This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 279 Country Love (36)

Shen Yue went to the hospital and got the examination report.

It's blood cancer.

The doctor said: "As long as you actively cooperate with the treatment, there is still a chance of recovery."

Shen Yue stared at those words, confused.

When I walked out of the hospital, I threw the examination report into the trash can.

She walked aimlessly, her head buzzing, and her pale face turned red by the cold wind.

The snow started to fall again. Step by step, I walked across the long street in a daze. Looking around, I no longer knew where I was.

Stretching out his hand, the snowflakes fell on his palm and melted after a while, but the chill poured into his bones.

The freezing coldness of the ice and snow engulfed her, and it was so cold that her spine ached.

Perhaps it was fate that she met Zhang Cong again.

The man was tall and panting. At that time, he saw a familiar figure in the distance, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, so he searched frantically nearby and finally found it.

The clear light fell softly on her face, her eyelashes trembled slowly, her lips were pursed as if she were smiling, and they were as clean as emerald green leaves.

"Brother, take me home."

She has nowhere to go.

Zhang Cong's heart was beating a little fast and he was at a loss what to do.

His Adam's apple rolled nervously twice, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Okay."

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Zhang Cong lives in a single apartment. The decoration is simple and clean, which makes people's eyes bright.

There was still unmelted snow on Shen Yue's hair and clothes. Zhang Cong found a new set of clean clothes and handed them to her, asking her to take a shower first while he went to the kitchen to cook.

After the meal was ready, Shen Yue's bath was also finished.

She was wearing Zhang Cong's clothes. Both the trousers and sleeves were a lot longer. Her shoulders were becoming thinner and thinner. The skin exposed by the black sweater looked pale and fragile. Maybe it was because her skin was too thin. Even the dark blue veins can be seen clearly.

Her black hair is spread over her shoulders, as beautiful as a thick patch of algae, and her neck is slender and white.

Zhang Cong watched, the tips of his ears quietly turned red.

The dishes on the table are very rich, exuding a strong aroma, whetting one's appetite, and can easily arouse people's appetite. It is obvious that a lot of thought has been put into it.

The man invited her to come over for dinner.

Shen Yue took a bite and found that it tasted very good. She lowered her eyes and smiled: "It's delicious, brother. Your craftsmanship is really good."

Zhang Cong couldn't help but squeeze his chopsticks tightly. He had handsome eyebrows and a very traditional handsome appearance. His skin was a healthy wheat color. He looked tall and big, even a little fierce, but he was praised lightly by the woman. I don’t know how to position my arms and legs.

I can only say awkwardly: "If it tastes good, eat more."

Zhang Cong's cooking skills were very good, but Shen Yue lost her appetite after just a few bites, and even felt a little nauseous. After taking a sip of soup, she put down her chopsticks.

Not even half of the rice in the bowl was finished. Zhang Cong thought it was not to Shen Yue's appetite, so he heard Shen Yue say: "My appetite is relatively small."

But this appetite is really too small.

Zhang Cong felt that Shen Yue was eating so little, just like eating cat food, and was too thin, but he also knew that this kind of thing couldn't be rushed, so he didn't say much.

But at night, Zhang Cong cut some fruit and sent it over. The door was unlocked, so he knocked politely twice and pushed the door open when he got no response.

The light in the bathroom was on and the door was open. He walked in and heard the sound of vomiting coming from the bathroom. Putting the fruit in his hand casually on the table, Zhang Cong ran over immediately. Shen Yue couldn't vomit it out. She didn't eat anything in the first place, and all she vomited out was sour water.

Zhang Cong's face was full of panic, he heard the sound of vomiting in his ears, and his heart was clenched. He slowly patted the woman's thin back, his fingers stiff.

From his angle, she could see the snow-white neck and graceful jawline, and the dark blue blood vessels on the side of her neck bulged. It wasn't until she couldn't spit anything out that she straightened up and went to the sink next to her to rinse her mouth and face. .

The man had been following her eagerly, looking at her thin and pale cheeks, the red corners of her eyes, her dark and moist eyes filled with mist, her thin eyelids slightly swollen, and a vague feeling of ambiguity emerged in her heart. Uneasy feeling.

"Yueyue, are you sick?"

There was a stabbing pain in her stomach, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on the woman's forehead. Her face was very white, her eyelashes were trembling, and her lips were bright red: "It's okay, I just ate something bad yesterday."

"Then let's go to the hospital." The man's tone was undisguised worry.

Shen Yue shook her head and refused, "No, it will be fine after a while."

Zhang Cong persuaded her for a while, but seeing that Shen Yue was really unwilling, he went to the living room to find some stomach medicine.

When Zhang Cong walked in with stomach medicine and warm water, Shen Yue was already lying on the bed and asleep.

The body was curled up, which was an extremely uneasy sleeping position. It seemed that this way could give oneself some sense of security, and half of the quilt fell to the ground.

Zhang Cong's steps were very gentle. He walked closer and stood beside him, gently coaxing Shen Yue to get up and take the medicine.

Shen Yue was very sleepy. He didn't even open his eyes while taking the medicine, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Her long, silky black hair was scattered on the pillow, fluffy and soft.

Zhang Cong rubbed his fingertips hanging by his side twice, lowered his eyes, and reached out to rub the woman's hair.

Very soft and easy to touch.

The man's eyebrows became extremely soft.

For a moment, he couldn't bear to leave, looking at the woman's sleeping face almost greedily.

But soon the woman seemed to be having a nightmare, her delicate brows furrowed, her breathing slowly became rapid, and her lips moved slightly, with a soft sob.

Zhang Cong reached out to touch her face, and the woman subconsciously rubbed the warm and rough palm.

She closed her eyes, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

The crystal tears fell drop by drop, hitting the pillow, and the eyelashes were stained, like butterflies caught in the rain.

Zhang Cong looked at his hands, which were wet with tears, and there was a suffocating dullness in the air.

Lowering his head, he could vaguely hear the woman calling someone's name.

He didn't know who Shen Yue was calling, but he still responded: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Shen Yue closed her eyes, still trapped in the nightmare, and couldn't hear at all.

But she could feel the looming tenderness, so she shed even more tears, "Qi Rui..."

Zhang Cong heard clearly, his back was so stiff that it was about to break, and his heart felt cold. His fingers shook slightly, suppressing the darkness in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to cover Shen Yue's head and stroked it gently.

"Brother is here."

Shen Yue kept calling someone's name all night long, repeating those two words over and over again.

Qi Rui.

(End of this chapter)