private romance

I'm not a stupid kid who just cries.

But I shed a lot of tears.

The man was lying on his back on the long sofa in the dark room, with a bloody arm hanging down, the blood was dripping down silently due to gravity, it had already been scratched by himself.

Sometimes Song Mingzheng believed very much that there are no two people who are exactly the same in this world, lovers are more like complementing each other, and he would become quite calm in front of He Tingzhao, this kind of thinking was also manifested, so it occupied his life. most of the time.But occasionally it is broken, just like at this moment, they chose extremes for each other, and declared their inner grievances and anger to each other in a way that hurt themselves, but they could never say a word of no.

Someone knocked on the door, and Song Mingzheng stayed inside without making a sound for several hours, because his unpredictable personality was really unpredictable.Fearing that something would happen to Song Mingzheng, the housekeeper couldn't bear it anymore, so he hesitated a few times before coming to call him.

When He Tingzhao was hospitalized, the whole atmosphere in the family was gloomy, everyone had to be careful in doing things, they seemed to have lost their shelter, and they all lived under the haze of Third Master Song.But he had to be more loyal at these times, so as to reduce the possibility of offending Song Mingzheng.

"Third Master, here are alcohol, gauze and medicine."

The butler left the tray on the table next to the sofa without turning on the light.He can't say that he is familiar with this kind of thing, but Song Mingzheng is always unhappy, and it always happens. As long as he is in a bad mood, he always likes to shut himself in the room without turning on the light, but when He Tingzhao is at home, he can do it again. Come out soon.

As the housekeeper, he should have said a few more words of persuasion.He couldn't see the depth of the wound, but the bleeding all over the place was clear. In any case, at least he should be treated by a doctor. This is not to say that he is responsible to his master, but at least he has a human heart of compassion.

The old man who was over half a century old sighed silently in his heart. He still chose the latter between the flash of concern and the professional vigilance accumulated over the years.He used to be a soldier in the past, and fought countless times in the rain of bullets. After retiring from the army, he became a bodyguard, and finally slowly transformed into a housekeeper.In fact, those so-called heroic deeds have almost been forgotten, and now he is terrified when he sees Song Mingzheng.Sometimes when I think back to my youth, I also sigh. Although he is not of the same generation as Song Mingzheng, he first served Song Mingzheng's father, and then continued to take care of his son. In fact, it happened to run counter to his original occupation.

Twenty years ago, the housekeeper never thought that he would be with the Song family for so many years.Even though the Song family members are all gloomy and cruel, but for the housekeeper.They are still the most generous employers they can come into contact with. This generosity is not only reflected in salary, but also those resources that they don't care to share with them.

Perhaps this is the morality of their Jianghu people. The housekeeper has never been in touch with the core of their business and does not understand these things. But over the years, in addition to learning how to keep their heads down and protect themselves wisely, they have also learned to understand their hearts a little bit.

Song Mingzheng sat up straight, his appearance was a bit similar to the 90s Hong Kong zombie movie, where the ghost sat up straight from the lying down position.His expressionless face made him look even more terrifying.

But then he lowered his head again, stretched out his usual uninjured hand without saying a word, and grabbed the alcohol on the tray.

Then he pulled out the plug, brushed it, and poured the whole bottle on his arm.

No sound was made, and he didn't say a word.But Song Mingzheng frowned visibly, a subconscious reaction from the pain.

The housekeeper watched his actions, a series of smooth flow, without any hesitation, except for the slight frown, there was no expression on that exquisite face.

The housekeeper thought about it, and felt that he had to take back that understanding immediately, even if he brought it on.

He will never understand why someone is willing to hurt himself, even if it is to love someone again.Not so crazy.

But then he suddenly figured it out again.This has nothing to do with love, it's just that the few people surnamed Song he has seen have turned into dust even today. Those crazy names have long since disappeared, but the ones that can remain in his memory are those People seem to have done things like Song Mingzheng that violated laws, rules, energy, and instincts for a certain person.

Alas, forget it.

The butler walked back silently, and he still had to say something mechanically, "Third Master, the medicines are here, you can call again if you need anything. Tonight's video conference has been postponed for you. Young Master He's comprehensive consultation It started at eight o'clock tonight."

In addition, the food is ready, you can come down and enjoy it anytime.

The butler originally planned to use this sentence as a conclusion, but in the end he felt that it was unnecessary, so he silently swallowed it back.

Facts have proved that it makes no difference to Song Mingzheng whether he really said this sentence or not.

He couldn't eat a bite of food, and he didn't feel warm at all.

The housekeeper left quickly, and Song Mingzheng didn't bother to care if he really had a lot of family affairs to deal with, or if he was afraid that he would run away suddenly, so he beat him to death in this place.

Two days, 48 ​​hours, maybe a little more.

In fact, his mind is still very unclear and muddled, and he can't tell the difference between the sky and the earth when he sits up, even though he is sitting upright in the eyes of others.

He drank a lot of wine in the past two days, and the wine cellar was connected under the room, so he didn't need it at first. He didn't like this feeling of being unconscious, and He Tingzhao couldn't drink it either.It's just wasting nothing. He heard Zhaohe say this one year, so he remembered it in his heart, and sent a lot of wine the next day.

He doesn't drink that well.

Because no one dared to pour him, so he didn't practice.

But Song Mingzheng seldom cried anymore. When he was extremely sad, he didn't think of any better way to relieve himself other than hurting himself like this and drinking.He really wanted to cry, to release the stress, and ease his own sadness.

Xiao Zhao, my Xiao Zhao.

In fact, he almost couldn't remember the scene in the hospital that day, but he was still talking to Burris, and the sirens over there had already shaken his eardrums and started to hurt.

In fact, he wasn't that far away from the ward. He didn't even dare to go too far, and didn't think about leaving.

At first he just wanted to stand at the door, maybe counting down to five, then he couldn't help but wanted to turn around and go back.It just so happened that Burris sent a set of latest data, and Song Mingzheng's attention was completely attracted, so he was delayed for 7 minutes.

Seven minutes, he swore it was only that long.

Xiao Zhao, you are really disobedient.

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