private romance

S city, in the evening, the other courtyard in the west city.

The butler opened the car door, and the man in the car stepped out with long legs.

With his head parted sideways, a suit and leather shoes inside, and a windbreaker and a long gown, Song Mingzheng raised his eyes, his aura was horrifying in an instant, and his appearance almost completely changed.

"Third Master", the butler led the servants to salute with a smile, took the windbreaker Song Mingzheng took off, and handed over a tablet, "Young Master He is in good spirits today, and he went out for a transfer in the afternoon while the sun was good."

"Massage needs to be added at night." Song Mingzheng flipped through the recorded information on the tablet. Hearing this, he frowned, and then stretched out, "I'll do it for him."

A group of people walked into the house, Song Mingzheng had almost no expression on his face, and he didn't look like he was in the middle of the day.His extremely handsome face was stained with evil spirits, but it seemed more like himself.

Another burst of footsteps came from far to near. Listening carefully, there was a faint sound of rolling wheels.

He Tingzhao got up a little anxiously, he was not very stable in the wheelchair, he was used to casual at home, but he didn't care about his image that much.

Song Mingzheng squinted his eyes and looked at him for a few seconds, and finally smiled triumphantly. That aura was suppressed at some point, but it was a kind of gentleness completely different from that in the daytime.

"Getting up in such a hurry again, where are you going?" Song Mingzheng leaned over lightly, grabbed He Tingzhao's clothes with one hand, carefully wrapped him in his arms with the other, moved to one side, adjusted his sitting posture, People can sit more comfortably.

With lavender lips pursed lightly, He Tingzhao leaned on the headrest and watched his lover take care of himself, "Where else can I go?" His words lacked breath, and his voice was weak, barely able to complete a sentence , but there was a gentleness again, Song Mingzheng was used to hearing it and always felt that this made him the most comfortable, "You know I get sleepy easily, just wait for you."

"Sleep when you are sleepy", with this movement, the two legs have to move along with it.Her feet, wrapped in white nursing socks, were crooked on the footrests, and stepped on the custom-made soft pillows.The left foot was not very obedient, showing signs of slight convulsions, Song Mingzheng rubbed his hands twice, and after rubbing to generate heat, he naturally held up the twitching sole of the foot, kneading and pressing the sole of He Tingzhao's foot with knuckle fingers. any repulsion.

"Cramp, I've pressed less", the words were declarative sentences, without any tone, Song Mingzheng lowered his head and focused on He Tingzhao's feet, and said lightly.However, the atmosphere in the room changed quietly. The servants lowered their heads and did not dare to speak, all looking nervous.

The well-known Third Master Song in S City is squatting beside the electric wheelchair at this moment, rubbing the feet of his lover He Tingzhao who has been with him for many years, this is not uncommon in the eyes of the servants.It's just that those rumors about him are also mostly true.

For them, Song Sanye is a violent master.

"I miss you", only the person in the wheelchair still looked relaxed and gentle.He Tingzhao raised his right arm with great effort, his fingers were curled up in an irregular shape, some were curled up so much that they were completely tucked into the palm of his hand, some were slightly bent and straightened, and it seemed that he could only maintain this shape, completely Can no longer curl up, when the bent right hand is raised, the palm naturally droops.Abnormal deformity.The nurse behind him quickly reached out to support his arm to prevent him from suddenly losing strength.

He Tingzhao lowered his eyelids, he stretched his hand forward to touch Song Mingzheng's face, and rubbed it lightly.In fact, his hand couldn't touch Song Mingzheng originally, but that person was silent and silent, but moved forward without a trace.

He Tingzhao's eyes were filled with warm water, which seemed to contain the tenderness of half a lifetime, "Ah Zheng hasn't been home for a long time, and I miss your feet too, so I want you to massage them." He comforted him like a joke , Song Mingzheng raised his head, his expression was normal, but he looked like a beast with his sharp edge restrained, "I didn't hear that you didn't go out less, and you went out to play if you didn't go in the afternoon?" In the pillow, rub the toes curled up in the socks, and then fix them. "Don't blow the hair, I'm too worried."

He stood up, moved closer to a light kiss, and it landed on He Tingzhao's face, "Go eat, I finally rested for a few days, and stay at home with you."

The two of them don't look like a visual match.

Song Mingzheng had a face of astonishment when he was born, and after he became an adult, he became more outstanding every year. It is rare for others to show some color against him, let alone He Tingzhao at all. Not a peerless beauty.

