Good Morning, Mr. President!

Shang Shiyu suffered an extreme. She knew that she was fooling around, and no one could control her life, but she was so afraid, so afraid that he would leave herself.

She choked and put his hands around his neck again. He was angry and wanted to pull her hand down again, and she surrendered immediately, begging, "Don't be angry with me, I'm wrong ... I won't make you angry by saying such things."

Tang didn't move.

She touched his cheek. "Don't be sloppy, okay? I promise I won't talk anymore and will never be willful."

How could Tang Wei be really angry with her? Moreover, she pleased herself in such a low voice, making him even more angry. She dragged her hand and hugged her instead. She patted her on the back with a big palm, and her face had completely eased.

Otherwise, one day, he will die without staring.

He didn't dare continue to say this.

Shang Shiyu no longer dared to say what he had just said, trying to hold back his crying and hug him tightly.

It's just that no one knows what the future will be like.

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Chemotherapy once a week is an unbearable torment for Tang Mirai.

However, because there was rain in Shang Shi, he felt that these days were much better than before.

During the Spring Festival, Shang Shiyu didn't go back, so he kept by Tang Wei's bed. Fortunately, the Spring Festival in the Tang family is very lively, and she is very happy here.

just……

This good situation did not last long, and Tang Wei's situation seemed to be getting worse and worse.

He lost a lot of weight and began to fall into a deep sleep for a long time. Repeated fevers make it hard to wake up. Chemotherapy has too many side effects and has to be stopped halfway. In this way, the treatment has fallen into a bottleneck period, leaving doctors unable to start.

Shang Shiyu was still guarding him in the ward, and even if he didn't wake up, she wouldn't leave. He woke up occasionally, with dry, pale lips, and wanted to talk to her, but couldn't say a few words and continued to fall into a coma.

Shang Shiyu collects the hair falling off his pillow every day before he wakes up. Everyone thought she couldn't stand this kind of suffering, but during this time, she didn't shed a tear, and accompany him with a faith.

In the hospital, all the doctors looked more and more dignified.

Tang and Song had a joke with Shang Shiyu before, and activated the atmosphere of the ward, but recently, his look has become more and more stuffy, and he has become more and more reticent.

Shang Shiyu never asked anyone what happened to Tang Wei. She was afraid that the faith she had worked to build would be destroyed without trace. She hoped that everything would get better.

Isn't there a bone marrow transplant? After the bone marrow transplant, he will be as healthy as before, will wake up, talk to her, marry her, and then they go on for a long time.

She lived in the world of lies she built for herself, comforting herself and holding a trace of hope.

Until this day ...

As soon as Shang Shiyu finished her mother's phone call from the stairs outside, she opened the heavy security door, and when she was going back to the ward, she heard the words of two nurses.

"What did you just talk about? What happened to Siye's condition?"

"Hey, Professor Wang said that now I can only expect Siye to stick to it until he has a bone marrow transplant."

"However, chemotherapy is not effective and transplantation cannot be performed."

"So ..." The nurse sighed. "Now I'm afraid that Siye can't support chemotherapy at all."

Shang Shiyu's hand on the door shook terribly.

Can't support chemotherapy ...

What means?

She took a few breaths, not knowing how much effort it took to finally push the door open. Seeing her, the two nurses were shocked and looked at each other in a panic, and hurriedly greeted: "Miss Shang."

"What you said just now ... is it true?" Shang Shiyu supported the door, so as not to let his body go down. I just felt dark.

Nurse, look at me, I look at you, I don't know how to continue. During this period of time, everyone in Shang Shiyu's devotion looked at each other's eyes and knew how deep she and Siye's relationship was. If Si Ye really left, it would be a devastating blow to her.

"Sister-in-law." Tang Song came out of the conference room and saw her red eyes, and her eyes were more dignified.

Shang Shiyu saw Tang and Song, his eyes blinked. Tang and Song's throat rolled, trying to say something to comfort her, but couldn't say anything. In the end, he just sank: "I'll accompany you for a walk, and I don't have to be in the hospital all day."

Shang Shiyu still didn't ask about her condition, she just said quietly: "I want to go back to my trip and stop by Tang Wei."

"Okay. I'll go with you."

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When Tang Song drove the merchant, Yu first returned to the neighborhood where she lived. Her expression was always heavy, her hands pressed against her legs, her hands clenched tightly, her fingers almost bleeding from her palms, and she never let go.

Tang and Song would like to say something to relieve her, or to revitalize the heavy atmosphere now, but he can never say a word.

Brother Si's condition is so bad now that he is not in a good mood. Moreover, since many things are to be faced, she will face them sooner or later. In the face of fragile life, all comfort is pale.

Shang Shiyu didn't say a word. When he got downstairs in the community, he went upstairs alone and took out the family register.

Then, they both went to Tang Wei's villa and entered the password.

"Do you know where his family register is usually placed?" Shang Shiyu asked Tang Song.

Tang and Song were not sure, "Maybe in the drawer over there, look for it."

Shang Shiyu was in the study, and the drawers were turned over one by one. In the drawer, I didn't turn the household registration book, but I turned out the pictures. Countless photos of her.

In each photo, she smiled and was very happy.

Yes, when she was with him, no moment was unhappy. Even if he had a temper with him occasionally, it was just a sweet flavor.

Shang Shiyu looked at them one by one, and his eyes were covered with mist. This is what Grandpa said, and he has a lot of photos of her at home. She hadn't noticed anything when she came before.

If she could, she wished that time could be turned back.

"Xunzi, what's your birthday?" Tang Song suddenly turned his face and asked her.

Shang Shiyu sucked his nose, pressed the bitterness of the sky back into his belly, and only reported the numbers as calmly as possible.

"It's on!" Tang Song pointed to the safe. "My brother's safe password is too perfunctory. It's really your birthday."