Chapter Three hundred and three, survival through jealousy

The interview will be watched by a large number of people at the same time because of the high ratings of the news agency's midday news and the fact that many social media outlets retweet some of the news agency's tweets.

Fruit and Yichen sitting on a stool side by side watching the news behind, see he yujie followed when Qin entered the room made a simple introduction after the two began you a sentence I a question and answer mode to go.

"It was taken in the morning, " Gogo said, pointing to the screen. The objects on his desk were different. He took the cup into the room, but now there was his cup on the table. So he is quite sure that this is the morning shot that video, as for brother Qin and he Yujie in the office now to talk about what he did not know.

If suddenly get up, want to go to the office to see what was yanked back by Yichen a hand, "you don't go, maybe they are talking about cooperation. "

Hear what he said, if the fruit agreed to nod, perhaps is talking about cooperation, oneself go in will certainly let Qin elder brother nervous, if talk not close that to the shop is a huge loss, or not to see.

Determined to leave Qin Lan's fruit in peace, he sat back down and said, "let's study some good drinks, too? " Since their coffee shop hadn't opened yet, the staff had found it but hadn't been trained, they have to wait for Yichen to train them before they can learn how to make coffee, they can sell real master coffee.

"That goes to the supermarket to have what raw material to be able to buy first. " Yi Chen pondered for a while to say, paused to ask a way: "We don't go to see a branch store? "

"need not go, the family great cause, sooner or later will pay back. " Fruit back to Yi Chen does not care to wave a hand, anyway his daddy can still be cheated by him for a period of time now.

In a villa on the outskirts of town.

When dust surprised staring at the TV when the fruit, although it was only a shake, but he still recognized, fruit when the appearance of even into ash he also recognized.

Because this is the person who will become the devil, if not for the original fruit to give themselves a shot do not know what medicine, I would not have brain and nerve damage, now even basic self-care is difficult.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "fruit of time, I will not let anyone who is devoted to you and your time. " His body is now persecuted by the unknown drug even a sentence is not smooth, a little effort the body will have a great sense of reverse bite.

When dust looked up to cover his heart, eyes staring at the ceiling, he hated! He hates all things relating to pride and time and consequence! That's why he can't die. If he dies easily, it'll be too good for both of them. That's why he has to live, even if he's still alive. As long as he's alive, anything is possible.

"cough cough... " is a strong cough, when the dust powerless to lie on the SOFA, he now as long as an excited will be a strong cough, even if the mood is particularly depressed. He could only lie on the SOFA and eat and die without any desire. If it were not for the time when he was devoted to humanity and had people guarantee that he could not die or live well, he would have to live in such a mess. He left Zhang Qing to take care of him, i'm afraid he's long gone to see his parents in hell.

"Alas... " when dust some powerless sigh, although his will to survive is very strong, but this disease is irreversible, he simply can not resist, only with their strong will to persevere.

The empty room resounded with his sighs, and the gloomy sky that had once filled the warm and cozy villa was now filled with dust that hated the sun, making it impossible to draw the curtains tight enough to let in any light. Even in the light of the midday fire, the house was dark, and the dust had now adapted to the darkness, and he felt that he was born of darkness and that light was not for him.

The room is left only television in the noise of the voice, when the dust listen to some ear pain, irritable shut off the TV. "Very vexed! " When the dust impatient sigh, thought: he had accidentally known an old Chinese medicine, not clear each other can treat their own.

He is like a person who holds on to a straw against the current, clinging to it, but he just can't find the contact information of the other side.

When the Dust Lying on the sofa desperately recalled that meeting the scene of the Chinese medicine

At that time, I was still in high spirits. In the small park I usually walk through, I suddenly met an old man who looked very strong. The old man was sitting leisurely on a chair by the side of the road with a cloth flag in his hand, see oneself went to the past began to yell: "Sick see a doctor, no disease prevention, Gu's Chinese medicine free external consultation. "

A hear the other side this words is obviously to follow oneself to shout, the dust raises eyebrow to look at him, "you this free number pulse? "

"Yes, " replied the old Chinese Medicine Man, stroking his white beard.

When the dust in the mind interested, hand handed over, "that you see how my body. "

The old Chinese doctor took the pulse in one hand and continued to stroke his long beard in the other, a long time to answer: "The body condition is good, is the young man, you this heart to relax! Beware of disaster from the body... " The old Chinese medicine finished this sentence began to pick up the mess.

What do you mean, the dust is a little strange? Standing in front of the old Chinese Medicine Block each other's road, eyes fierce: "What do you mean? "

The old traditional Chinese medicine helplessly sighed, "calculate I return your father's. "

My father? When Chen was about to speak, he was interrupted by the other party, "You can keep this contact information and call me if you have any health problems. I can help you keep your life going for a few years. If I have to drag someone through the jaws of death, I can do it. "

When the dust in the mind some trance, the gate of death? What does this have to do with your father? When he came to himself, the other side had long gone, looking at the park before the eyes of the path, when dust looked at the other side to his note, there is only a string of telephone, note at the bottom of a write a "valley. ".

The Valley?

In his mind, his father knew no one surnamed Gu, let alone an old Chinese doctor.

Dust looks at the ceiling as he lies on the couch. Where does he finally put the note?

In his own mind, he did not throw away the note, because the other party with his father, so he is still very interested in the old man.

"pull out from the gate of death... ... " the dust whispers a way, he is also a foot into the gate of death.