He has been paralyzed for more than ten years, and his heart and lungs have been weakened again and again in recent years. He was considered extraordinary in his youth, but those who have been tortured by diseases in the past have disappeared.But his bones are gentle, and he still looks innocent.

There are only two high-ranking families in S City, Donghe and Xisong, but the Song family is not an aborigine in S City.More than ten years ago, Song Mingzheng's father was still doing shady business. In order to avoid accidents, he had to send the three children to different inland cities.On the other hand, the economy is prosperous, and if the children and grandchildren grow up, they can also expand their business, so that the Song family will always be as prosperous as the sun is rising and the moon is constant.

Song Mingzheng was sent to City S, where he met He Tingzhao.

The fate is so wonderful that the ancestors of the He family settled here, and the generations are regarded as the "Emperors of Earth" here.He Tingzhao is the only son of the He family's generation. Originally, he and Song Mingzheng were incompatible, but the two quickly fell in love. Back then, the young man could not wait to be in love for the rest of his life.

After that is another story.

He had been slaughtered and slaughtered all his life, but Song's father became ill from overwork, and finally fell into the business field.The three brothers Song Mingzheng were sent to different cities since they were young, and they had never met each other a few times. They didn't even have a chance to fight for the family property, so they were cornered by their enemies who heard the news.

Only Song Mingzheng survived, and eventually became the Third Master Song who overshadowed the sky today.

At that time, He Tingzhao was by his side day and night, the He parents thought over and over again, bet their treasure on him, and tried their best to help him turn the tables and help him rise to the top.Song Mingzheng is more talented than they imagined, and he grew up extremely fast. Now he is powerful and powerful, and he is only in his twenties.

He didn't feel that he had put in too much effort to live up to now, but naturally there was a price. When he was found by his enemies, a bullet shot into He Tingzhao's body made Song Mingzheng feel so painful that he collapsed.

His Xiao Zhao never stood up again.

Now that the two of them are in an ordinary family, it would not be an exaggeration for He Tingzhao to say that he is the married wife who has experienced bad things.

All the rooms are heated 24 hours a day. Song Mingzheng unbuttoned his shirt casually. He pushed the wheelchair to the dining table and fed He Tingzhao himself.

He Tingzhao eats light food. In recent years, the doctor has ordered a lot of taboos. The food at home is basically based on his taste. Song Mingzheng changed his mouth accordingly. The original spicy hobby was forced to give up, but now he also feels the taste of clear soup with little water. better.

He picked up the crushed vegetable porridge, carefully filled it with a soft spoon and fed it to He Tingzhao. The man leaned on the headrest with a smile on his face, but turned his head slightly and refused to eat, "Hold, I want Ah Zheng to hug me." , Hey in my arms."

"No, be careful if you choke." Song Mingzheng frowned slightly and refused, "If I want to be hugged, let the nurse feed me."

"Then don't eat, I won't be hungry anyway." He Tingzhao blinked and looked at Song Mingzheng, "Ah Zheng doesn't even want to hug me anymore." His words were both relaxed and mischievous.

"I'm really used to you!" Song Mingzheng reprimanded lightly, but he didn't really raise his voice, "I'm going to talk when I'm dizzy."

He took care of He Tingzhao meticulously, but since the early stage of paralysis, He Tingzhao's blood pressure has been very poor, dizziness is common when moving, and now his heart and lungs are weakening day by day, Song Mingzheng dare not move him easily.It's just that he faces an enemy every day, but He Tingzhao himself still looks relaxed.

Song Mingzheng moved gently, and slowly turned He Tingzhao to his side, supported his neck and let him lean into his arms first, He Tingzhao lay on his shoulder for a long time without speaking, Song Mingzheng stroked his back to accompany him He survived the dizziness, and when he heard a chuckle "It's all right" from his shoulder, Song Mingzheng hugged his body, and pulled He Tingzhao out of the wheelchair into his arms.

"Ah Zheng, wait," He Tingzhao raised his head from Song Mingzheng's arms, rubbing his hair against Song Mingzheng's neck, which tickled Song Mingzheng's heart, "Let go, let me try, I practiced before, it seems that I can sit A few seconds."

"Really?" Song Mingzheng opened his eyes wide when he heard the words, his pupils lit up for a moment, and kissed the forehead of the person in his arms. He gently let go of the hand that was holding He Tingzhao's soft waist from behind, but he didn't dare to pull it too far away. "Xiao Zhao, don't dare to be brave."

