private romance

When He Tingzhao came out, he could hide Song Mingzheng for two hours at most.

He didn't intend to keep it a secret for too long, he would always remember it, and Song Mingzheng would know.But if two people don't talk, it will become an inextricable knot as time goes by, and neither of them wants to leave any shadow.

He listened to songs for half the night in the bar, from folk to rock.The nurses didn't dare to relax for a moment to pay attention to his body movements, but fortunately, his soft limbs were very quiet tonight, and they behaved well after being fixed and placed.Even though he didn't take anti-spasmodic drugs, he didn't have sudden convulsions and convulsions, taking into account the owner's bad mood.

He did come here often before he was injured.But probably because of the development of brain atrophy, He Tingzhao felt that his memory had declined significantly. In the past, because he couldn't move, he always had too much time to recall these past events, so over and over again, the memories in his mind became fresher with time.In the recent short year, he has forgotten many details. He no longer remembers what he looked like when he was dating Song Mingzheng here in the past, apart from being able to run and jump.

Tonight's pointer hadn't passed twelve o'clock tonight, and the outstanding black-clothed guest at table 29 came back again. It seemed that he was carrying the evening wind outside the house and the coldness that he didn't have before.

Naturally, there are still people waiting for him in the VIP room.

In fact, it is difficult for strangers to see happiness and anger from Song Mingzheng's expression.He is like a walking statue, sometimes even the word walking can be removed. Most of the time when he is not working, he can lie on the bed with He Tingzhao in his arms for a whole day. Even He Tingzhao said he wants to get up and move around He is also lacking in interest, as if he can only maintain basic survival needs.

He seldom takes the initiative. After more than ten years of companionship, others would have made some progress, but Song Mingzheng has not. All his passiveness is tolerated by his lover, and his gentleness gradually melts into his heart that is not actually strong.

Song Mingzheng's subordinates and servants at home are all afraid of him, as well as everyone who has had financial interests.Even if it is the heir of a wealthy family, everyone talks about the dirty things about the people's fat and people's anointing, but they all wear the coat of a gentleman.Song Mingzheng is different from them, he doesn't like to hide his desire and ambition at all, with the gun in his hand, he seems to speak with more confidence.Talk if you can, and break up if you can't. If the other party still needs something after the breakup, then grab it.

The servants thought he was short-tempered and moody.Maybe he would wake up silently in the middle of the night, run to the rooftop and shoot guns in the distance irregularly, making loud laughter like bosses in horror movies.It is also possible to drag the nurse who did not take good care of He Tingzhao to the pond and personally press the other's head into the water, and let the nurse struggle until death. He can remain expressionless, or just casually sprinkle a handful of fish food .

He Tingzhao is indeed the only exception in his life so far.After Song Mingzheng came to power, the He family found that they couldn't control him at all, but because He Tingzhao was injured, and Song Mingzheng really doted on him, the He family had no choice but to acquiesce in their being together.But including He Tingzhao's parents have reminded that if He Tingzhao can no longer control Song Mingzheng's emotions, when he can't go home to ask them for help, at least don't anger him.

The nurses who came with the He family only worked in Xicheng for the first half a year, and until now, He Tingzhao has only people around him who obey Song Mingzheng's orders.

But he always looks the same, his temper has become less as he grows older, but he is still not afraid of him, and he has never seen any restraint.

When Song Mingzheng opened the door and came in, it seemed to be the same as usual, and the nurses in the room almost knelt down.The girls were very relaxed just now, and they quickly returned to their previous work attitudes in just a few tens of seconds.He Tingzhao was stuck in the wheelchair, tilting his head and laughing, "Go out and play, order wine and swipe my card, don't hinder me from falling in love."

Song Ming was standing at the door, not knowing what his temper was, and no one in the room dared to move.He Tingzhao sighed, with a helpless expression, he bit the joystick and moved forward, rubbing against Song Mingzheng, raised his right hand tremblingly and hooked the corner of his clothes.It's just that today's condition is really not good, the limp palm trembled non-stop, and the stiff index finger was also moved, and it only lifted up once, and then fell down.

Song Mingzheng finally moved. He moved forward slightly, lowered his body a little, caught it, and held it in his palm.

He Tingzhao smiled, his neck couldn't bear it, and he tilted slightly on the headrest.But he winked at Song Mingzheng, and looked playful again.

His hand was still held by Song Mingzheng, so he bit the joystick and stepped back, slowly leading Song Mingzheng forward.

"Still going out to play?" The wheelchair moved back half a meter, and it only takes two steps for a person to walk. Song Mingzheng insisted on moving slowly with him for a long time.When He Tingzhao asked later, the nurses looked at each other in blank dismay for a moment, and then immediately went out in response.

Three people walked away at once, and half of the popularity in the not too big private room disappeared immediately, but the ambiguity that didn't need to be said quickly rose again.

After all the nurses left, Song Mingzheng let go.He bent down and placed He Tingzhao's palm on his thigh. The soft palm was comfortable, but the touch was not good.He Tingzhao's ring finger has their pair of rings, and the hard diamond is a little sore in the palm.

He wanted to be the first to speak, so that he seemed angry.But every time, Song Mingzheng didn't know what to say.

They have too much tacit understanding.Even here, Song Mingzheng still felt that what He Tingzhao was going to say should not be those groundless suspicions.He didn't want He Tingzhao to know his intentions too early, but he didn't mind telling him either.

In his eyes, this is always just a disease of his lover, and what is needed is their joint efforts.

No matter what the price needs to be paid.

"Ah Zheng, I'm sorry."

He apologized first.

Song Mingzheng screamed in his heart, the anxiety that only he could hear almost burst through his eardrums, but he couldn't even utter a word.

No, baby, you're right, you're right.

"You didn't see the fireworks you prepared, I lied to you—"

Forget it, let's see next time, we have a long way to go.

Before he knew it, he was tired a lot.The wheelchair fixed his body completely and forcefully, stuck in the seat and remained motionless.It's just that the details showed weakness everywhere, He Tingzhao's head drooped a little, and he almost lost the strength to look up to Song Mingzheng again, and he repeated "I'm sorry."

Song Mingzheng stood in front of him and looked down, feeling that the fragility from the body was like a huge shell, completely enveloping his lover.

His sorry was like calling for help, but he couldn't break that layer of restraint.

So this moment.

He was in this tenderness again, feeling his swelling love and self-loathing.

You will appear in this place, because I didn't take good care of you.

Then I'm sorry.

What a torture.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-1022:41:05￣2020-11-1202:04:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦￣感谢投出火箭炮的小天使：libad1个；

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: libad1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: give Er Heshan 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!