private romance

I love what I want, and I have no regrets.

Song Mingzheng lay motionless all afternoon in the cabin with the curtains drawn tightly.Until the night really came, he didn't open the window to take a look at the stars outside.

At eight o'clock in the morning local time in France, less than half an hour after he got off the plane, he asked the driver to turn around and hurried back to the airport before he got in the car.

His private jet was parked in Corsica, but luckily some businessmen he had dealt with stayed here too.Song Mingzheng asked someone to say hello and borrowed the plane, and reported the route to the local air traffic control first.

There is no flight path, and if you are unlucky, it will collide with the air force or civil aviation in the sky, and the two planes will die together.But Song Mingzheng obviously didn't care about this, neither about himself nor others.

Left and right are nothing but dust, is there anyone who is worth remembering forever?

He doesn't care about life and death, as if he had been influenced by his thoughts since he was a child.But this matter can't be done on He Tingzhao, there is no need to discuss it.So much so that he got the news from S City in the car that He Tingzhao lost oxygen in the car and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.Without knowing the specific situation, Song Mingzheng already felt that his eyes were darkened, and he was half suffocated.

Regret is one of the most useless behaviors of human beings. Song Mingzheng flew to France because of work, and he never expected any consequences that he could not bear.He knew that He Tingzhao had discovered Mu Chenyuan, and he also knew that sooner or later He Tingzhao would know the purpose of Mu Chenyuan's existence.

Song Mingzheng never thought of deliberately hiding it from him, but if he didn't ask, then he wouldn't tell, maybe there would be a little trouble, but it's just that one more thing is worse than one less thing.

I just want you to be happy.

He also knew that He Tingzhao had found the laboratory where Burris' medical team was housed, and had clashed with the security personnel.In fact, he didn't need to ask about these things. When he knew, his subordinates had already dealt with them. Those people would no longer exist as human beings, but turned into ghosts.

These two messages, one after the other, are coherent as a whole and have a huge impact.Song Mingzheng knew about the conflict first, and He Tingzhao, who knew about it later, was sent to the hospital.

Apart from his anger, the only normal question his brain maintained at that moment was to ask He Tingzhao whether the hospitalization was related to the injury in the conflict.

Where is the injury, or not enough oxygen.

The other end of the phone could only deny that He Tingzhao was injured in the conflict, but no one gave him the reason behind it.

Song Mingzheng also had his own intuition, just like He Tingzhao had guessed what he was doing after so long.

The two tempted each other full of protective desires, and finally both ended with each other feeling distressed.

Or maybe it's officially over.

This section of the road is 9500 kilometers, and the direct flight to the ground is much faster than before, and it took a full half day, [-] hours.

Song Mingzheng didn't eat a mouthful of food or drink a mouthful of water. He just lay motionless on the seat with his clothes covering his face, and he couldn't see any ups and downs of breathing.It seems that something happened to He Tingzhao, and before the death sentence was pronounced, he had already tossed half of his life by himself.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening when I returned to City S. The city was brightly lit and never went out all night long.Song Mingzheng felt like a high-speed spinning top, which completely stopped when he was on the plane, and was fully mobilized at this moment.

"How are you?" Song Mingzheng's first sentence after getting off the plane was this. His tone was not aggressive, and he even sounded a little weak.But probably his eyes were really scary, the subordinates and the housekeeper who came to pick him up stood in two rows, but they didn't even dare to mention He Tingzhao's name.The two rows of people looked at each other, completely killing Song Mingzheng's patience. As he walked towards the car, he impatiently moved the butt of the gun on his waist. Pulling it out, it's just that this action is his expression of anger, which is enough to make people nervous.

"Don't worry, Third Master, Young Master He is fine." The butler stepped forward bravely. He was responsible for taking care of these daily affairs, and it was his duty to take care of He Tingzhao. A layer of sweat broke out. "I lost oxygen in the car. The nurse stopped halfway to help He Shao take care of his body. He found it in time. People... people have already woken up in the hospital, and I know you are waiting for you when you come back."

"Okay." Song Mingzheng replied without saying a word, walked to the front of the convoy, the driver opened the car door for him, and the man stepped in with long legs, rolled down half of the car window, revealing a pair of upturned phoenix eyes, "yourselves I know in my heart, whoever should buy the grave, go and buy the grave by himself."

A group of people were completely silent, and they did not dare to vent their anger. It is not known whether Song Mingzheng said it in a fit of anger or seriously.The windows of the car rolled up quickly, and they got into the car with Song Mingzheng, and then headed towards the hospital one after another, like a group of migrating animals.

In fact, he himself deserves to die the most.

The airport is far from the city hospital, but fortunately there are not as many cars at night as there are during the day, and there is no traffic jam near the middle of the night.

But after going back and forth within a day, Song Mingzheng is actually not very sensitive to time, and the anxiety in his heart has diluted the waiting on the road. Even though he already knows that He Tingzhao is fine, he is still afraid and apprehensive.

Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao, I beg you.

In fact, if he really succumbed, Song Mingzheng knew that, just like He Tingzhao treated him, they would agree to each other, that would be reluctant.

But he never made a request, maybe because he was the active party in this same-sex relationship, or maybe because he was not used to bowing his head to anyone, and he was not used to reconciling with himself.

Even the gods can't hear the unspoken request, so how can ordinary people be expected to understand it.

After getting off the car, someone picked him up at the hospital, and Song Mingzheng still wanted to maintain his calm status as the third master, but he was very upset.Subconsciously, he always wanted to touch his waist. The weapon was the source of his sense of security. The butt of the gun was close to his skin, and the pain hit Song Mingzheng again in the night wind.

He didn't stop walking, glanced at it hastily, the palm was bloody and bloody, the wound was not deep, and there was a neat little line across the palm lines.

He himself cut it with a fruit-cutting dagger in the car without knowing it.

Song Mingzheng, you useless thing.

Withdrawing his eyes, he was finally led to the door of the ward, and he was only one step away from the one he loved.

When Song Mingzheng entered, he pushed the door hard, and the loud noise almost made He Tingzhao tremble.Originally subconsciously wanted to lose his temper, but the oxygen mask added a little barrier to his speech, so only during this pause, his eyes saw Song Mingzheng's face first.

The black shadows under the eyes are a little obvious, and that perfect face looks devastated, with an unconcealable tiredness.

He felt distressed again.

It's just that his appearance, in Song Mingzheng's eyes, looks more than a million times weaker.

Lover why bother torment.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-2022:45:13￣2020-11-2122:20:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦￣感谢投出手榴弹的小天使：花卷卷卷卷1个；

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Juanjuanjuanjuan, 1 gift to Erheshan; thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Totosang; Will continue to work hard!