private romance

When the rain stopped, the sun came out outside, and it was actually warmer than inside.

When the first ray of sunlight reflected on his body, He Tingzhao half-closed his eyes, probably because he had solved the matter at hand, which made him feel a sense of relief. Exhaustion roared over his cold and weak body, but he also No need to force yourself to feel sleepy anymore.

The electric wheelchair stopped at the gate and stopped moving forward.

There are bodyguards and mercenaries waiting in full battle on all sides, surrounding the entrance and exit of the building in a siege posture.They seldom appear in Xicheng on weekdays, but He Tingzhao is also familiar with them. These people seem to be Song Mingzheng's confidantes.

The gardens are endless, spanning and circling the entire building complex.A row of cars was parked in front of the garden.The man in black clothes and long boots leaned against the car door. He didn't deliberately stand in the center, but regardless of his aura or appearance, he had the strongest sense of presence here.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, and it was rare that neither of them went any further.

Song Mingzheng seldom showed joy or anger on his face, but this group of travel and dust who led people back must be anxious, and others probably have a little anger in their hearts.

Or more grievances.

That's the downside of paralysis.He Tingzhao sighed softly in his heart, Ah Zheng, if I could go over and hug you now, I would probably act like a baby with you, I don't know if you would find it annoying.

As a result, his eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly. He was already unable to support his neck, but he still tried his best to stand up tremblingly, and smiled at his lover.

There is no need to say anything more.

This is one of the reasons why he seldom cries.Ever since he was injured, he was not used to solving problems by shedding tears.In the past, I felt that Song Mingzheng was fledgling, and he was not yet capable of solving the things that made him feel at a loss.He Tingzhao awakened from his sexual orientation since childhood, but he always knew that he was also a man, so he didn't put his whole body and mind under the position of his lover.

There are many things that two people have to bear together.

He shed a lot of tears, he felt weak, and his lover was also worried.

Well, actually it doesn't matter whether you are weak or not, He Tingzhao thought, Ah Zheng, how can I make you feel at ease.

This gentle smile had an absolute healing effect, and the silent man was not far away, like a dark and delicate sculpture.But soon he moved, the sound of boots falling on the ground was clear, and he walked steadily step by step, just like every day in the past.

Song Mingzheng stood still in front of the wheelchair without saying anything.He knelt down on one knee and straightened He Tingzhao's legs and feet covered under the blanket.Because they are only faintly exposed, no one notices that they have become obvious due to sedentary.

"Why don't you change the cotton boots?" He asked softly, "The feet are going to be swollen."

"I don't like it." He tilted his neck, his head could not help but droop to one side, his saliva began to flow up, and his speech was a little unclear.I don't know why, as long as he comes, He Tingzhao will become extremely relaxed.No matter where he is, at home in the hospital, with his parents, nurses or doctors by his side, none of these people and things together can give him more sense of security than Song Mingzheng.

"How can Mrs. Song be weak?"

I finally got a laugh from Song Mingzheng, and the words were still full of love, "Go home, can I rub it?" Seeing He Tingzhao lose his strength, Song Mingzheng got up quickly and hugged him with one hand Wipe his head skillfully and naturally, so that he can lean into his arms.The other hand quickly lowered the back of the wheelchair for him so that he could lie flat in the wheelchair later.The dungeon is on the westernmost side, and there is still a long distance from the main building. Although it will take a while to go back by car, Song Mingzheng is reluctant to let him bump the short distance to the front of the car.

A few years ago, he could still carry He Tingzhao to various places, and He Tingzhao also liked to be hugged by him at that time.It seemed that his arms were the safest place in the world.Every day when I open my eyes, the little sweet bean next to me will tremblingly raise my right hand and say "Ah Zheng, I want to hug."

