private romance

"Ah Zheng...was this ordered by the third master?"

After being sent back to the room, it took He Tingzhao a while to digest this matter.But when he opened his mouth again with trembling lips, the only thing he could ask was this sentence.Life is long and parting is always short. His weak hands seem to be unable to grasp anything, and the only thing left behind seems to be his lover.

Give him fear or comfort.

What he originally wanted to ask was, did Song Mingzheng know.After thinking about it, he felt redundant, he was not a pure and harmless little white flower, it sounded too fake to pretend to be ignorant of the world at this age.

"I'm a doctor, and I'm only in charge of surgery. We can guess what the third master thinks."

Burris didn't answer directly, but just smiled and said, "How do you feel now? Do you want to take a break, or use some refreshments prepared for you. Oh, by the way, we weren't scheduled to have an inspection tomorrow? If you still have energy today , It’s okay to do it by the way, and the results will come out sooner.”

"The news from the third master hasn't come back yet, so Young Master He probably doesn't want him to worry." Burris bowed gently, "The third master is only worried about your health, you should understand that."

This place looks like a room that was temporarily cleaned up for him, probably under Song Mingzheng's orders.He always gets more special treatment than others, but speaking of it, many of them are not what he should have gotten.Looking at Burris and the various precision instruments around him, He Tingzhao felt that the world was like a huge hourglass, and what was passing away drop by drop was not only his own life, but also the kindness he cherished.He doesn't deserve to die. Speaking of it, every day, every night that makes him restless, and the countless moments of being with Song Mingzheng, he is secretly praying that life can be longer, that he can accept paralysis, and that he can accept the torture of illness. , but only, he just wants to have more memories with his beloved.

Ah Zheng, what are these things now?Why do we have to live so hard?You deserve a lot of pain because of me.

"Will I be able to live?" He Tingzhao asked softly, with oxygen plugged in, he didn't know whether it was because of weakness or because he was too surprised, his voice sounded like dust scattered in the air, "I'm sure I can live."

Boris closed his eyes, and sighed long, "If you really want to say something to the Bible, half and half." He made a cross on his chest, and made a gesture of prayer.His answer didn't seem to be an answer to He Tingzhao's question. They asked and answered, but each of them seemed to be talking to themselves, "Young Master He, take a good rest. Whether you need to check up or want to go back later Just ask the nurse at the residence."

"As for the security personnel who injured you, your housekeeper has already taken them away."

He Tingzhao doesn't need to ask.He also knew that the butler was naturally from Xicheng, not from the He family.

"Check it."

Burris had just turned around and hadn't gone out yet.He never thought that He Tingzhao's reply would be so quick. This lover who has been kept at home by Song San should be somewhat timid in the eyes of outsiders.The characters in the rumors are mostly sweethearts who are gentle and explain their language, at least they must look very kind.Even if it is not, you have to pretend to be like it.Because for many of them, they cannot know what they should not know.

He Tingzhao is much more real than he imagined.

I don't know what the source of this confidence is.In Boris's eyes, apart from those vase idiots who rely on their own beauty, there are few people who can't clarify their identities. He Tingzhao doesn't seem like that kind of person.Burris thought, perhaps this was brought about by his birth.

It's just possible that this is indeed the favor given to him by the man he is attached to.

It's not new for rich people to raise a boy at home, but few dare to really regard themselves as the royal family.Burris had heard many rumors about Song San, and he was not interested in those lingering love stories, especially after meeting He Tingzhao with his own eyes.

Plastic surgery is not Burris' specialty, probably because of this, it is hard for him to imagine someone more beautiful than Song San himself, but He Tingzhao really made him fall too far.

It's not ugly, the pain is excruciating, and it's full of sickness.Da Boris accepts He Tingzhao, and every time he checks him in the mansion in the west city, he will actually find that he has become weaker by three points.

It looks gentle and harmless, it's hard to imagine that he is not someone who is willing to hide in Song San's arms.

