The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 58

    This place Jiang Wenxu has not been back for many years, even if there is a major exchange meeting, he is a trusted assistant from abroad. In the past, Jiang Wenxu deliberately did not think deeply about the thoughts behind all his actions, but now suddenly he understands that he has always been guilty of He Zhishu.

    He owed He Zhishu from the beginning. Good to He Zhishu, and for He Zhishu to come forward, because I like it, but there are also many adolescent boys who do not know how to constrain and are eager to show a little selfishness to satisfy their vanity. Seeing He Zhishu blushing and dodge will be proud, and confession will be accepted will also feel great.

    The most stupid was He Zhishu, who kept in his heart every bit of goodness that people gave as he pleased, and he was almost sincere enough to be grateful for all the love he gave.

    He Zhishu's first time was the year of Jiang Wenxu's eighteenth birthday. It was in a broken hotel that cost tens of yuan. I don't know how many wild ducks had been in the old wooden bed. Neither of them has experience, Jiang Wenxu is just more impulsive and curious, and He Zhishu is just more accommodating. It was really painful that time. He Zhishu couldn't make a sound of the pain, and He Zhishu didn't dare to make a sound because the soundproofing of the room was too poor. He Zhishu has been tolerant since then, has been unable to feel at ease, and is accustomed to wronging himself.

    At that time, Aiga Chisho was not fake, and it was not fake until more than ten years later. But Jiang Wenxu seems to always love himself a little bit more. Therefore, regardless of the ups and downs of the road ahead, he would just pick up He Zhishu by his side, so when He Zhishu could not satisfy him, he would find love and vent his desires, so he would have such a strong desire to monopolize, and he would put He Zhishu anywhere at home. I don't want him to go.

    But now, to the point where life and death are truly at stake, and when it comes time to suffer the consequences, Jiang Wenxu finds that he loves He Zhishu a little more than he thinks, not much, just loves him more than he loves himself. Now if someone tells him that he can exchange his future career or even his life for congratulating Zhishu Ankang, Jiang Wenxu will not hesitate every second.

    Jiang Wenxu's love for He Zhishu has never diminished. On the contrary, it has gradually increased. At the beginning, it was the passion of the youth without recklessness, and later it was the perplexity that the passion retreated from temptation, and now it is the real divine initiation. He Zhishu's warm softness has been soaked in Jiang Wenxu for more than ten years, and the iron and stone heart can be soaked in spring water.

    Jiang Wenxu's lips turned blue and purple. He pressed his chest twice and took out the medicine in his pocket.

    The manager sitting in the co-pilot secretly glanced at Jiang Wenxu through the rearview mirror. The last time he went to the Beijing headquarters for a meeting was around the National Day this year. At that time, his boss was still enthusiastic, and his actions were all domineering and self-confident. Now only half a year has passed, this man is depraved like he fell off the altar. He didn't speak wittily, and let the driver go straight to the arranged hotel.

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    It was cloudy all day today, and there were showers in the afternoon. The room was cold and damp, making people breathless.

    He Zhishu's body's reaction was more sensitive than the weather forecast. He lingered all day and couldn't eat anything. Ai Ziyu felt distressed about what he ate and vomited. After feeding him some honey and water, He Zhishu finally vomited it all up, even with some blood in it.

    Ai Tzuyu turned pale with fright, and took He Zhishu to the hospital where he was racing to get an injection of cytarabine.

    He Zhishu had been asleep in the hospital drowsy. The sheet on the bed was very thin. Ai Ziyu was afraid that he would be cold, so she wrapped him tightly in her arms. Ai Tzuyu was really scared. He didn't want to experience the feeling of palpitations that he could not even hold the steering wheel securely.

    Because of being a doctor for a long time, I used to hate the hysterical crying of the patient's family with the patient to the hospital. Life and death are fateful, except for doing everything. But now Ai Tzuyu understands that when the person who really cares is pale and dying in your arms, it is not strange what people do under the kind of despair like the sky is falling.

    If Ai Tzuyu was not so terrified today that he lost his soul, he would be faceless and begging for the past with his former colleagues one by one, begging for that person's vitality.

    When He Zhishu woke up, his face had improved, but he was still pale. Ai Tzuyu still kept the posture of holding him in his arms, walking very hard, thinking of nothing.

    "...What do you think?" He Zhishu said weakly.

    Ai Tzuyu's eyes slowly focused, and she smiled as she watched him

    : "I'm thinking about big things." He Zhishu didn't ask much, and gently squeezed Ai Tzuyu's waist: "I just dreamed of you. . "

    " really? "

    " ah. "

    " What is a dream? "

    " you're in the distance, behind a large flower ... "

    " Yo, I'm not a flower that Xiaoye up? "

    " you are the flower, Or why...I asked you to give me one and you ignore me."

    Ai Ziyu violently hugged He Zhishu tightly: "I will give you whatever you want."

    He Zhishu smiled helplessly. Pushing him: "It's a dream, so don't be honest with me anymore. But I really still beg you now...Shall we go home? The hospital smells too

    bad ." Ai Ziyu smiled bitterly and was silent for a long time. Reply: "If I kneel in front of your eyes and beg you for treatment, would you agree?"

    "You said that I can say anything, and in a blink of an eye I will use your face to make me feel soft?" He Zhishu stared at Ai Ziyu's Eyes, smiling and sighing: "That's true, what did you say about your picture..."

    Ai Ziyu didn't speak, his expression was so sad that even He Zhishu couldn't bear to read it anymore.

    He Zhishu pursed his lips, suddenly raised his head, and a light kiss was printed on the corner of Ai Ziyu's lips: "...I will be yours in my next life, so you can't pretend to be happy?"

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