am so spoiled. I ca n’t eat anything unpleasant. I'll find a pet dog and it must be delicious."
Cen Smiao rubbed her forehead, and no face forced him to eat, ready to pack the plate and walk to the side. Qiu Xiejie instead sat down, picked up chopsticks, and took a big mouthful and put it in his mouth.
She didn't calm down: "What are you doing?"
He looked up: "You won't see it yourself?"
Cen Simiao sat back and saw him eating with interest: "Is it delicious?"
"Wang."
Cen Simiao is more and more enthusiastic about cooking. The stall in the kitchen was full of furnishings, and it has never been used a few times. She was so frustrated that there was some fireworks in the room.
Qiu Xiejie didn't stop her, and every time she made a meal, she did.
Cen Simiao also accompany, both of them frown, especially tangled. Qiu Jiejie heard the sound of water in the kitchen and knew that she was washing vegetables again. Just after breakfast, she started tossing at noon again.
He put on leather shoes, took off again, went to the kitchen, saw Cen Simiao's back, and unconsciously raised his lips. She looked serious, washing round tomatoes with slender fingertips.
The sunlight outside was just right, shining through her glass window, making Qiu Xiejie feel warm.
His throat moved, loosened his tie, and said softly, "I'm out."
The sound of water drowned his words, Qiu Xiejie repeated with patience, Cen Simiao heard the movement and turned back, but did not hear clearly: "What?"
He bent his eyes: "Wait at home and wait for me to come back."
The mood was particularly good. With the car key to go out, halfway through the road, Meng Yue called one after another.
Qiu Jietong hung up and missed.
She was standing there waiting at the door of the office.
Could not help frowning, pushed open the door and went in. Meng Yue followed closely. She lowered her voice, but couldn't hide her anxiety, and even shivered: "Why do you hide from me, why not get hospitalized for such a serious illness!"
Qiu Xiejie sat on the chair and looked at her with a smile: "What's your matter."
Meng Wei clenched her lips, calmed herself, and held her palms: "Yes, it's none of my business. Then she, aren't you afraid you'll never see her again?"
Pick up the papers on the desk at random, and glance at it. Hearing again: "Also with President Qi and Ji Wen, although we have won now, but the follow-up matters have not been finalized yet, you plan to ignore everything?"
Qiu Xiejie put the document down, looked up, and was soberly terrible: "I lived shortly, and what I am doing now is to solve the company's affairs. After I jump out of it, you will develop it."
"You have to leave money for her."
Suddenly, Meng Zheng's eyes circled red, and he pursed his lips: "You are a good helper, but you shouldn't tell her about Qi Qi at first, and work with peace of mind in the future. Don't think about it."
"I'm not interested in you."
With that said, Meng Yue was trembling and looked up at him. Qiu Xiejie looked indifferent, but saw no trace of sadness. Her mind was hot: "What's her good, when you leave, she's not with others yet."
He frowned, sneer: "What do you want, let her keep filial piety for me for three years?"
After several days in a row, the days were particularly dull. Cen Simiao stayed at home, occasionally going out and turning around. Qiu Xiejie called her more and more frequently, never forgetting to ask where.
Once when he was out ten minutes, he called on the phone, and Cen Simiao felt funny: "Oh, I'm full of handsome guys around, guess where am I?"
There is no movement over there.
She frowned, and just wanted to talk, and the phone hung up. Looking at the bowls and chopsticks in the sink, he continued to squeeze and wash.
The sound of water rang, and after a while, as soon as I dried my hands, I heard the phone ring.
Qiu Xiejie.
"what happened?"
His voice was dull: "You lie to me."
Cen Simiao paused and understood the meaning. She thought that the call had been hung up because there was an urgent matter there, and she couldn't even talk. Why would you think, "What do you say, lost your head?"
Qiu Qijie: "Where are you then?"
She was angry.
Cen Simiao was so kind-hearted and irritable before calling, that Qiu Jiejie touched the nail this time, returned home to her, and coaxed for a while, the two became tired again.
Qiu Xiejie held her in his arms and rubbed his eyes on the delicate collarbone.
Cen Simiao inadvertently looked up, startled by the possessiveness in his eyes, Qiu Xiejie's eyes changed, with a smile, especially unruly.
She always feels wrong.
A few days later, Qiu Xiejie's phone number dropped a lot, and Cen Simiao also felt that it was not interesting at home and went out shopping. Within five minutes of going out, the phone rang.
"Where?"
Cen Simiao rubbed her brows.
This is the case several times in the future. When at home, there is almost no phone, occasionally one or two, and she will not be asked where she is. Cen Simao was suspicious, and she happened to go out, and Qiu Xiejie called again.
She paused. "At home."
Qiu Xiejie stared at the computer screen. There was no one in the house. Just now he watched Cen Simiao open the door and went out. I couldn't help getting irritable: "Where is it!"
Cen Simiao sighed, telling the truth.
She didn't compete with Qiu Xiejie again, but he stopped going to the company and stayed at home. Cen Simiao wondered if all the things in the company were resolved.
Qiu Xiejie yawned and nodded.
I will not mention it immediately.
The two have been sitting on the sofa playing mobile phones and watching TV. Qiu Xiejie watched Cen Simiao playing the game, was particularly anxious, and kept directing next to him.
Qiu Xiejie was aggrieved with her face covered.
In the end, I still lost. Cen Smiao sullenly tossed her phone aside and tuned in to a TV station to watch a TV show.
Special dog blood.
The man was dying, and charged his beloved to leave him, and then to find someone to take care of her again. Cen Simiao looked for a while, felt thirsty, and patted Qiu Xiejie without moving.
Looking up, he was fascinated.
Even though her eyes weren't quite right, and she was cold, Cen Smiao pursed her lips and shouted, Qiu Xiejie turned her head, and the fierceness in her eyes had not receded, and she breathed.
"what happened?"
He glanced at the TV with a weird tone: "Why do you say that if you die, your loved one must be with someone else."
Cen Simiao paused, feeling that he was abnormal: "What are you really doing with the TV series. Besides, you are dead, but others are still alive, and you must be happy for your beloved."
Qiu Xiejie stared at her, her eyes were hard to figure out, a smile drew near her mouth, and she approached Cen Simiao: "Yes, I thought so too."
Raising her hand and stroking her cheek, she gradually slid down, spinning around the collarbone: "But now it's changed."
Holding her neck violently, her eyebrows possessed a strong possessiveness: "I wish you would accompany me to death."
Cen Simiao was out of breath, feeling uncomfortable, and the strength on her neck suddenly disappeared.
She took a big breath and flushed.
Qiu Xiejie lowered his eyelashes, reached out to touch her, and he was beaten back, and he seemed to be frowning his hair.
"You look too seriously."