What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

Wang Wei sat on the chair, not calm at all.

What happened to Du Deshun left him with a little doubt in his heart at most.

Lin Youtian's matter really made him panic.

Wang Wei has always cared about things related to Fang Moxuan.

Think for a moment.

Wang Wei dialed Zhang Xiaoan's phone, but no one answered the phone after ringing for dozens of seconds.

[Come to the company after you wake up. I have something very important to discuss with you. 】

After sending a message to Zhang Xiaoan, Wang Wei put down his phone and waited quietly.

……

Fang Moxuan's home.

Zhang Xiaoan was lying on the bed, sleeping like a dead pig.

Fang Moxuan and Qingyue were sitting in the living room, drinking milk tea and watching soap operas.

"Cough cough cough..."

Qingyue put down the milk tea cup and suddenly coughed violently.

Her complexion was getting worse day by day, she looked completely lifeless, and her face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

After coughing, Qingyue covered her stomach with a distorted face and completely curled up on the sofa.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Fang Moxuan asked worriedly.

"No...it's okay. My stomach hurts. Just take a moment and it'll be fine."

Seeing her suffering look, Fang Moxuan sighed helplessly.

A few minutes later.

Qingyue's brows relaxed, and her complexion recovered a little.

She sat on the sofa, looked at the reflective floor tiles, and asked a little absentmindedly: "Xuanxuan, if I can't bear the torture of the disease in the later stage, can... can you let me die without pain?"

Fang Moxuan hugged her shoulders, smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, medicine is very advanced now. Even if that day comes, you won't be in too much pain."

"If your pain is too severe, I will take you to the hospital. Don't hold on."

"It's okay, Xuanxuan. I can still bear it now, but I may not be able to withstand it for long." Qingyue took out the bank card from her pocket with a forced smile, handed it to Fang Moxuan and said, "When I am hospitalized, I want to It’s inconvenient to do anything, so just keep the money.”

"Row."

Fang Moxuan did not refuse, took the bank card and put it in her trouser pocket.

The money in the bank card would definitely not be enough to treat Qingyue, so Fang Moxuan would have to spend some money on her own.

But for Fang Moxuan, it doesn't matter if she makes some money, as long as she can keep her friend alive, even if it allows her to live for another three to five years.

The two sat on the sofa and watched TV quietly.

It wasn't until around two o'clock in the afternoon that Zhang Xiaoan opened his eyes and got out of bed, yawning and walked out of the bedroom.

"Good morning, you two beauties. Is there any food in the kitchen?"

After Zhang Xiaoan finished speaking, he ran towards the kitchen.

Fang Moxuan stood up and followed her into the kitchen. She pulled Zhang Xiaoan to the corner and asked, "When will someone from Hanking come to pick up Qingyue?"

"What's wrong?"

"Qingyue's condition is getting worse day by day, and there is no way to delay it any longer."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoan turned his head and saw Qingyue in the living room, with another painful expression on his face, curled up on the sofa, and his body was shaking slightly.

It could be seen that Qingyue was holding back the pain.

Zhang Xiaoan has never been sick, not even a small cold, but he can probably imagine the pain of cancer pain, it should be no less painful than a man tearing his egg to pieces, right?

"Wait until I get into the house to make a call and ask. It should be soon."

Zhang Xiaoan returned to the bedroom and called Zhang Youzhi twice, but no one answered.

Zhang Xiaoan didn't pay attention. After hanging up the phone, he saw Wang Wei sending him a series of messages, as if urging him to die.

He put on his clothes, washed his face, and then said to Fang Moxuan, "I didn't get through the call from Hanking. I'll call them later."

"Uncle Wei sent me a lot of messages asking me to go to the company. I don't know what he wants to do. I'll go over and see what's going on."

Fang Moxuan raised her hand and pulled Zhang Xiaoan's collar: "Okay, you go ahead. I'll take Qingyue to the hospital for a physical examination later."

……

Come to the company.

As soon as Zhang Xiaoan entered the door, he saw Lin Youtian mopping the floor.

Regardless of his identity, Lin Youtian is indeed a very competent employee.

Among the more than a dozen cleaning staff in the company, Lin Youtian does the most work. Except during group breaks, his work never stops.

Moreover, he is very polite and will take the initiative to say hello with a smile to everyone he sees.

"Uncle Lin, please drink some water and take a break. You've been working for a long time." Shen Ting ran out of nowhere, holding a glass of water in her hand and handed it to Lin Youtian.

"Thank you, Xiao Shen." Lin Youtian smiled and took the water glass, raised his head and drank.

Not far away, Zhang Xiaoan looked puzzled.

Shen Ting is notoriously unpopular in the company and is mean to people in her own department, let alone people in other departments.

Such a woman, whom everyone despises behind her back, can actually pour water for a cleaning man. At first glance, this seems a bit strange!

Zhang Xiaoan did not shy away from suspicion and stared at the two of them as they walked forward.

Lin Youtian heard the footsteps and looked up at Zhang Xiaoan: "Manager Zhang, you are here."

"Yes." After Zhang Xiaoan finished speaking, he said to Shen Ting: "Is Mr. Shen so kind today?"

"Humph!"

Shen Ting glanced at her, turned around and walked towards the office with her fat body.

Yo ho!

What's going on?

Didn't you support your teacher some time ago? Why are you so stubborn with yourself now?

Zhang Xiaoan shook his head to express his incomprehension, walked to the elevator entrance with his hands behind his back, and came to Wang Wei's office.

open the door.

A thick puff of smoke blew into my face.

Zhang Xiaoan raised his hand and fanned his nose: "Oh my God! Why are you so worried about something? Why don't you open the window and let the air out!"

Inside the office.

Wang Wei sat on a chair with a cigarette in his hand and did not respond. His face was full of sadness, as if his wife had run away with someone.

Zhang Xiaoan first opened the window to ventilate, then picked up the freshener and sprayed it randomly, and finally came to the desk and looked down.

I saw that the ashtray was full of cigarette butts.

Zhang Xiaoan raised his head and asked, "What's wrong? Du Deshun is dead?"

Wang Wei shook his head: "No, it's not Du Deshun's business."

"Then you... broke up with Aunt Dahuan?"

"Go away!" Wang Wei scolded irritably: "We have nothing to do with each other at all, you are just gossiping and nonsense every day!"

"Then you called me to the company in such a hurry. What's the matter?"

Wang Wei remained silent, looking forward and taking a puff of smoke in his mouth.

He was thinking about whether to tell Zhang Xiaoan about Fang Jun's mistress.

When he thought that the enemy had already penetrated inside, Wang Wei thought for a moment and asked, "Xiao'an, do you understand men?"

"I'm a man, I definitely understand men!"

"That's right!"

Wang Wei sat up straight.

"Suppose there is a man whose wife died when he was in his forties. Then a few years later, he couldn't bear the loneliness in his heart and found another one outside."

"Do you think this man's behavior is normal under such circumstances?"