"I'll try it, it's only a few seconds." He Tingzhao smiled at him, and slowly rubbed his right hand against Song Mingzheng's chest and abdomen for support. stand up.He Tingzhao spent a lot of effort, rubbing against Song Mingzheng crookedly and "reclining" upright, he couldn't even say that he was sitting on his own, but immediately fell down again, so frightened that Song Mingzheng immediately stretched out his arms to hug him.

But this little bit of progress already surprised and delighted Song Mingzheng. He kept kissing He Tingzhao who was still panting in his arms, which was a rare joy.He Tingzhao fell into his arms, wasting too much energy, not only dazzled, but the dull pain from his heart also made him quite uncomfortable, he had to slowly have the strength to speak.

It's just that he can see that Song Mingzheng is very happy, and that's worth it. It's not in vain for him to persevere in rehabilitation and let this broken body last longer.

Dinner was eaten very slowly. On the one hand, Song Mingzheng fed him carefully. Most of the time, he was by He Tingzhao's side, and he was more careful than professional nurses.On the other hand, he hadn't come back for several days, both of them were thinking too hard, they had to talk sweet words even after a meal, they had been with each other for many years, and they didn't get tired of each other.

It's just that the time passed so quickly, but He Tingzhao's body couldn't bear it.After the meal was over, he collapsed limply in Song Mingzheng's arms, without any strength to support himself, as if he was very tired.Even after eating the last few mouthfuls, when the spoon was brought to He Tingzhao's lips, Song Mingzheng had to call him in a low voice, so that he could open his mouth to eat slowly and consciously, and then Song Mingzheng stroked his throat for him, helping him little by little. Swallow.

Song Mingzheng had to deal with a lot of business chores every day, but he spent most of his time on He Tingzhao. After a long time, he couldn't see the slightest bit of impatience from the frightening Third Master Song, who took care of others. But also more skilled and gentle.He Tingzhao often joked that you, Song San, are really suitable to be a nurse. The job is good and the price is low, and you won’t secretly bully your employer. The price is cheap and he likes to cling to others, the kind that recognizes his employer, not my family’s not clingy.” Giving He Tingzhao a coquettish smile, he leaned on the headrest and gasped for breath, Song Mingzheng had to panic again Lay the wheelchair flat and rub his chest for him, and when he recovers for a while, put on a straight face and say no more nonsense.

He Tingzhao was diagnosed with severe heart failure last winter.

When the test results came out, Song Mingzheng fainted on the spot.The last time Song Sanye got sick, he couldn't even remember. The doctor hurriedly hung a bottle of glucose for him.The first thing Song Mingzheng did when he woke up was to pull out the needle, press the doctor against the wall and beat him up with his own hands.With red eyes open, he grabbed the doctor's collar against the wall and yelled, "How did this happen! Ah? Change it for me, change it for me! I'm going to kill you quack doctors!"

No one can suppress Song Mingzheng, and no one dares to stop him.

He Tingzhao's nurse came to knock on the door, looked at the furious Song Mingzheng, and saluted neither humble nor overbearing, "Third Master, Young Master He said that you made him rest."

The master bedroom was so far away that he couldn't actually hear it at all.

Song Mingzheng dropped the doctor and staggered to see He Tingzhao.Along the way, many things flashed through his mind, most of which were the vows the two of them made when He Tingzhao was healthy when he was young.

The Song family is in the business of licking blood at the edge of a knife, Mr. He Tingzhao likes to make him swear over and over again that he will live a long life, Ah Zheng can't leave me alone.

He said so much, but he just forgot to ask He Tingzhao to post one too.

Xiao Zhao, if I live a long life alone, what's the point?I don't want to be white, but I can't leave now. We are only in our twenties, but it seems that we have spent half our lives with you.

How can you bear it?

He Tingzhao was destined to have this day from the moment he was injured. He was seriously injured, and sooner or later he would have to face this problem. Song Mingzheng had thought about it, but after ten years of life like this, he had already forgotten to be prepared for danger in times of peace.

He took good care of He Tingzhao, but it seemed like he couldn't keep him.

Song Mingzheng stood up slowly, and carried He Tingzhao back into the wheelchair.If it was in the past, he could just take him back to his room and sleep.It's just that now he doesn't dare anymore, so he can only put it back in the wheelchair so that he can put on oxygen, and then push him back to the room.

He couldn't bear even the slightest accident, it wasn't that He Tingzhao couldn't bear it.Even if he was just unwell, Song Mingzheng was even more uncomfortable.