Chapter 123: Poor wife (7)

Feng Jinhua ate so many spicy dishes in the afternoon, and then drank a lot of wine. He Qing, who had been carefully conditioned for five years, still could not resist his stomach. The pain in his heart seemed to be born from the bone marrow, and the man covered the pain. Stomach, fell on the cold floor, eyes gradually red.
There was no light in the living room, the door was closed, Feng Jinhua fell to the ground, the whole world seemed to be left alone, silent and silent.
He knew that he should get up to take medicine at the moment, but his body seemed to be uncontrollable. He lay so stiffly in the distance, and the floor under him was absorbing a little bit of heat from the man. Soon, Feng Jinhua's body temperature dropped Down.
I don't know how long I lie down. When his head starts to faint, it seems to see a familiar gentle figure approaching, accompanied by a worried caring voice.
"Jinhua, why did you drink so much wine, does your stomach hurt?"
"The doctor said that you can't drink this way anymore. Now that the company's scale is very large, you don't have to fight like this. Hurry up and drink the hangover soup, or your stomach will definitely hurt."
The dim yellow warm light seemed to light up. Feng Jinhua was lying on the floor, seeing the impatient self taking the sobering soup, frowning and drinking it. In front of the gentle man who cared about himself, he said unkindly. With, "You know what, this is all entertainment, everyone else drinks it, can't I drink it!"
The gentle man's face was stunned, and there was a bit of difficulty in his eyes. He restrained his expression, lowered his head, and said softly, "Hungry, I will serve you a meal."
With that said, he turned into the kitchen, his back full of loneliness.
No, you can't say that!
Feng Jinhua was lying on the floor, looking at the impatient self, shouting wildly in his heart.
Why do you say that! Why make A Qing sad!
You clearly know that A Qing does not understand anything, they worked hard together for this company!
A Qingming knew that as long as he didn't want to drink, he didn't have to drink at all.
How sad he heard this sentence!
Feng Jinhua was like an outsider. He watched as he once left after eating, regardless of the retention of his lover. As the door slammed shut, the lights dimmed again.
The man's eyes fell to the ground in a trance, full of regret in his bloodshot eyes.
It turned out that he always treated A Qing like this?
A Qingya, have you always endured him like this?
The deliberately obscured memories in my mind emerged a little bit.
He blamed A Qing that he was no longer as energetic as before, but he forgot that he once dismissed him as too jumped.
He said he hated A Qing and always made him a sober soup, but he forgot that it was because of a stomach problem.
He disgusted that there were never any spicy dishes on the dinner table. He only felt that the lover who didn't make spicy dishes for himself was a grievance, but he completely forgot that A Qing, who once liked spicy dishes, was so spoiled.
But in the past five years, the table has always been a light cuisine. He Qingming can eat it himself, but he has endured to eat the light cuisine for five years.
He was angry because A Qing's weak body was not satisfied, but when the two were together, A Qing's body was still good, he could run and jump, and he really started to break his body because he said he wanted to start a company.
A Qing's body is for him to be alive and sick!
All this because of him...
Not only did he not cherish it, but he also dismissed him and blamed him, but he forgot that A Qing, who was a little spicy and a little off the back, was always happy, for whom he became what he is today.
In the dark, with the more and more painful stomach, Feng Jinhua was never sober, he smiled bitterly, and the tears wet the floor below him.
A Qing, I regret it now.
I know wrong...
Please come back, please...
In the increasingly severe pain, Feng Jinhua gradually lost consciousness, but before the coma, his hands were unable to reach out, and he grabbed a few times in the void, and then sagged heavily.
【Ding! Feng Jinhua's favor: 95, please try harder, please! 】
On the white bed, He Qing's face was almost white to almost transparent. He heard the sound of the system and he blinked, revealing a weak smile, as if thinking of something happy.
[He is very uncomfortable right now? 】
He Qing didn't mind if he didn't get a systematic answer. He could guess anyway.
How can a man who has been properly cared for be better by himself?
Yes, he has money, but the money can't buy real care. For example, the Chu Chen beside him is different from He Qing. In order to please Feng Jinhua, he will not resist all his demands.
