private romance

He finally succumbed to the heart in his chest.

But Song Mingzheng would rather bring Mu Chenyuan out than stay in the ward with him.The space was too small, making him extremely uncomfortable.

But when bringing people out, Song Mingzheng felt weird all the way.It is said that it is a hospital, but it is more like a laboratory, and the doctors are more like scientific madmen.Don't say that you shouldn't inquire about the employer's affairs, even if you can inquire about it, in fact, not many people will be interested in those short stories about the parents.Song Mingzheng understands these things, but he just has a strong sense of repulsion, and he feels as uncomfortable as being followed no matter where he goes or what he does.

Mu Chenyuan followed by his side, and people passing by would not salute Song Mingzheng.He didn't care much about these, he just felt that when others looked at them, their eyes must be very subtle.

He shouldn't care about these, and he was very surprised by this kind of psychological change that he couldn't understand.

He just felt that he was really an unpleasant weirdo, and he didn't see any real progress in the ten years of ups and downs.

Mu Chenyuan didn't think so, he was full of joy at the moment.Being with Song Mingzheng for so long, it was the first time he had the upper hand.It turned out that he would compromise when he had a quarrel with Song Mingzheng. This discovery made him a little happy. He felt that this cold and handsome guy was not so unreasonable. In love, it is better to learn slowly.

They were silent all the way, Song Mingzheng sat in the co-pilot, anyone could tell that he was in a bad mood.It doesn't matter that Mu Chenyuan is in the back row, he can sit up completely by himself and doesn't need anyone to support him.Seeing Song Mingzheng's unhappy look, the young people in the back row thought they were cute no matter how they looked at them, so they couldn't help showing two small canine teeth, and raised their lips and threw them into the rearview mirror.

They went back to the house that Song Mingzheng was looking for for Mu Chenyuan. Most of his belongings had already been moved there, so it was easy to find anything.

It's just that before he went back, Song Mingzheng regretted it in the car. Many things could not be set beforehand. Mu Chenyuan was definitely not that courageous at the beginning, which was caused by his repeated connivance.He didn't feel guilty about treating him better now, it's just that he didn't care about many things, but Mu Chen obviously didn't think so, and decided to let him participate together.

He decided to reduce contact slowly and not give him too much illusion of being in love. For Song Mingzheng, this was too much trouble and a waste of time.

During this time, the room was naturally unoccupied, but hourly workers came to clean it every day, and it looked very clean, and it didn't look like no one lived in it.All the "actors" stayed in during this time, Song Mingzheng didn't need to ask about many things, he just needed to explain, and he would push forward step by step without following up.

Just like opening the elevator door, Mu Chenyuan waited for Song Mingzheng to open the door for a few seconds, and glanced aside. The "neighbor" put household garbage at the door, probably planning to throw it away together tomorrow morning.This moment made him feel real, remembering that he and Song Mingzheng seemed to be living together.

So he couldn't help but feel a little nostalgia for this place that he shouldn't have, similar to relying on tenderness, making him willing to call this place "home".

After opening the door and entering the room, Song Mingzheng nestled directly into the sofa to play with his mobile phone, put on his earphones and said nothing.It doesn't matter if Mu Chenyuan packs up his things before he sends him back, or whether he leaves tonight or not, but he won't stay here.

About one and a half hours is the timeline he left for Mu Chenyuan, but Song Mingzheng did not tell Mu Chenyuan this time, otherwise, according to his understanding, he would not know how long it would be if he listened to Mu Chenyuan's chanting, and he would be so noisy Headache.

