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When Xia Lin was taken back to Xia's family, she really shocked many people inside and outside the Xia family.
Over time, there was an endless stream of people who came to visit the sick. They had all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of purposes, false feelings or pretense, Xia Lin had no intention to deal with it, and Zhou Shuo turned away.
Apart from Zhou Shuo, the only person who could enter Xia Lin's bedroom was Xia Liang, the principal of the Xia family.
This morning, Xia Lin swallowed half a bowl of gruel, and saw Xia Liang with a stern face, sitting by the bed looking at him.
The light in the room was still bright, but Xia Lin could no longer see clearly. The tumor was pressing on his optic nerve, making Xia Liang's figure a fuzzy outline.
"Brother," he stretched out his hand weakly, "Don't be angry, okay?"
Xia Liang held his hand helplessly: "How come the Xia family gave birth to a person like you, our names are so real. Itâs time for a change."
Xia Lin knew that he was angry about concealing his illness, and warmly said: "Iâm back."
"Do you think Iâm only talking about this?" Xia Liang said, "Since I was young Great, my brotherâs
self- question is not bad to you. At the beginning, my dad wanted to drive you out of the house. I couldnât stop it because I didnât have enough money in the Xia family. Later, my dad died of illness. As soon as I inherited the family business, I wanted to find you. When you come back, but you would rather suffer and suffer with Song Yan's bastard than go back to this house. Now you are so sick, and you want to hide it from me, do you have any intentions?"
Xia Lin smiled and defended. "Brother, you can't wrong me like this. If I don't mind, I won't be in a hurry to transfer all the shares to you..."
"Do you think I'm scared of the shares in your hand?" Xia Liang raised it unconsciously The voice said, "If you can live well, I would rather never have those shares."
"Brother..." Xia Lin shook Xia Liang's hand, with a hint of coquetry.
Xia Liang took a deep breath and changed the subject: "The hospital has already contacted you. If it can't be cured in China, we will go abroad..."
"Brother, I don't want to toss." Xia Lin knew that Xia Liang would not give up. "I knew about the risk of surgery early in the morning. I just chose to give up because I knew it. I just want to spend the rest of it quietly. In the days when I didnât want to die, I would lie on the cold operating table.â
Xia Liang wanted to persuade
him again , and Zhou Shuo walked in and said: âYoung Master, Young Master Song is here.â The Young Master Song in his mouth naturally meant that Song Yan.
Xia Liang asked Xia Lin: "See you?"
Xia Lin shook his head.
Zhou Shuo said again: "He said that if the second young master doesn't see him, he will wait outside until the second young master lets go."
Xia Lin smiled bitterly. Song Yan was so mad about him that he had pursued Yu Luotong earlier. Those rascal methods were used. Should he be flattered? "
Let's see you." "Xia Liang actually became a peacemaker.
Xia Lin didn't speak any more.
Xia Liang got up, winked at Zhou Shuo, and the two walked out the door one after another.
Song Yan stood downstairs in the hall. Here, the scum on his face has not been shaved for a few days, and the whole person looks very decadent.
Xia Liang went downstairs and said to Song Yan: "Go up. "
Song Yan was overjoyed, as he was about to take a step, Xia Liang grabbed him again and lowered his voice: "Xiao Lin has almost no thoughts of survival now. I allow you to see him because I hope you can inspire him. Your survival instinct, so youâd better behave satisfactorily. "
I will." Song Yan nodded and strode upstairs.
Xia Lin's vision deteriorated so fast that when Song Yan pushed the door in, he only vaguely saw a black outline.
But he knew that it was Song Yan. It was a figure he couldn't be more familiar with.
"Xia Lin. "Song Yan sat down by the bed and held Xia Lin's hand.
Xia Lin retracted his hand subconsciously.
Song Yan found out that Xia Lin was still infusion on the back of his hand. He hadn't seen him in just a few days. He was so thin and pale as paper, he was no longer the Xia Lin he was familiar with.
Xia Lin didn't speak, his gaze was dizzy, as if looking at him, but also as if not looking at him.
Song Yan is not used to this kind of Xia Lin. He didn't know how to speak for a while. After thinking about it for a while, he said: "Xia Lin, I know you are angry with me, but
you shouldn't be troubled with your body. Brother Liang said you don't. I am willing to cooperate with the treatment. I assure you that as long as you are cured, I will take you to Holland, or France, where we can register for marriage and be partners for life, okay?"
Xia Lin's eyes finally focused Some: "Marriage?"
"Yes," Song Yan said eagerly, "I heard that the Netherlands still allows adoption of children. Do you like boys or girls? It's better to have both of us, one with your last name and the other with mine."
Xia Linwang As his eyes gradually became cold, his voice was very faint: "Song Yan."
"I'm here." Song Yan bowed down. Move closer.
"Ten years ago, when you confessed to Yu Luotong, you said the same thing. It's almost...not bad."
Song Yan froze suddenly.
Xia Lin's tone revealed a touch of mockery: "Perhaps the time has passed for too long, and you don't remember it anymore, but I, who was with you at the time and made you bold, still remember it clearly."
"Song Yan, in your heart, I will always be Yu Luotong's substitute, right?"