private romance

"Young Master He, let's rest first." The nurse was a little worried in his words, "If the third master knows, he should worry again."

"It's okay, I'll sleep in a while, be obedient", He Tingzhao responded softly, he frowned and smiled, his expression was very gentle, "With me here, he won't attack you, if he dares to, I will Kill him."

"Why worry about this!" The little girl pursed her mouth, feeling very distressed, "How can you bear this with your body?"

"I'm afraid you won't be okay if you get scolded?" He Tingzhao coughed twice. He always felt worse at night than during the day, but he still joked with a smile, "I'm so heartless, but I don't know. For chatting, if I don't sleep you should hit, I still love to listen to you children chatting."

"Oh!" The nurse blushed and stamped her feet in embarrassment. "I just hit once! I won't hit you next time. You are not a child, you are not a few years older than us."

He Tingzhao leaned on the bedside and listened to the jokes of a few little girls and tried to lift his spirits. In fact, he was very tired, but Song Mingzheng said he would come back at night, so he wanted to wait a little longer.Originally, I could arrive in the evening, but I just went to a banquet and had to wait until the end of the evening.

He didn't ask Song Mingzheng these things, such as which game he went to and who he had dinner with.But the He family itself is also one of the most famous families. As long as Song Mingzheng is in S City, his family will always go to the rounds he goes to, so he can always hear about it.He Tingzhao was a little sad. His parents were also at the banquet tonight. The family represented by Song Mingzheng was different, and the forces represented were different, but they were all there for him, to find those medical geniuses and cleanse them up. , please sell well.

In fact, He Tingzhao is clear about what his body looks like. He can't stop the people around him from dedicating endlessly to this body, but he can't just watch them give.

Alas, He Tingzhao, you have to last a few more years.

He Tingzhao still couldn't help his body, after nine o'clock, he really couldn't bear it anymore, his consciousness was lost, and his breathing became short of breath.The nurse was afraid that something might happen to him, so he cleaned up He Tingzhao's body, put on oxygen and let him fall asleep on the bed first, not daring to make him wait any longer.

He Tingzhao woke up in the middle of the night.

He didn't sleep well, but it was rare for him to wake up suddenly like this.Suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep, and then felt palpitations for no reason.It's not the kind of sadness of angina, but the indescribable panic.

"A Zheng...", he called out to Song Mingzheng, his throat was a little sore, but he didn't get a response, which made He Tingzhao's heart flustered.He slept on his side and turned to the right, but he didn't need to turn his head to know that Song Mingzheng was not by his side.

He Tingzhao moved his right hand, the hand by his side seemed to be more difficult to move than before, he wanted to touch the bell at his hand, but he didn't know if it was because of worry, the more he wanted to touch it, the harder it was to press it.

The trembling right hand finally pressed down, and the sharp alarm sounded immediately, and the night nurse rushed in to check his condition, only to find that He Tingzhao was already sweating.

"What's the matter, Young Master He, what's wrong?" The nurses looked at each other and hurriedly wiped his sweat and massaged him to relax his muscles. "Do you need to call a doctor?"

"A Zheng...A Zheng hasn't come back yet?" He Tingzhao's breath was unsteady, but after having someone by his side, the uneasiness eased somewhat.Song Mingzheng will always do what he promised him, and he will definitely come back when he says he will come back, "Is it too early?"

The nurses looked at each other and comforted him softly, "Don't worry, the third master is back and resting in the guest room. You fell asleep at that time, so I didn't call you, and the third master came to see you."

"Why don't you come back to sleep?" He Tingzhao was very mentally weak and needed to rest.The nurse rubbed his left hand, but it was a little stiff, and the joints couldn't help stretching toward his heart, "What's wrong with him?"

But if you can come back, why don't you come back?

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, relax." The nurse was afraid that something might happen to him, so he could only slowly coax him, "The third master drank too much, and said he might smell of alcohol on you, so he slept in the guest room tonight. He's fine. Yes, don't worry, let's take a good rest, and the third master will come to accompany you tomorrow."

"Help me up...I'll go and have a look", He Tingzhao closed his eyes, he was so worried that he couldn't sleep, he had to see Song Mingzheng with his own eyes to feel at ease, "Let me take a look at him."

He Tingzhao is easy to talk at any time, except when some things happen to Song Mingzheng.Compared with Song Mingzheng, the nurse was obviously more worried about He Tingzhao, and tried to persuade him repeatedly, but He Tingzhao still insisted on getting up, "Be obedient... listen to me, okay? I'll just look at him." He couldn't move by himself, so many things happened. At this moment, he became powerless, and even his lover who wanted to take a look at him asked someone to pick him up, "Is it okay to just take a look? Seeing that he is fine, I will feel at ease. I will come back to sleep, okay? Okay?"

The nurse couldn't hold him back, so he could only hold him up and carry him into the wheelchair. He Tingzhao was so dizzy that he couldn't sit up straight, his left shoulder was so painful that his heart affected him. Putting his raised feet back, He Tingzhao endured the discomfort, pushed the joystick himself, and wanted to go outside.

"Young Master He, don't be in a hurry, let's put our feet in place and be careful!" The nurse could only put He Tingzhao's legs and feet on the pedals, his crooked legs were leaning to one side, and his feet were pointing weakly from time to time. , trembling slightly.He Tingzhao pursed his lips, unable to listen to the words, and asked tremblingly, "Where is he?"

"Here, here, I'll take you there. Don't worry, don't worry." The nurse went to push the wheelchair. The electric wheelchair was heavy and heavy. Fearing that he would bump into and fall, he left the master bedroom like this, but Song Mingzheng was not in the guest bedroom next to him, and slept downstairs.

