private romance

Song Mingzheng took a cold shower, and when he got out, he was still surrounded by the warmth of the room, which made him feel inexplicably at ease.At least in this environment, the material foundation gave He Tingzhao temporary protection and a certain sense of security.

He won't lose the person in front of him too quickly, at least he still has time to breathe.

Song Mingzheng now often feels that there is not enough time, but sometimes he will squander it indifferently.A large bath towel was draped over his head, and he wiped away the dripping water casually, and he didn't bother to dry it quickly. In the process of doing his hair like this, he just leaned against the end of the bed, and looked at He Tingzhao unconsciously for a long time.

He Tingzhao actually has a thin and long face, with a small point on his chin.He didn't grow flesh on his face, and his eyebrows and eyes were obviously gentle, but Song Mingzheng would feel involuntarily when he touched his chin occasionally, this person should have been reincarnated as a vixen in his previous life.

Otherwise, how could he just be fascinated by him.

Stretching his hand into the quilt, the diapers were still dry, in fact, he could change them now, but Song Mingzheng didn't want to disturb He Tingzhao's sleep.Taking advantage of the heat in his hands, he slowly bent a paralyzed leg to turn He Tingzhao over, and did some gentle pressing.Those paralyzed feet are now hanging on his palm, but they are only about the size of his palm.Song Mingzheng's slightly turned soft paralyzed feet drooped under the palm of Song Mingzheng's palm, and the newly pruned toes shrunk slightly inward.Song Mingzheng held He Tingzhao's soles to help him move slowly, and finally placed them on the soft pillow carefully.

Tucking the quilt up for He Tingzhao, Song Mingzheng skillfully checked whether all the medical equipment was in normal operation.He Tingzhao had already fallen into a coma again, because of heart and lung failure, he opened his mouth uncontrollably, and his sleeping appearance was not very good.Song Mingzheng happened to take the prepared warm towel to wipe off the saliva that slipped on him, and gently kissed his lover's forehead.

Sweet dreams, baby.

The bathrobe was loosely tied in a knot. The man's body was long and slender, his muscles were well-proportioned, his every gesture carried an innate aura of nobility, and his face was even more handsome.He slowly went back to the study, leisurely step by step, but he seemed to be thinking about something, his half-closed Ruifeng eyes looked very lazy.

Not quite right again.

Fierce, when He Tingzhao fell asleep, Song Mingzheng briefly left the world where his lover lived, and the aura that could oppress people at any time pervaded unconsciously again.

Song Mingzheng did think a lot on the way to the study.But it's not as good as outsiders can see, it's not his business, it's not his territory, and it's not the little bastard he locked up in a private hospital... What's the name of that little thing?Song Mingzheng couldn't even recall it all at once, he often forgot about these things, and his mind always had more empty time.More memories, more time, he only wants to think about He Tingzhao, to carefully remember everything about him.

In fact, Song Mingzheng felt that he was very cowardly, he was such a person who lived by love.

What suddenly popped up in my mind, layer upon layer, was all about my youth.Those memories pierced through time and space and the limitations of human memory, filling every corner of Song Mingzheng's mind, illuminating his entire life like light, and being too hot to make him feel extremely painful.

He Tingzhao thought they fell in love at first sight, and until now he likes to pester Song Mingzheng to ask him why he agreed to be together.After all, they had never met him before, and he was only amazed by this young man with perfect appearance in the west city, but in Song Mingzheng's eyes, he should have been mediocre.

But no, actually not.Song Mingzheng recalled that time alone countless times, his uneasy secret love, he came to live in S city earlier than He Tingzhao knew about it.It's just that in order to protect him in the past, no such news was released. Before he came to this villa that was originally full of ivy and roses, he was first fostered and lived a life under the fence for nearly a year.

Because the He family is located in City S, the East City has always been developed first in the past.Song Mingzheng lived in Dongcheng at that time, next to the most expensive private middle school.

The sound of reading aloud comes from the school every day, but he sounds irritable.Sometimes the sun is shining brightly, and he just got up from the bed, and the curtains are thick to cover the light he hates, but the sound is endless.Song Mingzheng is moody and young. He would look into the mirror and stare at the pretty face inside, then suddenly smash the mirror, and then jump on the broken pieces, the soles of his feet were covered in blood; Curtains, revealing an upturned phoenix eye from the inconspicuous townhouse here, took out the gun that his parents gave him when he left his hometown in France, born in such a family, that It was the only gift he received as a child.

The foster family has long noticed his strangeness, and they dare not stop him, but they are afraid of him.Song Mingzheng didn't care about these things and was not affected.Later, He Tingzhao always felt that Song Mingzheng suffered too much when he was a child, but he himself didn't feel much.

He didn't need childhood, he didn't need the so-called happiness, and he didn't even think about the reasons for needing it.

He's gloomy, and he's boring.

Sooner or later, the boring villain will do those outrageous things, even if he hasn't grown up yet.

But he finally dropped the gun from the curtain.

After gesticulating to and fro, in the end, a shadow of a person was reflected in his eyes.

The boy jumped out from the fence of the playground. His skin was very fair, but it was different from the white that Song Mingzheng was used to now. It was a healthy, natural milky white.Song Mingzheng's eyesight is excellent, and he can even see the slight rosiness on his face because of his jumping movements.

Then there were groups of chattering teenagers jumping down, He Tingzhao, who was just a young master from a rich family at that time, waved at them from a distance, and then they hung shoulders and shoulders, and went nowhere.

Song Mingzheng still didn't feel anything, but he felt that he was not so boring anymore.

He Tingzhao often skipped classes during big breaks, and later Song Mingzheng even memorized his daily habits, which foot would land first.He also remembers other people's faces occasionally, and some of those people are still familiar to him now, because they still have a good relationship with He Tingzhao.

His Xiao Zhao has always been a popular character from the beginning to the end.Not like himself, like a healthy but imprisoned monster.

Like this, he hid in a house a few meters away, and watched the bell for the end of get out of class at [-]:[-] every day. At [-]:[-] in the morning, when the sun was at its best, he fell in love with him secretly.

Later, Song Mingzheng moved to Xicheng because of the family's order.

With this entire mansion of his own, he no longer needs to hide from the annoying sunlight, but actually walks into the darkness.

On a whim that day, he picked a white lace shirt from the black in the cloakroom.Song Mingzheng knew that he was born very well since he was a child, so he was rarely willing to spend his time on dressing up, let alone he didn't want to dress up for anyone here to see.

He went to the garden and picked a large bouquet of roses, and the thorns pricked his hand, but it didn't hurt much.

The boy pushed through the dense bushes.

He saw that white and tender face flushed again, and he covered his face.

"You are so pretty, can I like you?"

"Yes", he only said these two words.