private romance

Life is long, and love is always like a storm.

He Tingzhao was self-aware of where the scale was, so he never asked Song Mingzheng about his business.He had experienced those transactions with this man for several years when he was a teenager, and he didn't want to do it again.This has nothing to do with being paralyzed, he just doesn't like that kind of unstable life, He Tingzhao is kind by nature, and he can't do anything that hurts other people unless it is absolutely necessary.So although he didn't know why Song Mingzheng had this private hospital under his name, with years of understanding and speculation about his lover, He Tingzhao vaguely had an answer in his heart, but this answer was too cruel for him. I still need to prove it myself, and on the one hand, I have unspeakable sadness.

Hey, what is the argument actually? He should already have the answer, so why deceive himself.

I just feel a little ridiculous, there are countless people in this world to verify whether their partners are affectionate.Others always try to see if it's really that deep, but He Tingzhao only hopes that the relationship can be a little shallower.

After so many years, some people said that he was a slave to a tiger, some said that his sacrifice was not worth mentioning, some said that he was just the third master's shady lover, and some said that they had a deep relationship, that Song Mingzheng had a deep love for him.In fact, he would know everything he said, and Song Mingzheng would not plug his ears, because he didn't care too much.

But Ah Zheng.

I feel so tired, you come home with me.

The shape of this private hospital is obviously different from that of ordinary hospitals. The shape is more like a villa, which is quite gorgeous.The inpatient department is on the other side of the main building, but the exterior decorations on the top floors of the two buildings are quite weird. The walls outside the top floors are carved with intricate pattern reliefs, spreading across the entire wall.He Tingzhao took a glance in the car and knew that there was an undisclosed floor above the top floor, but ordinary people obviously couldn't care about so much.Although there were not many family members of the patients coming and going, there were still some. Looking at the hurried crowd, his mind was a little more stable.This is a colorful and lively world, far away from disputes and gunfire, and only exists in an ordinary world.

The nurse carried him out of the car, feeling dizzy like the scorching sun.He Tingzhao leaned in the wheelchair for a long time without recovering.In the past, he seldom had the opportunity to go out, and he always loved to pester Song Mingzheng to hug him up and down himself, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all, but the time of paralysis became much sweeter, and he became gentle and calm in such a life.I don't know if it's really that he is too far behind his lover, or if he is physically and mentally exhausted now, He Tingzhao always feels that this body makes him more uncomfortable than usual.

Probably just because he was getting weaker and weaker.

Legs and feet hung crookedly on the pedals, barely maintaining a normal-looking sitting posture.His hands were curled up, and the index finger of his right hand, which was stiff and unbendable, still trembled slightly, but it was not a normal look.The nurse brought him a blanket to cover him, covering the bulging diapers in his loose trousers and keeping his lower body warm.He Tingzhao's complexion did not ease in any way, and his face turned pale. In a place like a hospital, he did not appear to be out of harmony at all.

In fact, there is still no substantive evidence for everything he did to Song Mingzheng, and even speculation cannot be connected.With years of getting along, He Tingzhao's understanding of Song Mingzheng, in fact, he can also get evidence, and he can get a result without personally coming forward, and he can even ask Song Mingzheng directly.

But he couldn't ask.God knows, in fact, he needs a lot of courage to come here.

Facing the white buildings in front of him, He Tingzhao thought about it and only chose one of them.

He only goes to one place, if the boy is not there, if he guesses wrong.

Then he will go home honestly, and he will never ask Song Mingzheng what he will do in the future.

If he guessed right, if not.

He Tingzhao didn't think about it, what should he do in that case?

He was a little surprised that the elevator could go directly to the top floor.Hospital elevators are always extra large, and with He Tingzhao added, there are only two wheelchairs in one elevator, fully accommodating more than a dozen people.He rarely has such an experience, contained in the ordinary world, like a fish entering the sea.He only has this short uptime to observe them, and this little time to explore the ordinary life he once longed for.

The other wheelchair user is an elderly person, thin and dispirited, with an indwelling needle inserted in his neck, probably at the end of his life.The person who pushed the wheelchair for him didn't know whether it was his son or his son-in-law, and he was still carrying a briefcase, so he didn't know if he had just arrived from his work unit.There were two boys on the other side beside He Tingzhao, they looked like students, there were other people among them, and they didn't stand together.But that kind of ambiguous flow makes people want to avoid it but can't avoid it.

