private romance

Probably due to the factor of mood, although He Tingzhao's health was up and down, but after returning home, Song Mingzheng raised him up little by little.It seems that he is very good at taking care of his lover, and he can start over very skillfully.

No matter what it really is, He Tingzhao is in good spirits every day, can eat normally, and his white and tender face is slowly filled with fat, giving him a little vigor from illness.

Song Mingzheng fed him and massaged him every day, and took a bath with him at night. His soft body was wrapped in his arms, and his thin limbs were floating in the water.Song Mingzheng would often secretly hug He Tingzhao very tightly, but this little possessiveness would always be discovered by the person involved.Then a sweet kiss with a smile will come on its own initiative. Although he often needs to move forward a little bit, the kiss lasts for a long time. It seems that hot water is not hotter than the body. It was much more presumptuous than before.

The working status is gradually recovering. In fact, it is not much different from before. The business affairs can always run normally, but the difference is whether he takes the initiative or not.Song Mingzheng's self-healing ability is very strong, the wounds on his body are healing quietly, it seems that the same is true in his heart, as if as long as He Tingzhao is really by his side, this person can be so strong that he will never fall down.

Occasionally they would chat about illness, and He Tingzhao seemed to be deliberately guiding Song Mingzheng to face his illness, just like he guided himself to face disability back then.

For example, he would tell Song Mingzheng with a smile before going to bed, "I feel fine today, but I will have a little difficulty breathing in the evening. It will be much better if you are by my side, Ah Zheng." Song Mingzheng said that after a while or later, he puffed up his cheeks and gave a serious look, "Ah Zheng, my shoulder hurts."

When Song Mingzheng was able to accept it gradually, it became.

My heart hurts.

These subtle little things happened occasionally a few times a day, and the frequency was not as high as his little spasms.Life is still going on as usual, even for He Tingzhao, it seems that the relationship between them is a little sweeter.Song Mingzheng doesn't run around everywhere, doing things that would make him terrified when he thinks about them, they are basically where his eyes can see, and it has to be said that he feels more secure than before.He was more open-minded than ordinary people. He Tingzhao himself didn't care much about how his body was like now, and dying earlier would actually cause less trouble to the people around him.It's just that he can't let go of Song Mingzheng. The man he loves so much doesn't know how to live independently, and he doesn't even know what kind of tie to wear with a suit.He doesn't like raising too many unrelated people at home, and he doesn't have a matchmaker. He Tingzhao asked the housekeeper to help him match him in advance, but because Song Mingzheng doesn't like him to work hard and is afraid of affecting his health, so these things are all I can only explain it secretly.

If one day he leaves suddenly, no matter what, his lover will have a very uncomfortable life.

It really made him worry.

But now, it seems that it is not the time to worry about these things every day.He Tingzhao has a lot of free time, so he always likes to go through all the ideas in his mind first, and deduce the approximate results, so that he can have a relatively satisfactory ending that is within his expectations. This can be regarded as staying in Song Mingzheng all year round. A little habit developed around such a paranoid.

His lover, his family, his attending doctor, it can be said that except for a few close friends he met when he was young, almost everyone close to him is actually not optimistic about his future, and they all think he is just A person who has no tomorrow after today.

But in fact, He Tingzhao is still a little optimistic in his heart. He knows that his life span must be shorter than normal people, but this short period can be extended appropriately.It's just that Song Mingzheng doesn't let him do anything, otherwise He Tingzhao himself actually thinks that he can still continue to do rehabilitation, but he needs to adjust the plan according to his physical condition.

Alas, people don't know how to work around, and giving up hope too early is never a good thing.

He Tingzhao has his own ideas. He plans to wait for Song Mingzheng's work to stabilize and return to the previous frequency. He plans to privately invite some cardiopulmonary experts and rehabilitation practitioners to jointly make a re-evaluation and judgment.According to the results, doing some exercises and treatments at home will also help the body recover, so you don't have to be completely confused like Song Mingzheng.

