Shang Lu stood up straight, looked up, and looked at Chi Yu's lifeless eyes.

He brought him to the door and put his hands in his pockets, trying to make himself look more ostentatious than usual so that he can gain the upper hand in front of his rivals in love.

But in fact he doesn't need this at all.

Chi Yu leaned weakly against the pillow, perhaps because he had just been pulled back from the gate of hell, his eyes were like a wandering look in his past, and he seemed to have no strength.

Shang Lu looked at him vigilantly, Chi Yu tugged the corners of his lips, and smiled at him like an elderly man:

"Relax, Shang Lu, it's been so far, I can't do anything to her... Or are you worried that she will worry about me, a dying person?"

The four words "dead man" were spoken from him, and he felt powerless and self-deprecating.

Shang Lu looked at him silently for a while, and his light swept across the bloody paper ball in the trash can, his eyes were dim and his feelings were complicated.

After a long time, he curled his lips and smiled sarcastically: "The dying person still has the energy to make small moves to interfere in other people's feelings?"

He gave Chi Yu a cup of warm water and handed it to him.

Before Chi Yu took the water cup, he started coughing again.

As he said that, he opened his phone and flipped through his address book, "I heard from Jiang Li that you have suffered a trauma in your brain and left behind sequelae. I know a very famous brain doctor. I'll contact him now and invite him over.

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After a while, Chi Yu's coughing slowed down a little. He raised his hand and took the water cup from Shang Lu's hand, put it on his lips and sipped it.

"Ha, not everyone is as unethical as you. Don't guess others with your own villain's heart."

Shang Lu's mouth has always been very poisonous. He said the four words "Thank you" very sarcastic, with a sense of sharpness that disregards others' lives and death.

"I have told you in advance, believing it or not." Chi Yu raised his head indifferently, "I just need you to do me a favor."

If Chi Yu really left like this, Jiang Li would definitely collapse and doubt himself.

"Help me get the immigration procedures. I want to go abroad to treat my illness and settle down. When I die, I will send you an email. You just need to cooperate in front of Jiang Li and make the illusion that I am still alive."

A living person has desires, joys, anger, sorrows, and flesh and blood.

In the face of life and death, it seems insignificant to be emotionally hostile.

Chi Yu had dealt with him many times, but he had the upper hand in a few times. This time he let him mock and sarcasm, and he was completely distorted.

Shang Lu held a glass of fiberglass condescendingly, and watched him pull out two pieces of paper, and the white tissue was dyed red.

Shang Lu pointed fingers and rubbed his temples, wanting to see what tricks this little green tea was playing, and his tone was impatient: "Why are you busy?"

Maybe the two of them are the best arrangements for God.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me? If you want to pretend to be sick and win Jiang Li's sympathy, I advise you to think about your own weight. She values ​​friendship and not like you; but if you want to wish Jiang Li in advance, I will be about to be happy.

If you remarry, I will thank you for her. Without your intervention, we will only be happier."

Chi Yu recovered a little and was still interested in urging Shang Lu: "If I hadn't seen you pour water with my own eyes, I would have thought you would poison it."

He was sure that he liked Jiang Li, but he also knew that he could not selfishly stop her from running towards a better person.

Although he always disliked this little green tea, he was a living person after all, and he never thought of letting him die.

Shang Lu snorted impatiently, pulled over the chair Jiang Li had just sat on, stood up the tote bag leaning against the back of the chair, and sat down.

She has already reached the present and will soon be freed from the shadow of the past. He doesn't want her to fall into the predicament of the past again.

Although Jiang Li always looks cold and distant, without desires and desires, he is like a god who is not in the world.

Shang Lu pursed his lips tightly, frowned slightly, and looked like he didn't want to accept it.

"Why am I lying to you for such a thing?" Chi Yu looked at his actions with a funny look.

It's ridiculous to say that this is the first time in my life that I've been cared for by my rival.

Chi Yu said again: "You should know that Jiang Li feels guilty towards me. She always feels that it is because of her that I was targeted by Shang Xingyan, and that car accident happened, which led to my current illness.

She knew that my disease was beyond cure and would die soon. Do you guess she would collapse and blame herself, and she would never forget me? Do you guess she would remarry you?"

Warm water enters the throat, diluting the unspeakable rust smell in the mouth and throat.

For some reason, he suddenly felt relieved.

Shang Lu raised his eyebrows, which was quite unbelievable.

Before Chi Yu could speak, he himself denied it, "It's impossible, the disaster has been gone for thousands of years, and you didn't die so early."

"Ahem cough cough..."

When the employees in the company are seriously ill, she will specially invite private doctors to help with treatment, not to mention Chi Yu, who is very important to her.

But Shang Lu and her had been together for so long, naturally knew her character and knew that she was not a god without desires and desires at all, she was just a person.

"Your illness is really beyond cure?" Out of awe of life, he put away his sloppy look, sat up straight, and asked his own questions.

There is no doubt that the answer is OK.

Shang Lu is actually not that bad. He has seen Jiang Li and Shang Lu more than once, smiling without any warning when he was with Jiang Li.

He folded his left leg on his right leg, supported his right elbow on the handrail, and bent his fingers to support his temple:

At this time, he suddenly understood a little why the original owner had always been in love with her, but he would rather protect her silently than interfere in her marriage.

It is not just out of moral constraints, but for the person you love, many times, not disturbing is the best respect for the other party than to rob oneself.

Unfortunately, he understood too late and could only love her for the original owner for a while.

He raised his head and tried to force back the tears that were spinning in his eyes. He forced himself to smile and said to Shang Lu: "You don't have to waste your time. My illness is really beyond cure. To be honest, I'm not a person from this world.

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Chapter completed!