"Don't drink, take it away! Vomit—" A group of servants gathered around the guest room, most of them bowed and waited tremblingly.Song Mingzheng's temper is usually not good, and everyone in the family is afraid of him, and his temper is even worse after drinking, and he can't listen to a word of persuasion.Before He Tingzhao entered the room, he heard Song Mingzheng losing his temper. The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, which made him feel uncomfortable.When I came in, I saw that the room was even more messy. The ground was smashed by Song Mingzheng, and the ground was covered with debris. I don't know what happened.

Song Mingzheng's dress hadn't been taken off yet, and the orthodox and complicated morning gown was properly put on. Song Mingzheng was a typical clothes hanger, and with that bright face like a morning star, he was so beautiful that no one could match him.

He leaned on the sofa crookedly, propped his head with one hand and closed his eyes, his good-looking brows were slightly frowned, he couldn't drink alcohol, he couldn't see anything, but he still looked uncomfortable.

The housekeeper stood beside him holding the tray and didn't dare to make a sound. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and saw He Tingzhao, as if he saw a savior.He exchanged glances with the nurse, and said softly, "Third Master, Young Master He... Young Master He is here."

"Xiao Zhao...Xiao Zhao...baby..." Song Mingzheng opened his eyes and saw He Tingzhao, his pupils under his thick eyelashes lit up instantly, he got up on both hands and feet, and walked towards him a little staggeringly, stopping halfway there , stood still, "Go back...Xiao Zhao went back to sleep, she's drunk, there's alcohol, you can't smell it."

"A Zheng... come here", He Tingzhao's voice was trembling, and he called him softly, "Come here, A Zheng, hug me, I feel bad, I want Ah Zheng to hug me. Look, the things in this place can't be passed by a wheelchair. I can't make it through, Ah Zheng."

"No." Song Mingzheng was a little unsteady standing on the spot, and the butler took two steps closer in silence, for fear that he would lose his footing and fall.Song Mingzheng laughed, grinning the corners of his lips and showing his teeth. His smile was big and bright, like the carefree look they had when they were young. Song Mingzheng turned around and rushed to the bathroom. The door slammed down, and he vomited in the dark.He Tingzhao's eye circles turned red, he raised his head and forced back the tears.

"Young Master He... let's go back and rest? The third master... the third master will be taken care of", the nurse persuaded in a low voice, He Tingzhao didn't say anything, and directly controlled the wheelchair and stepped on the messy ground, with glass stuck in the tire , but he didn't care. He drove to the door of the bathroom and listened to the movement inside from violent to slowly disappearing.

The faucet was running, and after a while, Song Mingzheng opened the door.People saw him stunned for a moment, he seemed to be a little more awake, still dizzy, but better than before.

"Xiao Zhao", Song Mingzheng's expression became very aggrieved, he leaned against the door frame and knelt down slowly, climbed two steps to the side of He Tingzhao's wheelchair, put his head on his lap, revealed a pair of eyes, quietly Looking at him, "I like you so much, I love you so much."

"I like you too", He Tingzhao couldn't control his distressed tears, but if he cried, Song Mingzheng would always feel more uncomfortable. He Tingzhao never dared to shed tears, but he really felt distressed "But in the future Zheng can't drink so much, he can't even go back to his room and sleep with me."

"I want to drink." Song Mingzheng shook his head, stretched out his hand, gently grasped He Tingzhao's immobile left hand, and wrapped it gently "Xiao Zhao, if I treat them well, they will treat you well... If you want money, I will give it, and I will give it whatever you want, what are you afraid of drinking... just because you are afraid of getting drunk, the smell of alcohol is bad, don't smell it."

"You will be uncomfortable, I don't want you to be uncomfortable." He Tingzhao spoke in one sentence, his voice trembling, tears could no longer be held back, and the tears fell like rain, "Ah Zheng... No, we don't ask for help , we don’t ask for help, I don’t want you to go, we won’t go, and we won’t go again.”

This boy who has always protected him has grown up to this day, and has become extremely powerful. Who would dare to drink him?Who would ask him to toast one cup after another, only for him, only for his unbelievable body, for him, go to the doctor one by one, go to the humble, pray for him one by one, let them save him, beg They make themselves comfortable.

Then he would rather not be good, would rather suffer, and would rather die in Song Mingzheng's arms ten years ago.

Don't bow your head, boy.

"Xiao Zhao, you have to live well," Song Mingzheng said softly, "Don't cry, don't cry, I won't be wronged, I miss you, I miss you, we want to be together." He raised his hand to wipe He Tingzhao clumsily. Tears "Xiao Zhao doesn't cry, I don't know what to do when you are sad, I love you so much."

But as he spoke, even his own eye circles turned red.

Song Mingzheng lay on his lover's lap, with an aggrieved expression, as if he had done something wrong and apologized in a low voice, "Xiao Zhao... I'm sorry, I made you sad, I paralyzed you, and I made you sad, don't be sad... I'm useless , don't be sad..."

"No, no, huh?" He Tingzhao moved his right hand, and his curled and trembling fingertips slowly touched Song Mingzheng's face. They stroked and comforted each other, "Ah Zheng, then you have to listen to me, listen to me OK?"

"Be obedient", Song Mingzheng nodded, tilted his head and smiled at him, "I'll listen to whatever you say."

"Then Ah Zheng, go drink sober soup and take me back to my room to sleep, okay?" He Tingzhao was so distressed that he couldn't look at his expression, he slowly coaxed him with a trembling voice, "Ah Zheng, I'm sleepy, if I stay here again I'll be fine." I'm sick, take me back to sleep, okay?"

Song Mingzheng smiled and hummed lightly.

In such a deep night, some people are in love, some are sad, some are alone and lonely, some are tearing themselves apart, some are happy, and some are parting.

There are also lovers who are crying.