private romance

"He matches all your points."

Song Mingzheng leaned close to He Tingzhao with his upper body, and whispered in his ear, but his voice was murmured, slowly becoming a whispered soliloquy.

"It's quite strange. Those experts said that it's like creating another person with your genes, but I don't think so, Xiao Zhao."

He leaned forward again, and placed a light kiss on He Tingzhao's forehead, "But I don't think so, I have so much love for you, I don't have any desire for him, and I don't want to meet you in my life." Such a person."

"I just want to save you."

There was no sense of relief when he had finally said what he had to say.Song Mingzheng can say these words at any time, and is not limited to a certain day or a certain situation.

Only when the last sentence can be achieved can he truly be at peace.

Song Mingzheng stood up slowly, the gap between his and He Tingzhao's eyes gradually widened, then he smiled and slightly turned his head sideways, "Hey, wait for me, I'll ask about the progress of the operation now, let's do it as soon as possible. "

"It won't hurt for long, really."

I swear with you, if I can cut the liver and lungs out, I will definitely save you, so you have to believe me.

If I could, I would have given you my own.

"A Zheng...A Zheng."

He Tingzhao opened his eyes wide, the heart-piercing pain soared up, and the blood oxygen saturation began to drop unknowingly, "Don't go...I, I don't want to..."

His voice is not loud, but it can actually fall into Song Mingzheng's ears.

But he didn't listen.

If he continues here, speaking softly, in fact, he will fall into the land of tenderness again.But no.

He Tingzhao wants to persuade him, his Xiao Zhao is different from him.In fact, it is difficult for Song Mingzheng to understand the definition of kindness. In his opinion, it is an illusory vocabulary.I don't think it's unrealistic, but it's rarely used in ordinary life, so it's hard to say whether it appears every minute or every second.

But he knew he was different from most people.

If paralysis is the loss of control of a certain part of the body, then he is a complete blankness in the mind.

Song Mingzheng is cruel, gloomy, and rarely empathizes with others.

Whether it has something to do with his childhood environment is still unknown, but Song Mingzheng himself is too lazy to think about it, people will only reflect on it when they feel regret, but he has never been dissatisfied with his current life.Even in the face of He Tingzhao's injury back then, what he thought was if he could grow faster or be more vigilant at that time.

Never was, if he was a normal person.

If he was an ordinary person, then he would not meet He Tingzhao, and he would not have love.The stability of everything else, all the suns under the sun, are no longer important things, and they are not attractive to Song Mingzheng.

With you I have everything, give you everything I have.

I am willing to be cruel, and I am willing for you to hate me for it.

"Wait a second, wait a second for me."

Song Mingzheng bent down, and gently touched He Tingzhao's face.Fingertips caressed his chin, and the ring shook slightly when it touched the oxygen tube.He carefully and patiently helped He Tingzhao adjust the position of the breathing mask, his face was already blushing, and he had to move frequently while wearing the mask, otherwise the skin would be easily crushed.

"Don't worry, baby, don't be afraid."

He didn't give He Tingzhao another chance to stay.

If you wait any longer, he will stay and listen to him.No matter what He Tingzhao wanted to say, whether it was begging him not to follow him if he died, or begging him to give up Mu Chenyuan's heart.

Will not work.

When turning around, Song Mingzheng clenched his fist involuntarily, and the wound became extremely painful under the sudden squeeze.A sticky feeling gradually spread, and he knew that it was the blood squeezed out of the wound by himself.

This time, it was really his own blood.

In fact, maybe, Song Mingzheng thought, there would be a little estrangement between them.His Xiao Zhao would probably be angry.But it doesn't matter, as long as a person is alive, he has a lifetime to overcome this barrier and let him release his guilt slowly.

They will be fine in the end.

Song Mingzheng turned around and walked out of the ward. This was a cruel thing for him.It was the only time in his life that he clearly took advantage of He Tingzhao's disability, left him behind, and didn't listen to his words.

Baby, you should understand, I don't want this.

He Tingzhao could no longer hear his thoughts.

"Azheng...Brother...Brother..." He Tingzhao called him behind him, his throat tightened, he didn't really think about it, indeed everything can be said later, it's nothing now, I just.

I hope you can not go, you stay with me, I just want you by my side.

Don't you love me the most?

Why do you know, you clearly know, you will still go.

I'm really upset.

Song Mingzheng closed the door, and with a light click on the lock, an unprecedented Milky Way was drawn between the two of them.

No matter what, Ren He Tingzhao couldn't cross it.

But at this time, he felt a lot of resentment again, and he ignored his body directly, and it seemed that he rushed back to the emotion when he was in the car, or maybe it never subsided.

Ah Zheng, since this is the case, I want you to feel sorry for me.

You let me hurt once, and I will pay you back once, isn't it too much?

Never again.

He Tingzhao is a paraplegic at a high position, with few moving parts on his body.Generally, a single bed is set up in the hospital, and railings are raised on both sides at the same time, so this is used as a nursing bed.But obviously the VIP ward where He Tingzhao was staying was mainly for the comfort of the patients. There was a large four-poster carved bed with a curtain hanging around the bed.

In fact, the purpose is good. The patients living here are either rich or expensive. Try to let them experience the feeling of being at home, and relax the whole person, which is also better for physical recovery.

But obviously it has become a disadvantage that Song Mingzheng can't come to regret at this moment.

In fact, even without the guardrail beside the bed, it would be difficult for He Tingzhao to move his body out of bed.It's not that he lacks strength, but he has severed the connection with the body below the collarbone.Those efforts to control were all in vain, his body no longer belonged to him, but was still connected with those sentient parts in the form of flesh.

But people are like this, they always try to be brave.

He slowly moved his right hand and raised his stiff right arm a little bit. It was warmed by Song Mingzheng's hand a moment ago, and it was padded on the soft pillow. Now the curled palm at the end became cold again.

In fact, I can't feel it, but why do I feel so cold.

It seems too ironic that the rehabilitation of the past so many years can only be used at this moment.He Tingzhao stretched out his right arm, trying to hook the cabinet next to the bed. There was a detector on it. If it really fell, an alarm would be triggered, but He Tingzhao didn't care about these things now, and he probably knew it in his heart. His own strength is negligible.

To put it bluntly, it was just a competition with myself.He couldn't embarrass Song Mingzheng, let alone do anything to him.

The curled up chicken paws were powerless to open, without the slightest grip, contracted and twisted in the palm of the hand, and the fingers twisted and overlapped.There was no strength in his arm either, He Tingzhao waved it in the air for a while, he could only throw his palm to the side cabinet, and he didn't even have the strength to pull it over.

Gradually he got tired.

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