If he is really powerless, he has tried his best, and he does not rely entirely on the help and dependence of others to survive.If he can extend the time a little bit, even for a few months or a few days, then he thinks it is worth it. Being able to be with the one he loves is a good deal no matter what.

He knew Song Mingzheng was afraid, so he couldn't panic.

He said that it hurts here and there is uncomfortable, but if the pain really hits, he can't shout a word. No one understands this better than him.

Probably because he was really afraid that an inattentive person would disappear. Song Mingzheng became more docile in front of He Tingzhao than before. If he used to be like a cat that has reached the estrus period, now he is an extremely docile dog.He Tingzhao couldn't think of any other words to describe him, but he thought Song Mingzheng wouldn't mind that.

To be his loyal dog, his lover will wag his tail.

Thinking of this, he was about to laugh.

By Song Mingzheng's side, his happiness always comes so easily.

Song Mingzheng is very sensitive in this regard, he can easily feel the subtle changes in his lover, even if it is only a little bit, but in this subtle influence, if He Tingzhao can feel happy, then no matter what he faces, he will have nothing to worry about. Complaints accepted.Although some he likes, some he doesn't care so much.

At the end of the year, there were indeed more other trivial matters on hand, and some of them still had a backlog that had not been fully resolved before.On the one hand, Song Mingzheng is completely unwilling to leave home to run outside, and on the other hand, he has to arrange for people to handle these matters properly. His time needs to be cut more carefully to balance work and love.Fortunately, he has always done a good job in this area. If he really can't balance it, he will give up the money. If he no longer has this person by his side, it will become meaningless to fight for these things.

In the evening, an urgent email came from France, and Song Mingzheng was feeding He Tingzhao when he received it.He drank the new Chinese medicine in the afternoon, which made He Tingzhao's appetite obviously not good at night. He didn't want Song Mingzheng to worry. He could see that he was really trying to eat, but in Song Mingzheng's eyes, there was nothing he could do about it. Not distressed.

The left hand that was stiff in the chest trembled with the cough, and the contracted fingers twisted in a strange way. The strength brought by the convulsion was so great that Song Mingzheng couldn't break it apart even if he wanted to.The soft body was completely exhausted in the wheelchair, the chest and abdomen were weak and there was no way to cough it out completely, and the mouth that was sprayed was gruel all around.Song Mingzheng wiped it for him, and he hugged him from the wheelchair into his arms in a heartbeat, and rubbed his heart for him to calm down. It took him a long time to calm down.He Tingzhao leaned in his arms to inhale oxygen, the soles of his feet hanging in the air drooped, and half of his sock was wiped off Song Mingzheng's calf, and the turned-in feet barely touched his calf.

He heard the sound of the urgent mail being delivered, but he really didn't have the heart to pay attention to it.

On the contrary, the lover who was lying in his arms didn't even have the energy to say it was okay, but when he heard the bell, he still opened his eyes and shook his head slightly at him.

I'm fine, go and do your work.

But of course, as always, no job has a more important specificity than his.

At night, he helped put He Tingzhao to bed after washing up, watched him put on oxygen and rested, and Song Mingzheng had time to deal with other things.France is the place where the Song family made their fortune. Although the Song family is basically gone, the basic disk is always there, and it is as stable as Mount Tai maintained by Song Mingzheng.Therefore, it is said that it is urgent mail, and generally there is nothing particularly important.

There was a problem with a batch of their large shipments, and they passed under Song Mingzheng's nose, and were checked by the police.

It's not too serious, but Song Mingzheng has always been very strict about these things, so he held a short online meeting.After doing these things, Song Mingzheng immediately became the same as the rumored appearance, resolute and decisive, without the slightest bit of compassion or empathy.He feels that work is always the best thing to deal with, and it doesn't even take much brains for him.In fact, he doesn't care about those so-called justice beings around him, even if they don't have the guts to touch him.It's just that he doesn't like the feeling of being watched, so anyone who intends to destroy his peaceful life will die.

