private romance

Song Mingzheng is actually very busy, he needs to be busy with a lot of things, and now he has to devote his energy to Mu Chenyuan, which actually makes him very irritable.For Song Mingzheng, some people are as humble as ants, and they are born to be inferior.Wasting time on such a person bothered him more than ordinary trivial matters.

"Who are you texting with?" He Tingzhao asked lazily in his arms, and suddenly smiled, "Ah Zheng, your heart is beating a little faster, are you secretly doing something bad?"

He was out of breath, but when he spoke, he was gentle, vain and soft, sounding like a spoiled child, shining in Song Mingzheng's heart together with the afternoon sun.He put away his phone calmly, lowered his head and kissed his lover in his arms, "Nonsense."

He was sending WeChat with Mu Chenyuan, but he was not emotional in his heart, so he didn't feel guilty at all because of He Tingzhao's question.

"For your body", he rubbed He Tingzhao's head, and carefully helped his weak lover turn around and change positions. He held He Tingzhao's waist and massaged it patiently.The little belly hung down on his hand, and the soft feel made him feel better, "Otherwise, there's nothing I can do when I'm with you."

"A Zheng", He Tingzhao turned his face sideways, and slowly raised his head to look at him, "It's not in a hurry, it's fine, I can still hold on."

"Hey, we're not going to hold on," Song Mingzheng said in a low voice, magnetic like water droplets stored in a cave for many years, he put a hand on He Tingzhao's chest to help him out habitually, "I don't want you to hold on, We, Xiao Zhao, don't suffer at all."

"With you here", He Tingzhao's eyebrows were curved, but his delicate face was touching, "I won't suffer."

But you obviously haven't enjoyed any blessings, Song Mingzheng thought in his heart.He stretched out his hand to lift up the paralyzed body in his arms. Without his strength, He Tingzhao would keep sliding down, like a piece of carrion only affected by gravity.

But he is obviously gentle and brilliant, becoming the only light source that Song Mingzheng is willing to approach.

Xiao Zhao.

Song Mingzheng lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of his lips again.

"Oh, what happened today..."

The voice drowned by the kiss was indistinct, revealing infinite stability and happiness.

Here Song Mingzheng was at home with He Tingzhao, but facing Mu Chenyuan was like losing contact.It's just that he's not so unreasonable, on the contrary, it's easy to understand. After all, there are many and complicated things at work, so it's normal for Song Mingzheng to work hard.

After experiencing many hardships, he has become kind and optimistic. The pressure faced by his lover is the pressure of most ordinary people. In the WeChat that comes and goes, although he often misses Song Mingzheng, he is still very sensible. Comfort him, and Try to make him happy, and hope Song Mingzheng can relax a bit.

It was so in his mind.What's the matter, the two of you are together, as long as you discuss it slowly, everything will be resolved.

Song Mingzheng arranged rehabilitation for him, and Mu Chenyuan checked the price of the rehabilitation course on the Internet and decided, shaking his head in distress. If he practiced for a year or so, he didn't know how much time he would spend on painting. No matter how you think about it, it's not worth it.But he couldn't refuse Song Mingzheng's kindness. He was thinking here that a new gym just opened near his home, and the card offers a lot of discounts.Mu Chenyuan has a very open-minded personality. He has joined some wheelie groups before, and he knows that many people will also adopt this method of going to the gym, because walking is already impossible for them, and the main thing is to keep fit function.

Mu Chenyuan immediately decided that it is better to go to the gym to exercise, and there are coaches who can provide professional guidance.He has always been able to face disabilities calmly. He crawled on the ground when he was a child. Now he can tidy himself up and live with his head held high without bothering others.

Song Mingzheng was concerned about his body. He was seldom talkative on WeChat, and he was even more reticent when he was busy. However, when he said that he could not go to the hospital for rehabilitation, Song Mingzheng responded quickly, with only two words: "No."

Mu Chenyuan pursed his lips in foolish joy, thinking where did such a fool come from, who only wanted to be good to himself.He cleared his throat and sent a sweet voice, "It's okay, hey, you don't know, I can do it myself at home. I have become a good doctor after a long illness. Don't worry about me. You have to eat on time, husband."

