Kuai Chuan: After I escaped from a terminal illness

Yu Tang glared at Cheng Jue fiercely, not only angry, but also full of surprise.

What kind of person could do such a despicable thing...

After a long time, Yu Tang finally lost his strength and couldn't argue with him.

He didn't have the courage to let his family members guess such unspeakable things, he lowered his head and trembled: "Please, please don't do this..."

Cheng Jue was startled for a moment, then laughed out loud.He stretched out his hand and hooked Yu Tang's chin with his fingers to let him look at himself.

The man's face was quite haggard, and the black eyes under his eyes were hard to conceal, but when he raised his head, he felt an astonishing sense of fragility.

Cheng Jue couldn't help kissing her.

Yu Tang immediately wanted to push him away, but in the middle of the push, he suddenly thought of something, and then he didn't move anymore. He was quiet and obedient, but he didn't have the anger he should have.

Cheng Jue kissed for a long time before stopping.

Cheng Jue wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, then showed an aggrieved expression, and said coquettishly, "Brother Cheng, I'm hungry."

Yu Tang closed his eyes: "Okay, I'll cook."

Yu Tang got up, like a body without a soul.

He didn't care that he was wearing Cheng Jue's light pink cotton pajamas, he didn't care if it was a loss of his usual solemnity, and he didn't care about the gazes of the servants here, he just pushed the door and walked out of the room silently.

Yu Tang was just ill, and his steps were unsteady, and his light-colored pajamas made him look thinner.

Cheng Jue subconsciously stood up and followed, afraid that he would really fall.

The light was on outside.

The two came down the stairs one after the other.

After a while, there was a sizzling sound from the kitchen.

Yu Tang is skillfully operating everything in the open kitchen, while Cheng Jue is lying on the opposite leather sofa, tilting his head to look at him.

Cheng Jue was a little happy.

After all, he has enough chips in his hand to keep Yu Tang by his side.

And what I have done to Yu Tang now, including my identity and these threats, can remind Yu Tang all the time: he is not some shit senior Shen, he is the prince of the Cheng Group!

Cheng Jue tapped the back of the sofa with his hands, feeling good.

At this time, hot water has been boiled in the pot, and Yu Tang is ready to cook noodles.

Cheng Jue: "Brother Cheng."

Yu Tang didn't agree immediately, and even showed a disgusted expression.But soon, he thought of those unsightly photos.

Yu Tang said in a low voice: "Yes."

Cheng Jue deliberately said: "Do you still remember what I don't like to eat?"

Yu Tang froze.

Of course he remembers.

Once, Yu Tang was proud of remembering these details of his lover, and felt that he could take on this responsibility.

Now, Yu Tang only felt humiliated.

At this time, Yu Tang was lowering his head to handle the tomatoes on the chopping board. When the knife was turned over, he kept turning the light of the living room into his eyes.

For a moment, Yu Tang didn't want to endure such humiliation anymore...

But just as his hand holding the knife paused for a moment, and his eyes were drawn to his wrist, suddenly there was the sound of hurried footsteps, and someone snatched the knife away.

Cheng Jue snatched the knife directly, and his hand immediately bled.He was breathing heavily, and his tone couldn't pretend to be relaxed: "What do you want to do?"

Yu Tang woke up a little.

If you really want to choose death, cutting your wrists is obviously not a good way.

It will be painful, and it will be difficult to die.

Yu Tang shook his head, regained his composure, stretched out his hand to Cheng Jue and said, "I don't have anything, give it back to me."

Cheng Jue took a deep look at him, and threw the knife far away.

Yu Tang didn't say anything, but there was a little sadness in his eyes.

Cheng Jue was frightened by the lifeless eyes, and dared not take his eyes off Yu Tang for a moment.

Cheng Jue held his wrist with the hand that didn't bleed, and his voice softened a little: "I'm not hungry anymore, don't do it, come and play games with me for a while."