Chapter 4721

Mo Xiangyi's heart was raised in an instant, thinking that He Fusheng had really suffered from a serious illness, and lost weight so quickly, even his appearance was so decadent, and he lost his energy.

Mo Xiangyi took a few steps forward, stood opposite He Fusheng across a desk, and put the wooden box in his hand on the table: "You are so sick, why don't you tell me what medicinal materials you lack, He Fusheng If I can’t find it, maybe our Mo Mansion has some treasures..."

She was so distressed that she was about to shed tears: "If I don't come today, will you keep hiding it from me until you die?"

He Fusheng: "..."

He Fusheng was originally a person with an exquisite mind. Seeing Mo Xiangyi's appearance of wanting to cry, his thoughts changed slightly, and he was a little annoyed at the moment. Who on earth cursed him to die like this behind his back, causing her to make such a fuss? Big misunderstanding.

Then she thought again, if she hadn't known that she was going to die, and she was so thin-skinned, she probably wouldn't have come to look for her so quickly and proactively so early in the morning.

He Fusheng stood up slowly, did not answer her words, but asked with concern: "Come here so early in the morning, is it useless for breakfast, why don't you eat something with me."

Mo Xiangyi couldn't bear it anymore, twisted the handkerchief tightly with both hands, and shed tears: "Tell me first, what exactly is wrong with you?

Why did my brother say that you are terminally ill, there is no cure for medicine and stones, and even Siyu, who is so good at medicine, can't do anything about your illness? "

He Fusheng rubbed his forehead with a headache: "Don't listen to Cheng Yue's nonsense, I'll be fine when I see you."

He walked around the desk, stood in front of her, took out his handkerchief to help her gently wipe away the tears falling down her face, feeling a little resentful towards Mo Chengyue in his heart, he hoped that Mo Chengyue could help him, but Didn't ask Mo Chengyue to give Xiang Yi such a strong medicine.

It scared people to tears. After all these years, he couldn't bear her to cry.

One can imagine that Xiang Yi usually has a weak temper and has always been calm, and when he heard that he was going to die, crying like this pear blossom with rain, he felt a little more joy in his heart.

These tears, which were as precious as beads, were shed for him, which showed that she also cared about him a lot in her heart, and it wasn't that she was emotionless as he thought, only shameless and dirty.

He Fusheng said that seeing her is already healed, Xiang Yi's tears fell more and more fiercely: "The incurable disease that even Siyu can't cure, how can it be so easy to heal, don't lie to me anymore."

He Fusheng was so distressed that he became more courageous, and grabbed her hand: "It is true that Siyu can't be cured, but you can. Siyu doesn't have medicine, but you have it."

Mo Xiangyi stared blankly at him with teary eyes, "I have? Do you want my blood to be used as medicine?"

"It's not your blood, it's your heart."

Mo Xiangyi shuddered: "Do you want my heart to be used as medicine?"

She was so frightened that she couldn't even cry. She looked at the person in front of her with eyes full of horror. Could it be that this person wanted to dig out her heart in exchange for his life?

He Fusheng pressed her palm to his heart: "Xiangyi, I suffer from lovesickness, as long as you are sure that you have me in your heart, my illness will be cured."

Mo Xiangyi: "..."

Mo Xiangyi recovered from the panic, and finally understood the meaning of He Fusheng's words, "Lovesickness?"

"Um."

"So, you actually didn't get sick at all. You just told my brother on purpose and asked him to tell me that you had an incurable disease, so I coaxed me to come to you right away, right?"