Chapter 124: Poor wife (8)

He Qing met Feng Jinhua under Leyuan's arrangement.
As soon as he saw the person in front of him, the man's eyebrows were deeply wrinkled, and the joy in his eyes dropped a little, his tone worried, "A Qing, why are you so thin!"
Looking at Feng Jinhua's worried expression, the gentle man's eyes flickered for a moment, and suddenly a satisfied smile appeared.
"Jin Hua, you haven't cared about me like this for a long time."
Feng Jinhua's expression was stunned, and he immediately descended the donkey, took He Qing's hand, and calmed it down softly, "A Qing, I used to be too busy to ignore you. You must go back with me this time. good or not?"
When he touched his cold hands, the man's expression was more distressed. He carefully wrapped He Qing's hands in his hands, warming him like he used to be in school, but this action lasted only a second, and the coldness seemed to have been soaked The hands in the bone marrow have been pulled away.
He Qing withdrew his hand and looked at the man on the opposite side. The gentle eyes were full of sorrow. He shook his head and said softly, "It's too late, Jinhua."
Feng Jinhua's heart sank violently, his hand still stiffly holding the position he had just made, looks ridiculous, opened his mouth, and brewed many times before the man's obscure voice rang, "What do you mean... "
"You said it was too late because of Leyuan?" Can't accept such an answer, Feng Jinhua's stomach tingled faintly, but he didn't seem to feel it, his eyes still staring at the gentle man opposite him.
Shaking his lips, even his voice was shaking, "A Qing, you love me, right?"
"Why are you willing to leave me?"
How he knew his lover, shaking his hand, holding the cold hands that the gentle man wanted to escape, tightly clenched, painful in the bloodshot eyes.
Feng Jinhua's voice choked, "I went home yesterday, nobody was at home, my stomach hurts like someone was cutting my meat with a knife, I feel so bad, but I fell down and lay on the ground All night long, I struggled to get up and called an ambulance...
Feeling the hands trembling under his own hands, the man looked at He Qing with tears in his eyes, and said more and more pitiful, "In the hospital, my stomach hurts badly, I want to drink Yangwei soup, but you Not..."
He Qing's emaciated body was shaking all over. He lowered his head to prevent his tears from being exposed, but Feng Jinhua felt very clear.
He grabbed the gentle man's hand and pressed it against his stomach, obscurely, "A Qing, come back, please..."
His stomach was kept by him for five years. He Qing's hand was trembling. He lowered his head, tears dropped on the ground, and he bit his teeth to prevent him from crying.
Feng Jinhua did understand him. He clearly understood how He Qing loved him. Feng Jinhua was injured. The person who hurt most was not himself, but He Qing.
Now, I heard the lover telling about the pain, and looking at his pale lips, it is not easy to insert a knife in He Qing's heart.
This is the one he loves!
As Feng Jinhua thought, if it were not for He Qing to find out he was terminally ill, as long as he asked for it, He Qing would still forgive him.
His character will always be like this. He always regards Feng Jinhua as the only one, but completely ignores himself.
Feng Jinhua knew this too, so he would have such fears.
However, He Qing finally bowed his head and cried, shaking his hand, and took back his hand hard.
Feng Jinhua stared at him stunnedly, and in his ear was a crying cry made by a gentle man, "Jinhua, let's do this."
"You signed the divorce agreement, I don't want anything..."
The man stayed in his original position and froze for a long time. When He Qing thought he was going to be angry like before, he suddenly withdrew his hand stiffly, rummaging through the bag he brought, and said in a panic in his mouth. With.
"A Qing, wait for me, wait for me, just..."
Looking at the man in a panic, He Qing couldn't help but stood up, covering his red eyes in embarrassment, he said bitterly, "Jin Hua, I have asked Lewon about this, you signed the agreement , We went to divorce."
"No, don't go, don't go Aqing..."
Feng Jinhua rummaging around in a hurry, and after touching the contents of the bag, he took it out in surprise and placed it on the table in a panic.
"A Qing, look, look, this is all my property, this is the land I bought in East Real Estate, and here, you look here, these are for you, don't go, OK, OK..."
"Jin Hua..." He Qing was pulled by his arm and looked at him with red eyes. He asked awkwardly, "When this time comes, don't you make trouble, okay?"
"I... trouble?"
Feng Jinhua froze in his hand. He tried to wink the tears in his eyes. His hands were almost including the property of his own life. The once calm voice was full of helplessness at the moment, "A Qing, I am no longer making trouble, I am not It’s noisy, you don’t like me eating spicy food, I don’t eat, you don’t let me drink, I promise to keep it drunk, and, also, I will go home after work and never entertain myself again, every day I I drink Yangwei soup, and I..."
Looking at the man who was racking his brain, thinking, and talking, He Qing shed tears silently, he looked at his lover, and said softly, "Jin Hua, in the future, take care of yourself..."
He really wanted to be with him all the time, but there was no chance.
Rather than being sad for the next two, it is better to separate now, at least for now, Jin Hua doesn’t love him that much.
He Qing cherishes Feng Jinhua, but it does not mean that he is stupid. The man who has been married for five years is suddenly derailed. In addition to not loving, he can't think of another answer.
Wanting to shake off the man's hand, he found that Feng Jinhua held him tightly and refused to let go. This confident man from school was like the poorest beggar at the moment, begging him to stay.
"A Qing, don't go, let me change. Whatever you ask me to do, I will do what you don't go..."
No one knows how painful He Qing's heart is at the moment. He was red-eyed and couldn't break away from the man's hand. He met his sight cruelly and said with a trembling voice, "Jinhua, I'm tired, let me go. "
Feng Jinhua looked at him pleadingly, "No, no Aqing..."
The crying and embarrassed gentle man continued to say, "I have been really tired for the past five years to maintain this marriage..."
"I know you don't like me nagging, you don't like nourishing stomach soup, you want to drink, want to eat spicy, I stop you, you are not happy, but I think you understand..."
As if he knew what he was going to say in the next sentence, Feng Jinhua almost frantically begged, "A Qing, stop talking, stop talking..."
But this gentle man who once gave him a lot of obedience, continued to say, "You now have Chu Chen, and I...found Leyuan, we, get together and get together."
Last time I glanced at the face of the person I loved, He Qing gritted his teeth so that he would not cry, and took off the man's hands as if he had lost his strength, and turned away without hesitation.
As soon as he turned around, he burst into tears.
Behind him, Feng Jinhua's stomach seemed to explode. He was covered in cold sweat, and he was lying on the table, his eyes still staring at He Qing's back, full of regret and unwillingness.
He enjoyed five years of meticulous care but did not know how to cherish it. Now, he has finally tasted the bitter fruit.
"A Qing..." murmured the name of his lover, Feng Jinhua pressed his severely pained stomach to death, his eyes full of determination.
Wait for me, immediately, you can come back to me again.
【Ding! Feng Jinhua's favor: 96】