Love You Till Death

"Young Master." Ruan Mingchi subconsciously lowered his voice and shouted before approaching the man.

The man turned his head, revealing the shadowy face, his eyes dark and heavy, without anything floating, the light could not enter his eyes, only despair turned in the depths.

Ruan Mingchi frowned, his heart suddenly pained from the beginning just once again showed a familiar feeling, his body involved in the severe pain even had difficulty breathing.

"Come." The man beckoned. "It didn't come out without hair."

"Hair is short, and it will dry after a while."

"It's windy here." As the man controlled the electric wheelchair to the bedroom, Ruan Mingchi followed him curiously, saw him enter the bathroom, and pulled off a towel. But the bathroom was too small, the wheelchair was too big, and it became a little difficult to get out smoothly. Before the man tried the second time, Ruan Mingchi stepped forward, grabbed the handle of the wheelchair, and dragged him out.

The man who returned to the bedroom had a rare softness between his eyebrows, motioned him to sit in a wheelchair, then he took the towel in his hand and wiped his dripping hair for him.

The strength on the head is not too big, the man who has been crippled for too long has been chronically poisoned again, and his strength is losing a little bit, so the power falls on the top of the head, like a gentle soothing.

Ruan Mingchi lowered his eyes and felt quietly.

The man said, "You have seen this hotel too. I need to dismantle it and sell it. I will follow the initial plan and leave the rest to you."

"Why dismantle and sell?"

Fool, isn't it for your convenience?

Ji Hao's mouth was slightly ticked and he explained randomly: "The recent economic downturn in country M has few investors. It is not too much to be able to sell this hotel at once. Instead of wasting time, it is better to realize it as soon as possible."

After a pause, Ji Hao smiled and frowned, saying, "My body is getting worse and worse, maybe I shouldn't come out this time."

The person in his arms stiffened a little bit undetectably, but his expression control was not bad, it was difficult to tell whether he was guilty or too excited to cause a physical reaction, but no matter what the season It doesn’t matter to Hao. Ruan Mingchi has more calculations in his heart, but he has only one sincerity. He will have a way to try it out sooner or later.

Like stroking a cat, Ji Hao's hand rubbed slowly on top of Ruan Mingchi's head, and then exerted a little effort, Ruan Mingchi fell into his arms softly, and he hugged him contentedly. The man in his arms, controlling the wheelchair, left the bedroom and finally came to the balcony again.

The sea level is calm, reflecting the orange-red sparkling waves. In the distance, there is a boat passing by the sea, which is quiet and serene.

Ji Hao kissed Ruan Mingchi's forehead and said, "Maybe I should leave you with more things. If I'm gone, the most rest assured is you, you are so good..."

The arms around Ruan Mingchi's waist suddenly tightened, holding people tightly in his arms, muttering: "So good... there should be a better life..."

Ruan Mingchi's eyelashes were shaking violently, letting his arms be tightened and painful, letting his breathing difficult, and letting his heart numb. He lowered his eyes and looked at his fingers. His thick black eyelashes were trembling, bringing the dark eyes deep. The emotions were completely covered, and Ji Hao let him play like a doll.

But deeper, something was tumbling, making him faint.

...

Early the next morning, the manager knocked on the door. Ruan Mingchi, who had already prepared it, walked out lightly. Before leaving, he opened the bedroom and glanced again. Ji Hao was still asleep in bed, and the dim light in the bedroom made his figure indistinct, as if concealed in the darkness, it seemed to disappear completely for a second.

Ruan Mingchi froze for a moment, his legs seemed to be nailed to death, unable to move half a point, forcing him to use all his strength to distinguish the figure in the dark, until he clearly saw the man's face, he let out a breath.

All the way downstairs, Ruan Mingchi was a little absent-minded.

He wondered inexplicably, if one day he woke up and the person beside the bed had disappeared, facing the sunny morning alone, was that the freedom he sought?

The nausea that lasted from last night to today has not disappeared, and it has even aggravated changes.

The manager asked him: "Do you need breakfast?"

Ruan Mingchi shook his head: "No."

He has no appetite.

Ji Hao had been coughing last night, and he didn't even get close to him. He should have been able to escape the disaster. He should have been happy, but the feeling of happiness did not really appear. Since yesterday, he has been very uncomfortable. Maybe he is sick.

Right, sick.

Swim out and stand under the air conditioner and blew for a long time, it should be sick.

So in order not to affect today's work, Ruan Mingchi asked his assistant to get some cold medicines for colds, and then worked hard to concentrate and manage the manager before the drowsiness came.

With the experience of the last time, this time it has been a lot smoother. This may also have something to do with Ji Hao’s complete delegation of authority to him. The manager believed in Ruan Mingchi’s words, including several charitable accounts he did not verify. , Just cooperate with Ruan Mingchi to actively seek buyers.

