Shock! The male protagonist has turned dark again, the host should pamper him

After hearing the system's report, Xu Muzhe's mood did not become relieved, but even more uncomfortable.

He chose to use such a painful method to clear Lu Zhuohan's black value. Seeing Lu Zhuohan so sad, he felt very uncomfortable.

"I don't regret meeting you." Xu Muzhe held Lu Zhuohan's face and gently wiped away his tears. "Do you regret it?"

Lu Zhuohan shook his head, "I just..."

He couldn't say he regretted it, but he couldn't bear to let Xu Muzhe suffer such a thing.

"Okay, don't feel guilty." Xu Muzhe put one arm around his waist and patted his back gently with the other, as if comforting a baby. "I know my body well. In fact, I often fainted and felt unwell long before I met you."

"Really?" Lu Zhuohan looked at him doubtfully, trying to find a hint of certainty in his eyes. "Then why have you been putting it off until you go to the hospital?"

"Maybe you think it's not that serious." Xu Muzhe smiled lightly, "Actually, it's all fate. Maybe I did too many wrong things and killed you, so I got retribution."

Lu Zhuohan couldn't bear to hear him say such things, so he blocked his mouth with a kiss.

"No, my suicide has nothing to do with you. It's my own choice."

"Then please stop crying."

Lu Zhuohan remembered that Xu Muzhe was a patient and could not be affected by negative emotions, so he sniffed and tried his best to suppress his tears.

"Are you hungry? I'll go find my mom and bring you some food."

Xu Muzhe shook his head, staring at him with gentle eyes, "Please stay with me, I want to talk to you more."

Lu Zhuohan looked at Xu Muzhe's face, and the gloom in his heart was illuminated by the sunlight, and seemed to be less depressing.

He lowered his head and leaned tightly in Xu Muzhe's arms.

"Don't be afraid. My mother promised me that she would find a better doctor and you will get better."

As long as he gets good news, he will take the initiative to leave Xu Muzhe and never come to disturb him again.

"Really, believe me, you will get better." Lu Zhuohan said word by word.

Maybe he was comforting Xu Muzhe, or maybe he was comforting himself.

Xu Muzhe smiled faintly and did not answer.

After this day, Xu Muzhe remained lying in the hospital, never stepping out of the ward, and became increasingly thinner day by day.

The company was handed over to Lu Zhuohan's second uncle to manage, and he no longer asked about work matters.

During this period, his second uncle came to visit Xu Muzhe.

Because Xu Muzhe fell ill and knew what happened that year, the second uncle became much more polite towards Xu Muzhe. Sometimes when he looked at the other's face, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

"The company has been running well recently, so you should just take good care of yourself." The second uncle said stiffly, "If my nephew were still alive, he would be heartbroken to see you like this, so you must not give up treatment and must live well."

Xu Muzhe turned his head and glanced at Lu Zhuohan who was sitting in the corner.

It really hurts.

As long as he wasn't paying attention, this guy would secretly wipe away his tears.

"I want to ask you a favor." Xu Muzhe said.

Hearing Xu Muzhe's serious tone, the second uncle couldn't help but straighten his back.

"what?"

"Please lend me your Lu family's lawyer. I want to make a will."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Zhuohan suddenly turned his head to look at Xu Muzhe. The corners of his mouth were white from being bitten by him, and his eyes were full of pain.

Second Uncle was also very angry, frowning and saying, "Are you going to give up now?"

Xu Muzhe smiled weakly, "I'm not giving up, I'm just making preparations. Although I don't want to think so, what if? I don't have any relatives in this world, so I have to make arrangements for a large sum of money."

Second Uncle was silent for a long time, then he slowly nodded.

"Okay, I'll call him over now."

My second uncle called the lawyer, and in less than an hour, the lawyer appeared in the ward with a briefcase.

"I no longer have the strength to write." Xu Muzhe said to the lawyer with a smile.

“You can choose to record audio and video.”

"it is good."

The lawyer immediately called two disinterested witnesses and picked up the video recording equipment.

Xu Muzhe's will was simple: he would choose a talented person from the Lu family to inherit all his shares. Until the assessment was completed, the shares would be temporarily kept by his second uncle.

His other property was divided into two parts.

One was donated to charity and the other was left to Xie Shuzhi.

After finishing the will, Xu Muzhe felt a little tired and raised his hand to rub his temples.

"Don't you hate our Lu family?" Second Uncle asked in a complicated tone, "Why did you return the shares to us?"

"You are the ones who are most familiar with the Lu Group and are the best candidates to protect my parents' invention. I wouldn't trust anyone else. Besides, I'm almost dead and don't have any relatives around me. I have no other choice but to give it to you."

Listening to Xu Muzhe's words, the second uncle lowered his head in shame.

"I treated you badly before, I apologize."

Xu Muzhe quickly waved his hands, "No, I thought you were pretty nice before. If you suddenly apologize to me, I'll think you're pitying me."

Second Uncle sighed, "Rest well and actively seek treatment. I hope today's will will not be needed."

Xu Muzhe nodded.

After everyone left, Xu Muzhe called out Lu Zhuohan's name.

Lu Zhuohan had his back to him, not moving at all, and completely refusing to pay any attention to him.

Xu Muzhe's expression became helpless. "Xiao Han, you know I don't have the strength to get out of bed right now and can't go over to comfort you. So can you please turn around and look at me, even if you don't say anything. I feel so uneasy when you have your back to me like this."

These words undoubtedly hurt Lu Zhuohan's heart.

He turned around and looked at Xu Muzhe with red eyes.

"Don't you believe me?"

"No, I always believed what you said."

"Why are you making a will so early? What's the difference between you and sentencing yourself to death?"

"I just want to make plans in advance." Xu Muzhe raised his hand and smiled at him gently, "Can you come over?"

Although Lu Zhuohan was still angry with Xu Muzhe, he couldn't bear it when he saw him raising his hand tremblingly, so he walked over and held his hand.

Touching his bony hands, his nose felt sore and he couldn't help crying.

"Please don't die."