private romance

The rain in Dongcheng didn't seem to stop for a moment.

He gets tired quickly, and his body is out of his control.In many cases, it is not sleepiness, but the fatigue that directly hits the brain.

Accompanied by the patter, he fell into the darkness again unknowingly.

But in fact, he didn't do anything this morning, and only turned a few pages of the thick report.But he can't be blamed for reading slowly. There is no special page-turner at home, so he can only use his curled up and useless hands to find a way to move the thin paper by himself.

Really, before going to sleep, he complained in his heart.I don't know how to copy it into an electronic file and give it to him, and it will be more convenient to cast it on the screen.

The little boy hides alone in the attic. The low wooden ceiling is within reach, giving him an infinite sense of security. The cotton curtains are painted with orange-red sunrises and big sunflowers.In the middle of the room is a wrought iron birdcage carved into a castle, and the canary is taking a nap in it with its wings folded.Oil pastels and picture books are sprinkled on the soft wool carpet, and there are also children's tea sets for two. My own cup of Earl Gray milk tea is running out, and the person on the other side only takes a sip, and the white air is still steaming and stuck in place .

The boy had no time to think about who the friend who left the teacup and left in a hurry, because the sound of rain outside the window was finally hard to be ignored.It seemed that not long ago it was a light rain, but now it was a hellish storm, engulfed in thunder and lightning, coming from all directions, bombarding this small place.The boy never took a step away from the door, and he didn't even know the whole picture of the building, but he somehow believed that this was the safest place in the world, even if it was just a loft in the sky, it would never be shaken in such a storm.If this is a dream, it must still be a sweet dream.

He took the teacup curiously, took a sip but threw it down hastily.The black coffee lacking creamer and sugar is bitter like a nightmare, and it doesn't fit in the plastic embossed children's teacup.The loud shattering sound frightened him to stand up abruptly, but the ceiling hit his forehead, and he fell by the window due to the deviation of the center of gravity. What caught his eyes was a false golden eye.

why?

——I have hands and feet, why have I never thought of opening this curtain?

The young man stretched out his fingers tremblingly, and he saw the bruised veins under his fair to almost transparent skin.

The overwhelming rain has woven an incredible web, and the rain is... red.He even smelled a strong smell of rust, and the crimson rain curtain was like a velvet curtain at the beginning of a tragedy. He didn't know how his sight passed through the dazzling blood red, and he could see the figures in the center of the stage clearly from afar.

The wet hair stuck to the still handsome face of the man, and the wet suit was pressed against his body, making him look a lot thinner, and the constant red rain made him look bloody.

"A Zheng..."

Unreasonable words flowed out of his mouth, he finally woke up from the nightmare again, maybe he didn't sleep for a long time, He Tingzhao opened his eyes blankly.

Song Mingzheng is not here, of course he is not.

The flight to France should not have landed yet.

The empty body seems to have suddenly invaded the soul, making the inside become equally empty.It was the dull pain in his left shoulder that made his consciousness clear. He Tingzhao dragged his arm hard, and when he lifted it up, his whole right hand shook like chaff.

He Tingzhao finally put the only index finger that could be extended flat on the paging bell, but he didn't press it for a long time.He felt an unbearable sense of discomfort, but those nightmares seemed to break away from illusion and entangle him from reality.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Where is the young master feeling uncomfortable?"

Nursing workers filed in and took good care of them.Unable to listen to Zhao's instructions, He carefully massaged his limbs in the quilt and adjusted the temperature of the bed. Two personal care workers walked to the head of the bed and softly asked about his requirements.

"Call... come here and call the butler."

"Go", He Tingzhao gasped for several times before he could speak a complete sentence, "I don't need anything else... I don't need the information on that boy either. I want to know the relationship between Song Mingzheng and Song Mingzheng as soon as possible. The list of doctors who have been in contact with, if not, start checking from those who have entered the country within a year. And... arrange a driver for me."

The He family's work efficiency is extremely high. In fact, as long as He Tingzhao is willing, he doesn't have to live in the castle built by Song Mingzheng at all. He chose to be loved like that.This was the first time in He Tingzhao's life that he disobeyed Song Mingzheng, but it was definitely not for resistance, let alone because of jealousy, he just wanted to take Ah Zheng home - that person had stood alone in the bloody storm for too long.

Although Song Mingzheng is willing to do his best for He Tingzhao, sometimes he seems to forget that He Tingzhao also loves and cares about him.No one wants to see their loved ones hurt, especially for themselves.

Some things never need to be said, some don't like to say, but in fact no one knows whether it is necessary or not.After a long time, just some wounds solidified into an itchy scar on my heart.

Occasionally He Tingzhao would feel that it would be great if he didn't know this person so well.

What are you doing for me?Ah Zheng.

I told you, we don't ask for help anymore.

Only he himself can't move, everything else is proceeding in an orderly manner, everything arranged by He Tingzhao, the execution ability is still strong in the He family.

He was changed in this way, and turned into another position by the nurse as he was used to.Putting on shoes on the drooping soles of the feet, He Tingzhao didn't go out for a long time, and went out twice in the past two days, which was almost more than the past half a year.

The soft paralyzed foot couldn't adapt, the upper body was hunched and supported by the nurse, the arched soles of the feet kept shaking and lighting.He was held by another nurse, who just held his entire sole vertically, and then straightened his calf, which didn't hang a little fat. He Tingzhao's knee was somewhat deformed, and he kept shaking The convulsions and trembling caused his upper body to make him very uncomfortable, and his face quickly turned pale.

Look, he thought to himself.Ah Zheng, are you making me mess up?

He has a destination, but the progress is still very slow, he needs to give He Tingzhao time to rest in the car.The vehicle stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Strictly speaking, this is a private clinic built in the suburbs. There are no conspicuous security personnel. The cemetery-like silence surrounds this pure white building, spreading out the atmosphere that strangers should not get close .

He Tingzhao hasn't gone out for a long time, and even blurred the appearance of the outside world.He is lingering on the sick bed, but he also has an exquisite mind. When he arrives here, although everything is strange, he already has a premonition to some extent.

"Young master, we're here," the nurse called softly. His own nurse was far inferior to the gentleness Song Mingzheng arranged for him. They came from bodyguards to take care of him, but they were closer to him than those seemingly gentle girls, one of the few Your confidant "top floor, the entire medical team that Sanye has been in frequent contact with recently is arranged here. The leader is your current attending physician, Roland Burris, and Sanye will summon him once every three days on average. The last time he came was two days ago on 9 At 43:[-], the third master personally visited and took away the male youth you had seen, we already have the specific information here, see if you need it."

"Go down."

He Tingzhao spit out two words from the rolled down half car window.He moved his neck so that he could look further into the distance.

Ah Zheng, you really have a simple and easy-to-guess temperament.

After so many years, your favorite architectural style has not changed.

His face was pale and his nose was a little loose.He Tingzhao closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. The foundation that has been taken care of all these years seems to have been consumed in a year. His thin legs leaned crookedly on the seat, and he was bound by the belt. Loosely held together.

"Let me see, what kind of monsters and goblins provoked Song San to be humbled."