Stopped here for a week.

Ji Hao was not in good health and almost seldom went out. Ruan Mingchi, who was traveling around, was privileged. Everyone was awed everywhere he went, and several buyers he saw in succession were struggling to pick up cheap ideas, but they were given sharp words by Ruan Mingchi. Forced back.

Of course Ruan Mingchi is going to sell the hotel, but he can't sell it cheaply, at least when he returns to Ji Ji to report.

After all, he will only get a very small part of it, and more money will go to the charity account, which is Ji Hao's life-saving money for good deeds.

Ji Hao is dying.

He won't live long.

The struggling before death was violent, but it was particularly pitiful.

"Oh!" Ruan Mingchi covered his mouth violently, a strong nausea rushed up, but there was nothing to vomit, only the pain of the esophagus burned by stomach acid.

Everyone in the reception room looked at Ruan Mingchi.

Ruan Mingchi smiled bitterly at the new buyer, then got up and hurried to the bathroom.

The clattering water sounded endlessly, Ruan Mingchi took a cup of water and put it in his mouth, washed his mouth with warm water, and finally fell into the stomach pouch along the esophagus, but it was only a short relaxation, and the burning sensation soon appeared again. .

Ruan Mingchi frowned tightly, and swallowed the water with a swallow. He tried to wipe out the pain and washed away the guilt in his heart.

The assistant immediately followed said worriedly: "Mr. Ruan, you just recently had a bad appetite, probably gastroenteritis, maybe I should arrange a doctor for you."

Ruan Mingchi stopped and moved his hands up the platform to look up at the wash mirror in front of him. His **** eyes looked like evil spirits from hell.

So... Do I, the victim, begin to condemn myself? Put away the compassion that is not necessary to be weak and incompetent. Did you forget when you were beaten by Ji Hao, when you were locked up, when you were insulted by him? Just because the other party treats you a little bit better, do you start torturing your conscience? Silly! You are sick! Stockholm disease! Only by escaping from Ji Hao can you be truly happy, right?

Close your eyes fiercely.

Take a deep breath.

A long breath swallowed and spit out, and then slowly adjusted his out-of-control emotions.

clam down.

clam down……

Opening his eyes again, Ruan Mingchi said: "I'm fine, just a little rest is not good, let's go back and continue, Mr. Weimis's offer is very good this time, we may be able to talk further."

The assistant quickly chased behind him and said, "Mr. Ke Ji said you need to see a doctor, I..."

"Don't tell me about him!!!" Ruan Mingchi, who was walking in front, turned back suddenly, like a lit firecracker bursting into burst, "Do I know my body? Or does he know me better than me? I said no doctor Just don’t go to the doctor! I still follow him now? What about your loyalty? Loyalty!"

The assistant was stunned, his expression very innocent for a moment, and finally said hardly: "I'm sorry, I was employed by Ji's."

"Xie Te!" Ruan Mingchi cursed, clenching his fists, his anger stirred like boiling lava, but he did not dare to vent.

Did you hear me? Ruan Mingchi! Did you hear that? The respect you think is not for you! The wealth you think is not yours! You wear the prince's coat and prince's crown, but you can never change the fact that you are just a beggar!

No one knows your inner pain, no one, no!

So when the negotiations started again, Ruan Mingchi calmed down completely. He followed the steps of his plan step by step, while he seemed to protect the interests of the Ji family, but in fact he was seeking more funds for himself. The negotiations have been in the morning. Until the afternoon, a price that was satisfactory to both parties was finally finalized, and it was agreed to come over and sign the contract two days later.

Before going back to see Ji Hao, Ruan Mingchi slowly figured out in his heart that Mr. Weimis was a big buyer and had a big appetite. He would buy the hotel in one breath, which greatly saved Ruan Mingchi’s effort and a huge amount of capital circulation The amount of wool he can walk through has also increased, and finally he can get a lot of benefits. Just thinking about it makes Ruan Mingchi jump slightly in his heart.

Maybe you don’t have to wait for the next time, this time the money you earn will be enough for the rest of your life. Maybe it’s time to leave, you don’t have to stay here, you don’t have to live your own life, and welcome you to embrace your new life.

Footsteps became brisk.

When the guilty conscience was depressed, Ruan Mingchi's "sickness" lingering on his body for a few days was also away, and his stomach started working again. He even felt that he should be able to eat two large bowls of rice for dinner.

Raising his hand and opening the door, I didn’t expect Ji Hao alone in the room today. There were four unidentified people in the room. Ji Hao received them in a wheelchair. There were assistants and employees hired by Ji Shi behind him. bodyguard.

What they were talking about, the scene was very serious. Ruan Mingchi frowned, pressed down his flying eyebrows, and his expression became solemn, and he walked curiously to Ji Hao.