Every word can express the joy in his heart, and it is also the first time he calls Song Mingzheng such an intimate name, although it is only in a half-joking form.

Mu Chenyuan didn't receive a reply for a long time, and he was even more happy in his heart, which seemed to mean that Song Mingzheng had acquiesced.

But what he didn't know was that Song Mingzheng was at his home, giving He Tingzhao a massage dutifully all at once.

When the voice came over, he deleted it directly, not even interested in converting the text.

Mu Chenyuan should do what he says, and this is a good habit he has developed in his work. He completes the storyboarding and coloring of comic scripts by himself, but rarely delays updates due to personal reasons.In the evening, he went to the supermarket at the gate of the community to buy daily necessities. He really applied for a card in the gym. After the discount was 1300, he also left a phone number and WeChat. The girl who applied for the card kindly helped him push the wheelchair, but he refused with a smile "No, no, no, I can do it myself, why don't I go to the gym if I can't push a wheelchair."

The boy's eyes were squinted, and his canine teeth looked a little cute. No one could see the suffering he had suffered. Most of them only thought that the boy must have a good background, like an optimistic kitten.He has a familiar personality and always knows how to read people's faces.After a while, I became acquainted with the personal trainer and staff of the gym.

It is said that he has won several bodybuilding championships with his personal trainer figure. Mu Chenyuan was taken aback when he saw it. He was indeed a very muscular person, a type he had never seen in his life.Mu Chenyuan has been paralyzed for many years and is also malnourished. In front of him, he is as thin as a chicken.But he has a good temper, a very cheerful and easy-going person.

"In that case, let's mainly train our upper body." Mu Chenyuan felt very insecure because the back of the wheelchair he changed for fitness was extremely low. Can you keep your balance? "Don't be afraid", the coach smiled, and stretched out his hands to support his ribs, "I will help you, you can try to pull the elastic band first, take your time, if you are afraid, first support my shoulders, Pull aside."

Mu Chenyuan nodded. His severely deformed feet couldn't stand firmly on the pedals. When the coach applied force, his two thin legs, which were not much thicker than a matchstick, immediately shook non-stop, as if they were being sifted through a sieve.Immediately separated wide open, feet shaking off the pedals, facing each other sideways.Mu Chenyuan didn't put his hands under his knees to scoop them up easily, and changed the two degenerated lower limbs into a shape that would not be unsightly.

As soon as he let go, his legs fell to one side uncontrollably, but Mu Chenyuan didn't care. He put his hand on the coach's shoulder and tried his best to touch the upper handle with the other hand to pull the elastic band for exercise.

No matter how strong his self-care ability is on weekdays, the rehabilitation exercise in a professional environment still makes Mu Chenyuan a little overwhelmed. Maybe it was okay a few years ago, but now he works at his desk every day to draw cartoons, and he already has some symptoms of professional cartoonists. Neck ache, fatigue easily, and his body was already damaged. After this set of training, Mu Chenyuan was out of breath, almost feeling as if his arm had lost consciousness.

"Let's take a break for a while and let's change the item and try chest pushing. Your upper body is much better than I thought." The coach bought a glass of water for Mu Chenyuan. Did not drink.Mu Chenyuan lowered his head and picked up the water glass next to the wheelchair, and drank a lot in one go.He has urinary retention and can only use a catheter and a urine bag on weekdays, but this is better, and he feels that he has reduced a lot of troubles. The only bad problem is that he needs to drink a lot of water every day to ensure that there is no inflammation of the urinary tract.He also cares about his body, so drinking plenty of water every day has become a compulsory course for Mu Chenyuan.

After recovering his strength after a while, Mu Chenyuan recovered.The coach pointed to a place in the fixed equipment area and motioned him to come over, "Do you need help with this, can you go up by yourself?"

Mu Chenyuan squinted his eyes, looking happy like a little wild cat. He patted his chest and said confidently, "No problem! You don't have to take care of me like this."