老攻身患绝症[穿书]

Chapter 19

Xie Yang poured a pot of chicken soup and everyone became energized.

Ke Lan: He’s right. IUD isn’t over yet. 

Xu Chenhao: Yes.

Only Tong Jian strayed from the point: The new song is being recorded? When? Why didn’t I know about it? Didn’t you just finish the arrangement and the lyrics and title haven’t come out?

Everyone, “……”

The atmosphere in the group instantly relaxed and Ke Lan sent two voice messages. 

“The lyrics have been finalized and the title of the song is fixed. It is called IUD.”

“We rose due to the album ‘IUD’ and we will end with the song ‘IUD. Let’s all cheer together.”

It was silent for a moment.

Tong Jian: Come on!!

Xu Chenhao: Come on.

Hu Biao: Come on!

Xie Yang smiled and also sent a cheer. He was in a good mood and couldn’t help sending to Qiu Xing on WeChat: When are you coming back? Please watch the show.

Qiu Xing replied in seconds: Immediately. 

Xie Yang was stunned but quickly understood the meaning. He got up and walked out of the room to the balcony, looking in the direction of the community’s entrance. A dozen seconds later, the light of headlights cut through the night. The two gates slowly opened and a familiar black car drove in and went straight to the villa.

Xie Yang turned and headed downstairs.

***

By the time Xie Yang arrived in the living room, Qiu Xing had entered the door. He was wearing a black formal suit and had no expression on his face. He had just walked in and was taking off his coat. He glanced over lightly when Xie Yang came down. Then he threw the coat on the sofa, removed his tie, threw it and sat on the single seat chair with closed eyes. 

Xie Yang sat on the couch beside Qiu Xing’s chair and noticed the shadows under his eyes were very thick, much worse than when he left. Xie Yang asked, “Are you very tired?”

Qiu Xing didn’t speak. His legs stretched out, his hands were folded over his abdomen, his shoulders lowered in a relaxed manner and his breathing was light and low. He seemed tired.

Xie Yang got up.

“Where are you going?” 

Xie Yang stopped to look at Qiu Xing. He saw this person’s eyes were still closed and replied, “I’m going to pour you some water. Your lips are very dry and you need to rehydrate.”

“Humph.” Qiu Xing snorted and raised his hand to undo the button at the neck. Then he sunk deeper into the sofa, his exhausted voice hoarse. “I don’t need you to do this… sit down.”

Liu Sha moved toward Xie Yang lightly. She gestured for him to ‘sit down’ and ‘I’ll do it.’ Then she went to pick up Qiu Xing’s coat and tie and walked away lightly.