Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1107

"If you don't want to meet in this situation, I can go back first." The voice was played softly, but it made sure Hank could hear it.

No one would want to be seen by their loved one in a lingering state of illness, taking care of his emotions, everything should be done gradually.

Hank just looked at me, as if time and space were frozen, eyes motionless, lifeless, only next to the irregularly beating heartbeat meter to prove that he was still alive.

In the world of adults, silence is a euphemism for rejection, and perhaps Hank wasn't ready to see me.

Squeezed a smile on his face and nodded slightly, telling him to take it easy, I can understand his feelings and will not complain.

Just turn around, behind you will ring Gu I knew you would come, sit. Knew you would come, sit."

Deeply inhaled, the heart of despondency and crying are suppressed, to organize the facial expression, which smiled and walked to the bedside and sat down.

"How are you feeling today? Better?" The words of greeting are always inevitably cheesy, yet watered down.

"Do you want to hear me say yes or no?" Hank spoke with great effort, yet stubbornly maintained his self-deprecating expression, not knowing who he was fighting with.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

Life and death is like a farce, a small injury, instead of being able to heartless lesson rebuke, say a bunch of words against the heart.

But when you really want to fight with death, but always smiling, telling everyone that it's okay, will get better, as if this will be able to cheat fate and change fate against the odds, but it's just a trick to deceive yourself and others.

The more you get to the last minute, the only way to hold on is to deceive yourself.

"Not good." He said extremely loudly, probably using all his strength, and then his voice dwindled down, "I am very hard and painful and very unhappy."

I knew it was a bet, but I was still sad, my hands moved, not daring to look him in the eye.

"What are you afraid of?" Hank breathed heavily, his warm breath radiating out and turning into a layer of mist on the respirator's mouthpiece.

"It's nothing." Restraining my heart, I shook my head, trying my best not to let my emotions show on my face, saying a thousand words of comfort, "Don't you be afraid is right, I've got the world's top doctors, they'll figure it out, you're Hank, you've come back from the dead three times, it's not that easy to finish."

I paused to say this, looked up, gently clenched my fist and then pushed Hank on the arm, "Be strong like a man."

Hank slowly lowered his eyes, looked at the place I touched, the emotions in his eyes still did not change, silent for a while, before slowly speaking again, "You marry me, I will insist, otherwise, it does not matter if you go to die now."

"Don't say childish things." Sighing, helplessly apologizing, "You saw it all didn't you, my wedding to Dennis, Hank, I'm living a good, happy life now, you really shouldn't cling to it anymore, let yourself go, what belongs to you has actually always been there, you just can't see it."

Hank's gaze is a little lax, as if out of focus, and as if listening carefully, it is impossible to guess his mind.

"You do not want to hear, I will not say on the line, after every day I will come to see you, personally take care of you, everything will be fine, do not think too much ......"

The words were just finished when Hank suddenly raised his voice again.

"I want to marry you."

A little unexpectedly, he looked up and met his paranoid eyes.

"You can't refuse me." Hank said coldly, "I became this way because of you. When the Vance family, in order to control Dennis, decided to skip human experiments and use you directly to verify whether the radiation could target genetic changes, it was I who traded myself and entered the lab for you, leaving the present aftermath."