Feng Jinhua will never stop what he wants to eat or drink. As to whether Feng Jinhua will feel uncomfortable after eating these and drinking these things, he will never pay attention.
At the end of the day, a few more tears were squeezed out to make a caring look, but no matter how many, it was gone.
For Feng Jinhua, who has enjoyed meticulous care for five years, it is like falling from the cloud to the ground. Now, do you regret it?
Why do you regret treating the lover who loves you wholeheartedly? Why do you regret not cherishing it, unfortunately, late.
In the original world, He Qing did not accept Le Yuan's help, but after discovering that his lover was derailed, the choice he still made was divorce.
Feng Jinhua failed to retain, his self-esteem was frustrated, he let go of cruel words, and once he divorced He Qing who was not in his own way, he would marry Chu Chen.
Chu Chen thought he got what he wanted, but after learning that half of the company's shares were in He Qing, he started to kill.
He Qing's death was miserable, and there was no dignity at all. After his death, Feng Jinhua discovered his love for his lover later, but what's the use?
Everyone is dead, no matter how sad he is, he can't live again.
The corners of his lips slightly lifted, and a small smile appeared on his pale face. He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
A few hours later, the door of the ward was gently pushed open. Fearing that He Qing would be noisy, Le Yuan lightly walked in and walked in carefully. After seeing the gentle man with his eyes closed and white on his bed, he was breathless. His eyes panicked almost immediately.
Almost shaking his hand, he fell between He Qing's breaths, and after feeling the weak but still breathing, the man was relieved and sat carefully by the bed.
Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the person on the bed, his eyes were full of sorrow. It was only a few days. A Qing lost so much weight and his face became worse and worse. He obviously found the best Doctor, but the result is still the same...
This was the second time he felt powerless. The first time he wanted to pursue A Qing when he was young, but was taken out of the country. Now, he has a lot of net worth and countless money, but he is sick of A Qing. There is no way to do it, only to watch the person you love slowly weaken.
Although Yue Yuan didn't make a sound, the gentle man who was sensitive and weak in the disease was still aware of his existence. He slowly opened his eyes, first lost in confusion for a moment, and then woke up.
"What time is it?" he asked.
Le Yuan carefully lifted him up and said softly, "It's only in the afternoon, is it still early, are you hungry?"
He Qing paled and shook his head, staring blankly at the sky outside, and suddenly asked him, "You said, Jin Hua missed me?"
Looking at He Qing, who was tortured by illness, thinking of the news he had just learned, the man's hands standing straight clenched slightly.
He knew how much A Qing loved the man. Although he was not worthy of love, Coke knew that if the news of Feng Jinhua's hospitalization was known by A Qing, he would definitely be distressed, maybe he would go back...
But how can he be left?
Feng Jinhua is not worthy of A Qing at all, he will only make A Qing more sad and more sad!
Le Yuan's expression on his face was natural, but his eyes had always been on the gentle man. The magnetic voice sounded low, "He is now preparing to marry Chu Chen."
He Qingwang fixed his gaze out of the window, and the whole portrait was frozen. After a while, before the man's worried eyes, he said with a few unheard voices, "Marry..."
There was no anger in Lewon's imagination, no sadness and collapse, and only calm.
He turned his head to look at the man and said weakly, "Legend, can you help me make an appointment with him?"
Le Yuan's bluish eyes darkened, "Do you still want to see him?"
"No..." He Qing shook his head in a trance, revealing a sad smile. "He must not want to see me now, I just want to divorce."
"He wanted to marry Chu Chen, he had to divorce me first, didn't he?"
The man's fist slowly loosened, his face seemingly natural but secretly tightened slightly relaxed, he answered, "I will help you make an appointment."
"A Qing, don't think too much. When the disease is cured, I will take you abroad."
"Don't you like traveling? We can walk around and see where we want to go, okay?"
Take a look around...
The gentle man smiled happily. He raised his eyes and looked at Leyuan. His gentle eyes were full of light smiles.
"it is good."
His life was not long, and it was time to take a look around...

After receiving the notice from Le Yuan, Feng Jinhua, despite the doctor's dissuasion, drove all the way back to his home with painful pains, and finally found what he wanted.
He held these things, like holding a baby, his face full of mad joy.
With them, A Qing will definitely return to him!
Most definitely!