The few remaining elders took this matter very seriously, arguing endlessly online.Song Mingzheng sat in front of the screen without saying a word. He just felt that they were too noisy, and they couldn't come up with anything useful after arguing. It was a waste of time.

"Why don't you turn on the light again?"

The noise was so loud that Song Mingzheng really lost his mind and didn't pay attention to the movement outside the door behind him.When he turned his head to look, He Tingzhao had already opened the door halfway, and was about to come in by biting the joystick.

"Why are you up?" Song Mingzheng choked out his voice, and in the dark space, even the stinky French was gone, and it suddenly became quiet.Just opened the back of the half door, and the light has already shot into the room together with the wheelchair.He stepped over from the sofa in one step, and opened the door so that He Tingzhao's wheelchair could come in. "What's uncomfortable?"

"Oh, the long night is so lonely." He Tingzhao smiled, raised his right hand tremblingly and shook it slightly towards the switch, his curled palm waved slightly, "Turn on the light, let me see clearly, who is pestering you?" My husband won't let me sleep in the middle of the night."

"A few old men are arguing." Song Mingzheng turned on the light, and directly leaned down and kissed He Tingzhao's forehead, "Madam Song, don't be too virtuous."

The limp legs stuck together by the straps stepped on the pedals a little crookedly, one foot rubbed forward, and the toes were squeezed into the pillow, obviously inappropriate.Song Mingzheng spotted it at a glance, and immediately knelt down on one knee, held the sole of the foot and massaged it, rubbed the retracted toes back and stepped on the soft pillow.

By the way, he took away the tray on He Tingzhao's lap.

"Oh, what should I do if it's hot? You just have someone bring it in." Song Mingzheng was very sweet in his heart, but he still couldn't help but want to say it again.He often had nightmares, and his sleep quality was very average. He had seen some doctors a few years ago. At that time, He Tingzhao was still in good health, so he would come over at night and bring him some tea to help him sleep.Because he knew that he had business to do, He Tingzhao would rarely act coquettishly and beg him to go back, and would not keep it to make him worry. He would send things here and listen to him saying that he would drink them, and then he would obediently go back to sleep.The two naturally have a tacit understanding, and neither of them will let the other worry that "the heart will hurt if you sleep too little."

"Let's go now." He Tingzhao leaned on the wheelchair, looking down a little, watching Song Mingzheng massage himself, with a gentle voice, "I'm afraid you'll be too busy to sleep tonight... What's wrong?"

"The goods were checked by the note. I'll have someone say hello tomorrow." Song Mingzheng didn't care too much, he just wanted He Tingzhao to go back and have a good rest. gas."

"Then you really need to take a look." He Tingzhao worried more about him, "Don't have an accident."

Song Mingzheng's hands and eyes are open to the sky. According to his current power, no one in the country would dare to touch his things.As for the people on the bright side, of course they always want to check him, but at least in the province where S city is located, all the positions have been checked. If he still dares to move him, it means that the situation is more serious, or someone from higher up is coming to check. .

"It's okay, Xiao Zhao." Song Mingzheng helped him put his legs and feet in order, stood up and asked him to adjust his sitting position, and his words slowly stained with a smile, in a nonchalant contempt "I didn't hit our side either." , Which county-level city was investigated, I accidentally bumped into it, I will ask tomorrow, don't think so much."

"I'm afraid something will happen to you." He Tingzhao pursed his lips. He could deal with life and death calmly, but at this moment he couldn't help but panic, which made his lips turn cyanotic. Someone below betrayed you and wanted to betray you."

"That's too much." Song Mingzheng smiled and said, "My life is too valuable, but don't worry, they dare not."

"If someone really betrays me, no matter who it is, they will die."

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