The man who calls him is the third master, who bears the word "father" at a young age, and his temper and character are impossible to go anywhere.Therefore, no one really thinks of the few times that He Ting Zhaochong Boris fired a few times, and forced those few bullets that almost missed.

Song San brought a little boy to live here, what is it for a person like him?

It is their consensus that if a person has good hands and eyes, he has to give up love and love.

He Tingzhao leaned against the head of the bed, his hands and feet were put on the pillow and fixed.His half body was a little askew, and from Burris' eyes, his shoulders were uneven, and he had obvious scoliosis.

He just smiled, calmly, as if he had calmly accepted his physical condition, and also accepted the arrangement given to him by his lover, "Check it first, it's all here. If the third master asks you, just tell the truth." gone."

"He should be a little angry, and I will persuade him."

He Tingzhao's tone could not hear any change, everything was said very naturally.

It seems that he has not been kicked out of the wheelchair, nor has he seen Mu Chenyuan here.Just like every time we met in Xicheng in the past, he was like the man beside him.

is the master of the place.

You can't embarrass Ah Zheng.

Outside, I can't embarrass him.

The general physical examination is in the downstairs department. Except for this floor, other parts are indeed open to the public.He Tingzhao was led by Burris to give priority to the examination. All the doctor-patient relationship and charging system here are based on foreign countries. There are not too many patients. Both He Tingzhao and Burris are very familiar with the next process.No need to say much, just do it step by step.

But in fact, he was muddled, and he didn't really feel anything.

When he got into the car and returned, in the dead silence in his chest, he finally thought of something.

The person should be here now, and the news spread to France non-stop, but Song Mingzheng didn't call him.

Ah Zheng, are you angry, or have you thought about how to tell me?

He Tingzhao suddenly felt a sense of irritability, a feeling he had rarely experienced in the past ten years of paralysis.

Abnormal rejection of their own state at the moment, the paralyzed state.

His calmness is never pretending, he is really satisfied with life, and he has no dissatisfaction with his lover.He can accept paralysis, he can laugh at himself as a "little paralyzed man", and he can find a way to get along with the self who can't take care of himself in this kind of day-to-day boredom.

But now it seems that it is too easy to be broken.

The Rolls-Royce's baffle was lowered, blocking the sound and light of the driver's cab and rear seat.But the back seat was not bright and warm, He Tingzhao raised his eyes slightly, and saw the entire starry sky.This is his usual car. His car is the only car in the family that is so flashy. It is probably Song Mingzheng's idea to get some useless accessories.

It's just that he likes it too, and now he thinks it looks good.

The space in the back row is actually a bit small for the paralyzed body, and the legs cannot be completely flat, and they hang down in a half-bent posture.He Tingzhao couldn't see his feet, and couldn't feel them. The nurse arranged them in any way.They just change with the muscle tone, always changing into some unsightly postures.

Only his right arm was still able to move. He Tingzhao tried to lift his shoulder with a shrug. The tingling pain spread infinitely in his conscious shoulder. After lifting it off the soft pillow, it immediately drooped. There was nothing to hold it up. It was like a shriveled mass. From a distance, it looks like a tumor growing at the end of the arm, but the index finger cannot be bent, and it seems that a tail has grown out of thin air.

He felt the changes in this body every day, but he never thought that the accumulated pain was so unbearable.

There was no one sitting next to him, so he put on his ventilator, and it made a beeping sound, as light as a second hand.

He Tingzhao slowly moved his right arm, dragging his right palm to approach, a little closer to the distance.It is not difficult, because the nasal oxygen tube is very long.

"drop."

"drop."

"drop--!"

The feeling of suffocation did not come in an instant, but just climbed up little by little.But He Tingzhao didn't think it was too uncomfortable, probably because he had unknowingly gotten used to the difficult breathing.

As his eyes flickered, his eyes gradually blurred, and he vaguely saw the tenderness above his head again.

Ah Zheng, the starry sky is beautiful.

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