"Brother!" Obviously Mu Chenyuan didn't intend to make him quiet.He couldn't cover his feet with shoes, and he was wearing slippers. When he got out of the car, his feet shook, and the shoes slipped from the arched soles of his feet. He hurriedly dragged his legs and feet onto the pedals, so as not to delay the rental The car leaves.Song Mingzheng took a glance and went directly into the building. Mu Chenyuan picked up the shoe without much effort. The sole was covered with a thin layer of dust, but his paralyzed foot, which was so drooping that the heel could hardly be seen, would be troublesome to put on again. He probably had to drop it, so he simply put the shoe on his lap and followed Song Mingzheng into the elevator with one bare foot.He was used to convenience, but Song Mingzheng glanced back and immediately turned his head back. He didn't care what Mu Chenyuan looked like, whether he was standing, sitting or crawling, but it didn't mean he liked to see this kind of ugliness.

Mu Chenyuan followed him into the house, put one hand under his knee to pick up his right leg, which was still wearing a shoe, and supported the handrail with the other hand to keep balance, put his right leg on the knee of his left leg, and took off the other shoe Put it in the shoe cabinet.It doesn't matter what he wears, anyway, he doesn't go to the ground at all, but it is instinctive for people to change shoes at home, which shows a sense of belonging.Holding on to the armrests, he adjusted his sitting position. He raised his upper body slightly to relieve pressure, and turned around to try to coax Song Mingzheng, but when he turned around, he didn't change his shoes. I’m back to the hospital, I’ve told the foreigner doctor that I can just go out to play tomorrow.”

Song Mingzheng nestled on the sofa and didn't move, his eyelashes cast a shadow, covering half of his face, leaving only a sharp edge, and he didn't know if he heard it or not.

Mu Chenyuan pouted, but his eyes were shining.He whispered, "So stingy, hmph, I didn't know how many boys got used to it because of my good looks, I'm not used to you..."

But having said that, the man still blushed slightly, and pushed the wheelchair to Song Mingzheng's side.

"Brother, brother", Mu Chenyuan called out several times, regardless of whether Song Mingzheng heard it or not, he must have seen him coming from the corner of his eye when he was so close.He raised his eyelids and glanced at it, without making a sound, and asked what he was doing with his eyes.

Mu Chenyuan didn't think he was cold. In fact, Song Mingzheng was like this most of the time when they got along.He doesn't speak much, and never speaks to questions that can be answered with his eyes.

"You changed your shoes and we're not going back tonight." Mu Chenyuan groaned, he was definitely tall enough to squeeze into the good-looking one, objectively speaking, his coquettish appearance was pretty good-looking.Song Mingzheng shrank back a bit, ignoring him, "Pick up your things quickly, I have to go if you don't want to go back."

"Where are you going?" Mu Chenyuan was stunned for a moment. He still knew something about the housing prices in City S, and the tax on the second set was even more terrifying. He never thought that Song Mingzheng might have another place to live. "You Aren't you staying at home tonight?"

"I have something to do", he only said two words, and fell silent again.

Mu Chenyuan felt a little sad for a moment, he is an extremely observant person.Early in the morning, I found that Song Mingzheng's eyes were more bruised than usual, and his time was very unstable, so it was natural to think of many computer practitioners, code farmers, etc. 996, thinking that Song Mingzheng should do these things .After all, he himself has suffered. In fact, he has never seriously asked about his occupation. He only thinks that young boys have a decent occupation that can support themselves.

"Hey, it's okay, are you busy going back to work?" Mu Chenyuan asked in a low voice, he leaned on the handrail and slowly bent down.Song Mingzheng's slender legs were overlapping naturally at this moment, stretching forward in a very comfortable posture. The zipper of the short boots was hanging on the side, not far from Mu Chenyuan's own calf.

"Snapped!--"

In this space, it was indeed a loud noise.

The air seemed to freeze. Mu Chenyuan didn't know what he bumped into, and he didn't feel any pain for half a minute.His mind went blank, and the vertigo of the impact was stronger than when he woke up every day.

Song Mingzheng got up, his face was as frosty.The man looked down condescendingly, the small figure curled up in a ball on the ground, the wheelchair pressed against him.

He kicked people out subconsciously.