He lowered his eyelashes and looked at his right hand on his thigh. On the ring finger with the tightest clasp, there was a gorgeous and complicated ring, their pair of rings.

Ah Zheng.

He suddenly thought, was it the same when we were young?

But what a pity, neither you nor I have ever been free.

People got off the elevator one by one in the middle, and in the end only He Tingzhao and the nurse were left.With a ding dong, they finally reached their destination.

The surrounding environment is very simple, but it is obvious that this is an independent floor with a dedicated office floor.

Facing a transparent password door, the four bodyguards guarding the door met He Tingzhao directly.

"Sorry." The headed bodyguard quickly stood up with a polite attitude, "Strangers are not allowed to enter here. The inpatient department is from the second floor to the downstairs. If the two of you are not familiar with each other, I can call a nurse for the two gentlemen."

"Who...are you employed?" He Tingzhao collected himself, leaned on the headrest and asked softly, "Is it Song Mingzheng?"

The four looked at each other, and immediately bowed to salute, "You two are sorry, the third master is not in the laboratory for the time being, if you have other appointments, please show the invitation letter."

"There's no appointment, and no one else is here." He Tingzhao shook his head, he had some difficulty breathing, and the dull pain in his chest and the feeling of suffocation made him uncomfortable.Those chaos imprisoned his body, making him pile up on the wheelchair like rotten soft meat inside, tearing his soul apart, "I know Song Mingzheng has gone abroad, I want to see Dr. Burris, do you want to use his private number? "

"Sorry, we don't know about other questions. If necessary, please consult the nurse at the front desk downstairs." The bodyguard made eye contact and immediately confirmed his opinion.What he said was justified, and the refusal was very decisive, "If the two of you have not been invited or made an appointment, we cannot allow the two of you to stay here, please."

He decisively walked to He Tingzhao's side and pressed the elevator, "Please."

He Tingzhao is not someone who gets angry easily, but at this moment he feels powerless and sad.No matter how much security Song Mingzheng gave him, how many vows and uniqueness he gave him.

He still seems to be unknown and unacknowledged by the people around him.

He is also very clear that in his life, he will never be able to stand by his side in an open and aboveboard manner, and he is neither open nor aboveboard, nor can he stand upright.

"I won't go in," he moved his lips, opened his eyes and glanced at the four fully armed bodyguards, "it's here, or you can ask the doctor first."

"If it doesn't work, ask Song Mingzheng."

"He won't...keep me waiting."

His appearance may look pitiful.

He Tingzhao couldn't imagine his own image, others were used to seeing Song Mingzheng's face, how should they look at him again.At a glance, one can see the disabled body, the distorted hands, the soles of the feet on the pedals, and this face that he has never been confident in.

He didn't mind that, really didn't mind.It's just that I'm afraid that it will affect Song Mingzheng's image.

The rumored Song Santian's appearance in the Tao was astonishing, how could he have such a lover.

"Feel sorry."

Faint muscles were exposed under the bodyguard's shirt, and one hand was unknowingly put on his waist. "Sir, we don't have this authority."

"I think you guys are crazy!" He Tingzhao was a bodyguard and was extremely sensitive to the current atmosphere. "Our young master dares to stop you. Go back and report to the third master. You can't eat it all!"

"Fulfill your duties with due diligence", the bodyguard sneered, and the four of them drew their guns collectively in a flash, and He Tingzhao was surrounded by the black muzzle of the gun.

"Let me reiterate for the last time. If you two have an appointment, please show the appointment. If you haven't, please come back, otherwise—" the bodyguard's voice suddenly rose, "Don't blame us for being unreasonable."

The disputes that followed were brief.

In just a few seconds, He Tingzhao's brain hadn't reacted yet, and the world was spinning before his eyes.Immediately after the severe pain in his head, he passed out as soon as his eyes went dark.

One day after ten years of being paralyzed for Song Mingzheng, he was kicked out of the wheelchair by Song Mingzheng's bodyguards.

In the eyes of outsiders, I can't see you.

Waiting for you can't do it either.