private romance

Mu Chenyuan was not as quiet as him, but his joyful thoughts seemed to jump out.After a while, I moved myself to the sofa, holding a thermos bottle to drink water in an orderly manner, and then moved to the yoga mat, reviewing the movements taught by the rehabilitation teacher on a whim.

He didn't say that he was looking forward to it, he just put his expression on his face.

Song Mingzheng took a look and felt that he was like a newborn quail, who knew nothing but flopping around.Just looking at it, I feel that it is all trouble, even if the person has not done anything.

But fortunately, Mu Chenyuan himself has some serious business to do, so it's troublesome to create storyboards for comics.In fact, he was very serious, and every frame was drawn meticulously. It's just that Song Mingzheng's presence around him made people distracted, so the work during this period was much slower.After finally having free time and the person I like is by my side, I can only hurry up and finish the work ahead of time. Mu Chenyuan thought about it, after all, he has to go back to the hospital later, so it is inevitable to delay some more.

He can be regarded as the kind of person who is talented in painting. Although he is not a well-known painter, he has a smooth storyboard and a very own style of painting.After the income gradually stabilized, Mu Chenyuan would write scripts by himself most of the time, and was not willing to accept other people's stories.The book in his hand will be finished in two or three issues, and it is almost finished. He has a new idea in his mind, and wants to draw a serialization similar to a love diary with Song Mingzheng as the protagonist.

Although he was suspected of showing off, Mu Chenyuan secretly glanced behind him. The man was still leaning on the sofa, playing with his mobile phone with his head half down.Half of his face was buried in the darkness, and the side profile didn't look like a human being.

He's so good looking, he's so good.

Really want to draw him, really want to draw them together.

In fact, he can just change his name, but Mu Chenyuan thought about it and thought it would be best to say hello to Song Mingzheng.Song Mingzheng doesn't seem like a man who likes to read comics, so he probably doesn't care. He can also change it so that others can't see it, and it won't affect Song Mingzheng's normal life.But after all, it is a matter between two people, and it is only natural to seek personal opinions.

"Brother", he turned the rim, the sports wheelchair has a light frame, and it slid forward a lot with a push. The wheelchair stopped beside Song Mingzheng, forming the posture they had before their dispute last night.

Some people are bitten by snakes once, but they are afraid of well ropes for ten years.Mu Chenyuan obviously didn't have such a personality, he didn't even notice that the distance between them was getting closer again.

Not holding grudges is one of the manifestations of kindness.

Mu Chenyuan stretched out a finger, poked Song Mingzheng's knee carefully, and then retracted immediately, a little embarrassed, "The serialization in my hand will be finished soon... This book, this book is not bad."

Song Mingzheng was silent for a while, with a calm expression. Although he must have heard it, he rarely responded.Mu Chenyuan already knew that it was Song Mingzheng who was waiting for him to finish speaking directly.

"That... Recently, I have a little money recently! I just want to do it myself for the next part, and it doesn't matter if the income is good or bad." Mu Chenyuan carefully looked at Song Mingzheng's expression.In fact, this matter is not something that must be done. He really hopes that Song Mingzheng agrees, but it doesn't matter if he disagrees. After all, not everyone wants to expose their private life to the public platform, not to mention the risk of being out of the closet. .

"I want to start a new series, look... look at my drawing, can I draw the two of us?"

Song Mingzheng snorted, agreeing.In fact, he didn't listen to what Mu Chenyuan said at all, as long as it didn't trouble him, it didn't matter what he agreed to.

Any trace of this person can be erased in the future.

It's just unfortunate that there are always a few matches in this world, but He Tingzhao's hematopoietic stem cells have been checked in all databases around the world, and in the end only Mu Chenyuan was matched. Before he can reach the level of transplantation, he has to follow Mu Chenyuan in everything.

It's not embarrassing to be embarrassed, he has spent his time thinking.It's just that one thing more is worse than one thing less, there is no need for this.

"Really, thank you brother!" Mu Chenyuan never expected Song Mingzheng to agree so readily, his happiness always comes easily.Unexpected happiness like this can affect people's mood even more.

Likes make people blind, the more you look at Song Mingzheng, the more you like him.

This face has brought him a lot of trouble, but it is obviously more convenient.Mu Chenyuan turned around gently, and turned the wheelchair in front of Song Mingzheng.Song Mingzheng knows all these things. If he is in the middle of a conversation, he can even guess what Mu Chenyuan will say next. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw two willow-like soles. They faced each other uncontrollably. It was black and swollen, resting on the pedals, only revealing a faint part in his line of sight.

Mu Chenyuan looked at him directly across from him, he was fine, he took care of a little work, and the rest of the time he checked the news and played boring games.Song Mingzheng was not in a hurry, but Mu Chenyuan must have something to say.

"Brother... your family, did something happen to your family?" Mu Chenyuan was indeed asking cautiously. He was an orphan himself and knew what it was like to die in his family, so he was extra sensitive.Song Mingzheng didn't mention the family matters to him, and in the future, when he came out of the closet, he had to face them together. At first, he guessed that Song Mingzheng might not have a good relationship with his family, but since someone called him yesterday, it didn't mean he didn't. Too bad.

Although the other party's family may not accept him, he does not want his beloved to lose the strongest nest.

"Well... just something." Mu Chenyuan tilted his head slightly, Xiao Huya bit his lower lip unconsciously, and carefully chose his words, "You can tell me, I feel, I feel that you have not been in a good mood recently."

"Someone in the family is sick," Song Mingzheng suddenly raised his head, as if he was very interested in his question.Those pair of Ruifeng eyes blinked, obviously showing a little inexplicable emotion, which made Mu Chenyuan suddenly at a loss, wondering if he said something wrong, but Song Mingzheng didn't seem angry, "I can't drive." Be happy, it's all up to you."

"Ah, so, then you really have to take good care of it. I don't know if it's an uncle or an aunt. Is it serious?" Mu Chenyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and was a little excited because of Song Mingzheng. These serious words sounded very serious. Seriously, anyone who listens will feel that they are talking about you and me.But in a blink of an eye, he felt distressed again. It would be better if there was a sister in the family. He was born in a poor family, and he still felt that it was more convenient for his daughter to take care of others.However, Song Mingzheng will inevitably be under a lot of pressure, and I don't know if he can bear it financially.

"Well, if you need money, tell me, I still have..." Mu Chenyuan turned to look for his mobile phone. He has saved some money over the years. He originally wanted to make a down payment next year, but if Song Mingzheng pressured him Big, Mu Chenyuan didn't mind sharing it with him at all.

"What are you doing?" Song Mingzheng finally came back to his senses, his pretty brows were slightly frowned, and he stopped him aloud, "My parents are already dead."