private romance

Ever since He Tingzhao was injured, Song Mingzheng felt that God was against him all the time.

All the angles and standards of his view of the world have undergone a complete reversal.Originally, he thought that he should be lazy by nature. In his few childhood memories, his parents never praised him for his special business talent or his enthusiasm for fighting.

He is very smart, but he is not gregarious, and he is even less lazy to fight.The Song family also inherited the beauty that has been handed down. This skin has been outstanding since childhood, but the body is not steel and iron, so it can't play a decisive role.

Many things were fought within the family, and Song Mingzheng found it boring since he was a child. He could just let God throw dice at random in his life.

So he was really played with until now.

In the past, I only thought that love was the only thing I actively chose, but now I have to be beaten to pieces.

He looked extremely embarrassed.

This feeling of powerlessness made Song Mingzheng feel very irritable, and at the same time his irritability mixed with the fear of losing He Tingzhao, became a kind of strong anxiety, which invaded day and night, and even made his work and rest more chaotic than before.

Even He Tingzhao had never used sleeping pills for many years under his care, but Song Mingzheng himself started taking them first.

The flawless face was still gorgeous, as if there were no gaps in it.Song Mingzheng lowered his eyes slightly, casting only a small shadow on the bottom of his eyes, which was faintly blue when he looked carefully.

He didn't look emotional. He just finished the work at hand and turned off the computer.He was going to contact Boris to inquire about Mu Chenyuan's situation. Next, he would follow the nutritionist's advice to cook for Mu Chenyuan and send it to him. He would see him eating before coming back, and take care of He Tingzhao's body.

I don't know when this day will be the top, maybe it's because I have done too many bad things, Song Mingzheng thought, it's the retribution from God.

But the thought was just a fleeting moment, and fuck it.

The phone was placed on the table and kept vibrating. Song Mingzheng stretched out two fingers and pinched it. Originally, only He Tingzhao could dial in this number. Now there is another little bastard he hates, so it feels very noisy when it vibrates.

"Say", Song Mingzheng doesn't smoke at home, but now his throat is itchy and uncomfortable, "You called me three times this morning, Mu Chenyuan, you better really have something to do."

"Brother, am I sick?" The voice on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed astonished and aggrieved, "Aren't you recovering in the hospital? , it hurts me to death."

"Treat me if you are sick", Song Mingzheng snorted softly, his attitude towards Mu Chenyuan has always been neither cold nor cold, but the waiter is really good, and he doesn't seem so indifferent, "Do whatever the doctor tells you to do. "

"Be obedient." The voice on the other end of the phone sounded coquettish. Song Mingzheng was not surprised. He closed his eyes slightly. He was so sleepy that he was tired of talking to Mu Chenyuan. "I only have one request for you."

"Brother, but it's so boring here, you just stay here for a while every day." Mu Chenyuan was holding the phone in one hand and infusing with the other, and the fluid he didn't understand slowly dripped into his body.Although people always have an instinctive reaction to feel that this is not a routine rehabilitation activity, not to mention the trust in Song Mingzheng, this is not the case, but no one will think too deeply or too darkly, nor It's too fantastical "I've been bored these few days, and I'm done painting next month, can you go home and come back in a few days? Or if you have time, let's go out and have fun?"

"Dreaming", Song Mingzheng didn't have any ups and downs, he opened and closed his thin lips, and only uttered two words.Mu Chenyuan waited for a long time but didn't get the follow-up, feeling aggrieved, he could only complain in a low voice, "Why are you so fierce...I have exercised well."

Today is his eighth day in the hospital.

The young man looks very thin, but he is full of energy, like a puppy with big eyes blinking, even if he just had a little friction with the person he likes, and his ears drooped, he still looks cute .

He doesn't know what's going on, it's just been the most normal week of his life, not much different from usual.

Mu Chenyuan snorted and hung up the phone.He was infusing with one hand, so he couldn't use force together, so he had to grab the railing of the nursing bed with one hand to turn himself over.His legs had no muscles and no muscle tone, so it was very convenient to turn his upper body and pull his lower body.As long as he stretched out his hand and pulled the limp thigh, the two deformed and edematous soles would be dragged to the other side along with the calf.

Mu Chenyuan didn't pay much attention to them, anyway, it's useless anyway, usually he would take out a pillow to cushion it by himself, but now that one hand is inconvenient, he doesn't bother to do it anymore.Mu Chenyuan leaned sideways to feel a little more comfortable, his eyes rolled around, and he was weird. In fact, he was not that boring, let alone angry. He just wanted to find an excuse to stay with Song Mingzheng for a while.He is not a fool either. He lowered his eyes to look at the two deformed feet crooked at the end of the bed. The insteps of the feet were black and red, and there were traces that could not be washed off. Small boys, when they were young, only thought that they could live. Now that they have love, they naturally feel a little inferior.

