[６９书吧-ＷＷＷ-ＷＷＷ.６９ＨＵＵ.ＯＭ] When we are powerless over our own destiny, we always subconsciously believe that this is not true, there will definitely be a twist, and God’s script will not end so soon.
It's vigorous.
How many times had she stayed outside the rescue room, looking at the red light that looked like it was soaked in blood, flashing scarlet, and it stung her eyes. Time and time again, she said to herself, it's okay, he will survive.
It had happened in the past, last time, and this time too, but she couldn't remember how many times it had been. She only knew that her heart had hardened little by little and was wrapped in a thick shell, allowing it to withstand it.
Live the beatings of sorrow and despair.
Yes, there must be a turning point and hope!
The doctor looked at her with unexpectedly soft eyes, "Change your mind."
If you replace a person's heart, will he become a different person?
"Xiao Qiao, please think about it. This is the only way at present to find a suitable donor and then perform heart transplant surgery. However, our domestic mastery of this technology is not very comprehensive. If conditions permit, it is best to
Going abroad to have this operation is just..." The doctor's eyes became more worried, "It's just that it's hard to find a donor and the cost of the operation is ridiculously high, so I didn't make this suggestion to you at the beginning.
"
"I see."
Mumu reluctantly smiled at the doctor, "I will find a way."
In the ward, You Yang was painting, with his brush and drawing board inseparable. His serious and focused look seemed to remind her of the healthy and lively boy six years ago. He was sitting on the top of the mountain sketching, and the wind was gently blowing his forehead.
She broke into his sight trying to catch a hedgehog. He raised his head and smiled at her, "Don't move."
She was really obedient and motionless.
He turned the painted painting toward her, his eyes bent like crescent moons, "Does it look good?"
Turns out he painted her!
Mumu took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, sitting next to him, "Which little nurse are you drawing again?"
He smiled sheepishly, "Are you jealous?"
"No, I'm thinking of selling the paintings to them to offset our medical expenses."
"That's a good idea." He stopped the pen in his hand and stroked her face with a smile, "What did the doctor say?"
She smiled innocently and said, "Uncle said you are recovering well and will be discharged from the hospital soon."
He hummed and continued to draw. Hidden by his hair, she couldn't see his expression.
"Hey, do you want to hold an art exhibition?"
"Are you going to sponsor me?"
"If you're in a good mood, you can consider it."
He chuckled, "You just need to support my daily lean meat porridge."
She leaned her head gently on his shoulder. In her sight, he drew a sketch, only a rough outline. She looked at it and closed her eyes sweetly. She was in his painting, in him.
's heart.
The harsh sound of the phone disturbed her sweet dream. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw You Yang turning down the volume. Seeing that she was awake, he said apologetically: "I still woke you up."
"Maybe it's the editor-in-chief's call." Mumu quickly picked it up. Sure enough, it was the editor-in-chief. She held the phone half a meter away from her and listened to his roar on the other end, "I haven't been to the news all day. I want to drink Northwest this month.
Wind, it doesn’t matter if you drink the northwest wind, we will follow you and drink the northwest wind..."
"I know, editor-in-chief, please wait a moment..." Mumu made an apologetic expression to You Yang, jumped out of bed, put on her shoes, and hurried out of the door. When she reached the depths of the porch, she glanced at the surrounding surroundings.
Talent whispered: "Editor-in-chief, if you can interview the general manager of Rong's..."
Before he finished speaking, the editor roared again, "Can you be pragmatic? If you can't walk, you want to learn to run. Do you think the second son of the Rong family is someone you can interview if you want? You can't even touch his toes."
It’s not enough... In short, if you don’t get any good news this week, you won’t be able to get paid next month.”
The editor-in-chief hung up the phone fiercely.
Mumu looked helplessly at the darkened screen, with Rong Shen's arrogant words echoing in her mind, "As long as you go to bed with me once."
Once she has sex, she can get good news and she can make a lot of money. Only by making money continuously can she and You Yang go abroad for medical treatment.
She lowered her head and saw that her hand looked pale because she squeezed the phone too tightly. She smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Qiao Yimu, you are so dirty and shameless."
"Did he scold you again?" You Yang's expression turned ugly.
Mumu smiled and said, "I've gotten used to it a long time ago. I'm now invulnerable."
"Otherwise, let's stop doing it."
This job was so dangerous that every time she went out, he would be on tenterhooks all day long.
"I like being a reporter, it's so exciting." She put her canvas bag on her back and said, "I have to go to the news. If you need anything, call me."
"Well, be careful."
As he watched her go out, his eyes were like burnt dust, and finally all the light faded away. It was because he was useless and it was his body that dragged her down.
Picking up the phone on the bed, he dialed a number, "I've thought about what you said last time."
****
A stack of files was placed in front of Rong Shen. He put out the limited edition cigar in his hand in the ashtray, picked it up casually and looked at it. He raised his handsome eyebrows and said, "It turns out he is a sick man."
"His name is You Yang. They were boyfriend and girlfriend in high school. He studies painting and has published his own album. However, he has a serious heart disease and spends most of his time in the hospital." Zhou Jun exhaled.
It seemed that he had already understood the thoughts of his boss and best friend, "Are you really going to attack such an innocent boy and girl?"
He felt so pitiful.
"This is her luck, because..." Rong Shen tilted his chin, with a hunting-like gleam in his eyes, "I'm helping her."
Zhou Jun scratched his short hair and said, "Forget it, I won't get involved with your history of adultery. It's just that I don't understand. Your relationship with Gu Xiaosi is so good. Why is he so dedicated to the point of being stubborn, and you just treat women like this?"
Just change it like clothes?"
Rong Shen smiled indifferently, "Don't mention that guy, the forest is so big, he just hung himself on He Yining's tree."
Zhou Jun disagreed, "Maybe you haven't met a good one, but if you have, you will hang yourself like him, and you will still have a smile on your face when you die."
Haven't found any good ones?
He snorted coldly, what is considered good, they are all the same and not worthy of his cherishment.
Rong Shen returned to his apartment in a luxurious area in the city center. When the car lights came on, the door opened automatically. The security guard at the door smiled and greeted, "Mr. Rong, you came back very early today."
He nodded lightly and drove into the community.
Outside the community wall, Mu Mu stared at the disappearing car lights, and the canvas bag in her hand was wrinkled.
She is a reporter, so she naturally has many ways to find out where he lives, even though he is a cunning rabbit.
Just now, she had a chance to stop his car, but she retreated. Now she was leaning under the tall courtyard wall. Inside and outside the wall were two worlds, a bizarre paradise for the rich, and a busy base camp for the poor.
She smiled bitterly. Maybe he was just joking. She was pretty at best. She could be picked up in large numbers on the street. What did he like about her?
I'm afraid it's just a pastime for capitalists when they're bored.
What qualifications does she have to climb up to such a person?
He shook his head vigorously, forget it, stop dreaming, let's go run a few news stories and deal with the editor first.