private romance

When he picked up the phone, drops of water that hadn't dried up fell down his arm, and with a bang, a small trace exploded on the screen.

Song Mingzheng felt irritated, and with a random finger wipe, the water stain did not disappear, but a large area of ​​font was blurred.It's just that after a few seconds, they gradually became clear, and they couldn't be escaped for a second.

Mu Chenyuan didn't bother to miss the three videos, and followed up with several messages later.His legs can't move so that everything is done by his upper body. Mu Chenyuan's fingers seem to be exceptionally nimble, and he can type very fast. He can send a sentence every sentence, which looks even more dazzling.There were a few emoticons in the middle, Song Mingzheng glanced at them, they were all coquettish, which made him very uncomfortable.

To be honest, he really only had one relationship. At that time, there were not many communication apps on the market, and he didn't like to use other ones too much, so he only sent text messages with He Tingzhao.Every paragraph I wish I could type five hundred characters before sending it out. It is much more convenient now, but he never has anyone who needs to be in contact with him so frequently. There are countless people who like him, but Song Mingzheng will not get close to anyone, so now He couldn't get used to Mu Chenyuan either.

"Busy", Song Mingzheng only replied two words, and before he had time to exit the interface, his hand shook again.

"Ah woo woo, brother, when will you be busy? By the way, can you cook Coca-Cola chicken wings tonight!" Song Mingzheng felt as uncomfortable as if he had left long fingernails scratching on the blackboard. He didn't care much about Mu Chenyuan being in the hospital every day. What he does in his spare time, but it's clear he has way too much time.

"I don't know, I can't." Song Mingzheng sent out this sentence. After thinking about it, he felt that he had to shut Mu Chenyuan's mouth, so he added, "The meal is ready, I'll go find you."

The rice was indeed ready, but Song Mingzheng didn't cook it himself.He originally had great patience with Mu Chenyuan, coupled with his suspicious character, he had to take care of him personally to be at ease, and the subtleties in this matter were extremely appropriate.But Mu Chenyuan obviously didn't make him happy. Every time he failed the indicators, Song Mingzheng directly summoned a chef who was a nutrition expert. Starting three days ago, the cooked meals were delivered to the hospital gate every day, and he took them in by himself.

In fact, now he has a very clear understanding that the growth of Mu Chenyuan's various indicators is almost negligible for the matter of eating, and it is an effort that takes a long time to reap.But he doesn't have time to decide which one is the best. He can only try every means to pull people to a qualified line within a certain period of time, which seems to be a bit of trying to encourage growth.

But he couldn't accept that the heart was put behind his lover's chest, and it fell silent in the blood. Just thinking of this possibility, Song Mingzheng's legs and feet almost went weak, and he couldn't stand behind the door of the cloakroom.

Xiao Zhao, you can treat me better.When Song Mingzheng put on the T-shirt, he thought to himself that He Tingzhao was sleeping peacefully in the bedroom, but he couldn't really talk to He Tingzhao like this.

I too would be broken.

After changing his clothes, Song Mingzheng was too lazy to blow-dry his hair. He found a rubber band and casually tied up the wet ends of his hair.His hair was considered long among boys, and it was rare to see his entire face exposed. He was astonishingly good-looking.The upturned eye ends were raised again, Song Mingzheng raised his eyelids, and this deceptive appearance was abruptly made a little frightening by him.

It's just that as soon as he turned his face away, he put away his appearance again, and changed into a gentle one.

He turned around and went back to the bedroom, and did the steps he knew by heart again.The diaper was drier than usual, Song Mingzheng sighed, and carefully cleaned He Tingzhao's shriveled buttocks with a warm towel, and massaged the wrinkled and loose skin for him to relieve pressure and avoid bedsores.

"I know I'm not in good health, so I don't drink water..." In one sentence, there was a three-point sigh, and seven-point helpless tenderness.He seldom made any noise when He Tingzhao was asleep, but like this moment, he always had endless worries.

I don't know if I'm really used to you being self-willed, always not caring about yourself like this.

Bowing his head and kissing his lover's face, Song Mingzheng didn't disturb He Tingzhao any more, and quietly closed the bedroom door, so there was only the quiet ticking of the instruments in the room.

He is not used to such an ordinary dress, or, in fact, he is not used to appearing in ordinary life like this.

Song Mingzheng rarely went out, and He Tingzhao often felt that he was withdrawn.Most of the business dealings every year are when negotiating and negotiating with those gangsters abroad, but for most people, that is still not a world of normal people.Even in He Tingzhao's life, even with the direct and obvious result of paralysis, those guns and ammunition seemed so far away to him in his previous life.

He Tingzhao is his sea, but he is still just an isolated island.Willing to float all the time, but forever alone.

Song Mingzheng took a taxi to the gate of the hospital, and there was already a car waiting to deliver the chef's cooked meals.People came in suits and leather shoes, and when they saw Song Mingzheng bowed down to salute, Song Mingzheng didn't bother to pay attention. He was wearing casual clothes and he was also the third master in the eyes of outsiders.

At least in Mu Chenyuan's eyes, if Song Mingzheng came in with a lunch box, it was against the law.

He could keenly perceive that Song Mingzheng was different from the young people he had come into contact with in many ways.But he couldn't say exactly where it was, but he could be sure of one thing, Song Mingzheng really loved him and treated him very well.

There is no need to worry about other trivial matters.

Not to mention his excitement at seeing Song Mingzheng at any time.

"Brother, you're here!" Mu Chenyuan just transferred himself to the wheelchair, and the rim swiped twice, turning very fast. From a distance, he looked like a teenager.He grinned, and his two small canine teeth looked much more cheerful, "Today is half an hour earlier than yesterday! Yay!"

Song Mingzheng was silent, and he put the lunch box on the table on the hospital bed, "Eat now."

"Okay", Mu Chenyuan didn't let him help, he disassembled several layers of bowls and put them in order. The food is delicious in color, flavor and taste, which makes people's index fingers move. "Brother, do you want to eat? There is quite a lot of food."

"Don't eat, you have to eat all of it, and you can't leave anything to me." Song Mingzheng immediately raised his eyelids and rolled his eyes. There was a lot of rice, but there were no extra bowls and chopsticks, even if he didn't ask Mu Chenyuan to eat After finishing, it is impossible to eat Mu Chenyuan's leftovers. Just thinking about Song Mingzheng feels reflexively disgusting, "I won't force you until you finish eating, then I won't go anywhere tomorrow."

"Why should I eat?" Mu Chenyuan was half begging for mercy and half being coquettish. He could always feel a different kind of sweetness from these words.In fact, he didn't realize that there was only one pair of bowls and chopsticks. His past experience made him not have so many opportunities to be particular about it. It's good to have something to eat. I like you so I will share the good ones with you. "Brother, tonight, Uh," Mu Chenyuan said while eating, the food tasted really good, he could only utter a few words from his overstuffed mouth, "Come home with me at night, I didn't even bring a change of clothes."

"It's okay anyway, let's go back to live tonight."