But he is not ignorant, they have known each other for a short time, Song Mingzheng is so good-looking, he must have been coaxed to get used to it before, he has a good temper, and he doesn't feel uncomfortable if he takes the initiative, life is not always a matter of going well .

But occasionally he also wishes to be coaxed.But now, Mu Chenyuan stared at the unresponsive phone screen, and immediately regretted it again.

He has a keen sense of human emotions, and knew that Song Mingzheng must have something else that affected his mood, so his tone sounded worse than usual.Mu Chenyuan thought that he hadn't made any mistakes, and planned to wait until Song Mingzheng came to deliver the meal at night, and then say a few nice words to coax him, the steps are always easy to descend.

Song Mingzheng was indeed in a bad mood.

On the eighth day, he just received the test report from Burris.

It was still unqualified, and although all indicators of the transplant that were perfectly adapted to He Tingzhao had increased, they were still far behind.Some growth is not very consoling news for Song Mingzheng. The only thing that made him happy today was He Tingzhao's physical examination. After a few days of careful cultivation and treatment, his body recovery speed is not enough. Slow down, I had a fever after being exposed to the rain, but it has completely subsided now, and it hasn't happened again.

MRI, CT scan and many other examinations, because he has started taking medication, the decline of He Tingzhao's body has obviously slowed down, and the nursing results have begun to appear.These things are still due to the meticulous care in the past, and the body has a certain foundation to resist the sudden attack of these diseases.

Song Mingzheng has been forced to spend a week in anxiety, staying beside He Tingzhao, he is no longer as anxious as he was at the beginning, after all, as long as one does not really reach that critical moment, one will not have a sense of urgency to be squeezed by fate.But he was still bored, even if he didn't talk about anything, just getting along with people other than He Tingzhao was already painful enough for him.

But he had to give Mu Chenyuan enough patience, even if he had to force the operation, he had to minimize the risk.

They still have months to stall for each other.

Song Mingzheng pinched the center of his eyebrows, picked up his phone and typed a line of words "I'll take you out to play tomorrow."

Almost seconds after sending it back, Mu Chenyuan sent him an emoji package, and replied, "My brother loves me the most! When do you get off work? I'll call you."

Song Mingzheng just wanted to say something and called now, but his ears picked up the sound faster than his fingers, so he quickly turned off the screen and stood up.

Almost at the same time, the nurse pushed open the door.

"A Zheng"

He Tingzhao lay in bed for a full ten days, this was the first time he was able to get out of bed on his own initiative.The backrest of the wheelchair was placed very low, making him almost half-recumbent when he was pushed out. The blanket was changed from underarms to toes, wrapping most of his body tightly.His body was extremely weak, but he looked a little rounder. The medicine he took contained a lot of hormones, which made his whole body slightly swollen.

"Why are you up?" Song Mingzheng kicked the chair away, stepped over, and knelt down on one knee beside the wheelchair.He Tingzhao's hands were placed by his side, quietly placed aside, his fisted palms had a faint tendency to slip into the gaps in the wheelchair, Song Mingzheng held them carefully, even the fingers that were clasped inside were soft, placed on him He began to knead and press his palms naturally, but he consciously relaxed his movements. He Tingzhao's body was swollen now. According to his previous strength, he would inevitably feel pain. "Is it uncomfortable?"

"It's much better." He Tingzhao's half-recumbent posture is not convenient to see him, so he tried his best to move his neck, trying to tilt his head to look at Song Mingzheng.The nurse quickly put his palm under his neck to support his neck, so as not to let him suddenly lose the support and head drooping.Song Mingzheng knew what he was thinking, so he moved forward a little, and the distance between the two became closer.

"It feels like I haven't woken up for a long time." He smiled, not very touching, but very gentle. Today, he was in a good state. He only took oxygen when he got up. Now he doesn't wear nasal oxygen, and he doesn't feel too uncomfortable. "Ah Zheng, You have worked hard these past few days, look, you look so haggard."

"No." When Song Mingzheng spoke, his voice dropped a few degrees unconsciously, as if it was not much worse than his weak lover. "Just let me save some time."

"I'm not worried." He Tingzhao blinked his eyes, as if he had been lying down for the past few days and nothing happened again. "Get up, stay with me."

He complained a little, "I couldn't do without you, Ah Zheng is too busy, please stay with me these two days. I still want to see Hua'er, you can always bring me back when you accompany me of."

It was always easy for him to hit Song Mingzheng's weakness with one shot.

"No", those Ruifeng eyes closed for a moment, as if it was extremely difficult to suppress emotions, these two words of gentle refusal were extremely difficult to say.

"Xiao Zhao is obedient, you rest at home."