At that time, Song Mingzheng could often hug him and wander around all day long, wishing he would never let go of him wherever he went.Sometimes he often has to go abroad and go back to France or Austria and Portugal. In fact, it always takes three to five days, and the difference is not a long time.But at that time, the two of them were like glue, no matter how you looked at it, it was hard to leave. In the end, it was He Tingzhao who wanted to drive him away, and the housekeeper helped him pack up. Smiling and scolding him, "You can just take me away and put it in the suitcase. If the customs finds it, you will say that you picked it up on the road. If you detain me, you will come back and pay me a fine."

His voice didn't disappear, and the next second, the world was spinning.There was no strength below the neck, He Tingzhao lost his center of gravity, but he fell firmly into a firm and warm embrace.His mouth and nose are full of familiar scents.

The man's voice was hoarse and gentle, hiding the desire that He Tingzhao hadn't heard for a long time, "Good idea, Xiao Zhao, I just want to take you away. It's just that no one dares to detain you. Wherever you go, you will be by my side .”

Then the kisses were overwhelming, and Song Mingzheng could keep spinning in the long cloakroom in his arms, the two of them were always in love with each other.But no matter how long he held him in his arms, he never let his limp and useless body slip down even a little bit.

Those were some of his best years physically since his injury.It's only now that I think about it, it seems that it has become as long as the days before the injury.

Now Song Mingzheng didn't dare to hug him anymore.He will feel dizzy, anxious, nauseous, feel sick and want to vomit, and feel a lot of discomfort.And all the fear of the unknown, maybe just for a short-lived hug that has been carefully embraced by each other.

But even so, He Tingzhao still came here in person today and gave Song Mingzheng a decisive response.

She would rather die, give up herself and Song Mingzheng, give up their love, give up those days when they could kiss and hug him again, give up everything they have today.

And don't accept a heart that doesn't belong to him.

Row.

On the way here, Song Mingzheng thought, baby, I'll let you do what you like to do, and from now on, just live as usual.

I will not feel better, I will suffer more every day watching you weaken, but it's okay, I won't blame you, and I won't tell you.

My baby, you just have to be happy.

Anyway, if you're dead, I'll just go with you.

We don't bother each other anymore.

Song Mingzheng did it himself to support the person in the wheelchair and push him to the side of the car, and then watched several nurses professionally carry the person back into the car and bring him oxygen.

In front of Song Mingzheng, he can finally take off his nasal oxygen, put on a more comfortable oxygen mask, and put on everything that is more comfortable.Song Mingzheng got into the car, sat on the other side, and helped He Tingzhao take off his shoes. The two drooping soles that were not fixed were swollen as expected.Song Mingzheng leaned over to help his lover move a little bit to lie on his side, so that he could rest his legs and feet on his body, so that he could rub them for a while.

"Azheng...Azheng?" The car started, and He Tingzhao's consciousness gradually lost, but he felt relaxed again, as if the pain in his left shoulder was not so obvious.He knew that he would fall asleep soon, and when he opened his eyes, he would have returned to his familiar home, and his lover would be by his side. "Are you a little angry?"

"No."

Song Mingzheng responded subconsciously. He was really not angry, but he felt that he should add something about his emotions at the moment.

"I just think that if you have anything to say, you can tell me directly." The man's tone was soft, without any accusation, but full of grievances, and he seemed to be begging for sugar from He Tingzhao "Xiao Zhao, after all these years, I But did you blame you for anything? Or what did you say, and I didn't agree..."

"I told you, Ah Zheng didn't agree." The white mist in the mask dissipated again and again, as weak as his voice, like a life that couldn't be grasped and was passing away, but the words were clear It's light and sweet, "I'm so jealous, you begged that kid before, and you will definitely treat him well."

The fingers with well-articulated bones skillfully massaged the acupoints of those soft and paralyzed feet, chatting while doing these things, it seemed that Song Mingzheng had already become a kind of nature that had been integrated into the flesh and blood.Ruifeng's upturned eyes drooped a little at the moment, and she flitted over and glared, "Then why don't you ask him how I treat him? You know it yourself."

"How can I love others."

"You don't know how many times to say something that you can't ask for once."

"I will always promise you."

The author has something to say: talk about love for a few days before doing things