private romance

Song Mingzheng rapped on the table with his knuckles, each time echoed in the quiet room, each time ticking with the second hand.He quite likes this kind of sound, because it is regular, and the next time can be calculated, and it can be fully adapted to close over time.

Countdown is always exciting.In the past, when he still needed to compete with others for something with real swords and guns outside, he liked to use the countdown in his heart to show himself a kind of joy for everything that was sure of winning.

This habit has continued to this day, in fact, it is not used much now.

Counting down the seconds doesn't make much sense now, and it even scares him a little.

"Third Master."

Someone knocked on the door, directly disrupting the seconds in his mind.But Song Mingzheng didn't feel angry, he was very familiar with that voice, in fact, he could just open the door, it was a privilege he gave himself.Even his body was already used to standing up when he heard it, "Young Master He is waiting for you to accompany him. He said that he will not accompany him within 5 minutes. You will sleep in the guest room tonight."

"Here comes."

It's not a good mood, or it's a bad mood.But today He Tingzhao asked someone to take the initiative to call him, so it was better than the previous haze. Song Mingzheng responded, which sounded like a rare good temper.

He Tingzhao's nurse didn't wait for him to come out at the door, but he probably didn't go back either, maybe he went back to his room to rest.Although it was harsh, when Song Mingzheng was by He Tingzhao's side, they basically didn't have any work to do, and they could even relax a lot.

The masters here are always extra tolerant towards them, but it would be different if these people were of other identities.Originally, they were not nurses, maybe bodyguards, maybe mercenaries, maybe killers who followed the Song family for generations.It's just that when he switched to those identities, Song Mingzheng's moodiness began to repeat again, and he needed to maintain a high level of tension all the time. Why is it just for a vicious dog who doesn't know when it will go crazy? It's better to take care of a patient with no temper be more comfortable.

He Tingzhao was leaning on the head of the bed, the place where he was conscious had already become hot, and even sweated a little on his forehead.But the chest is still cold and wrapped in the bedding. He can't feel it himself, but his limbs tremble slightly, telling others that they are not very pleasant.

Going to the end of the bed and sitting down, Song Mingzheng lifted the quilt to give He Tingzhao a massage.He knew at a glance that his legs and feet should be cold now, and reaching out to touch them did not give him any surprise.

The little fat hanging on his calf seemed to be slowly passing away like the energy in his body, and most of it was consumed unknowingly in the struggle with the pain.Song Mingzheng felt very distressed, he always knew his lover's body better than his own, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to stop its decline.

But its touch in the palm is still soft, and every time he pushes it instinctively according to the acupuncture point, Song Mingzheng feels the apex of his heart tremble.

The servant brought tea, put it beside He Tingzhao, inserted a straw for him so that he could drink it by himself, and then quietly retreated out, as if he had never been here before.

These two masters do not require the presence of others when they get along.

"Are you losing your temper with me again?" He Tingzhao's voice was so weak that he wanted to cough whenever he spoke, but he forcibly endured it.But there was a bit of a smile in the words, no matter what he said, he still wanted to give Song Mingzheng a taste of sweetness, "Ah Zheng, you are like a child, but you can torment me."

Song Mingzheng bowed his head and remained silent. This kind of strange awkwardness was common among them, but the frequency had increased a little in the past year, and most of them were initiated by him, but it was much gentler than those verbal quarrels.At most, it can only be said that he is stubborn and expresses his different opinions again. He Tingzhao usually chooses to ignore it automatically, because Song Mingzheng will be better after a while, and he will calmly follow his own ideas.Or if he just acted like a baby, Song Mingzheng almost forgot his last name immediately.

But in fact, they are not willing to have such an awkward situation with each other.

Even if it's only a little bit, I don't want you to be unhappy.

"I always say I make trouble, when did I ever make trouble?" Song Mingzheng glared lightly, put his legs and feet that were finally warm on the soft pillow and placed them against the soles of his feet, and changed his other leg to help him continue rubbing "I have something in front of you." temper?"

"Third Master's temper has always been quite good." He Tingzhao laughed, and there were some obvious traces of cyanosis on his lips.In fact, he feels palpitations when he speaks now, and his chest feels uncomfortable, but he can't show it to Song Mingzheng if he can finish a whole sentence. He knows that Song Mingzheng is already at a critical point for his own spirit. All he can do is, There is nothing else to do except to appease.This kind of thing has to be done by oneself, and others can't do much about it. There is no saying that the person who untied the bell must tie the bell, so it has come to this time, at least don't cause trouble for him, it is He Tingzhao who is insignificant I prayed, "Today seems to be particularly bad."

"Tell me!"

Song Mingzheng looked over at a glance, and this time he was really a little angry, with a terrifying aura.He Tingzhao was stunned for a moment, and although he stopped talking, he squinted his eyes and was still very relaxed, because he knew that sometimes he was really self-willed and violently attacked by Song Mingzheng, but this person had to start coaxing him in reverse at the next sentence, forever This is always the case, without exception.

"I'm sorry." Sure enough, that momentum only lasted for a second, and then it was immediately taken away.The good-looking eyebrows and eyes were stained with a little sadness, and most of them were guilty. Song Mingzheng was like a docile puppy, who accidentally messed up the house and then stuck to his master. "Xiao Zhao, I didn't mean to murder you..."

"It's okay to be fierce." He Tingzhao moved his neck, and Song Mingzheng immediately leaned over to protect him, and slowly changed him to a more comfortable position.But just taking advantage of this time, I moved closer and quickly touched those cyanotic lips, begging for a favor, "I was self-willed in the first place. If you really didn't find out, we will be in the hospital at about this moment." See you."

"You still know?" The ruthlessness disappeared, but it was covered with a layer of grievance. Song Mingzheng rubbed the bed next to He Tingzhao sideways, and lay side by side with him. You're mad..."

"That can't be done." He Tingzhao was amused, his head tilted and just landed on Song Mingzheng's shoulder and rubbed against his beautiful collarbone, "Ah Zheng will die behind me, I don't like doing things , it will be a big trouble to organize the funeral."

In fact, Song Mingzheng knew everything he did, one didn't want to hide it, and the other didn't care.For He Tingzhao, Song Mingzheng's bottom line dropped again and again, and finally turned into complete connivance.He couldn't see He Tingzhao being wronged and sad, and he didn't want him to change his original intention.No matter for anyone or anything, if He Tingzhao wants to destroy the world, then he will become a demon king; if He Tingzhao wants to be a god in the temple, then Song Mingzheng will go to save all living beings, and the merits will be counted on him.

So much so that although his feelings towards Mu Chenyuan are very subtle, he still longs for his stubborn lover to change his mind, but if he really doesn't want to, that's fine.

He doesn't care about whether the business loses money or not. Song Mingzheng doesn't even bother to ask. He is a very easy-to-support person, doesn't need any money at all, and has almost zero desire for material things. He just needs to let He Tingzhao have a very Good material conditions only.Not to mention that Mu Chenyuan can't cause any chaos at all, even if there is any trouble, he doesn't even need to lift his eyelids, and someone under his command will naturally take care of it.

Even if the He family needs to intervene, the farce will end, let alone mess with him, at most send some money across provinces.Put the gun and the money in a box and send them to the officials. They will naturally understand that what should be collected and what should be put away is not a big concern.

At first he was just a little wronged, He Tingzhao was worried about him, and arranged for him to leave.But this emotion can't even be called awkward, Song Mingzheng felt that it was unnecessary to even say it.

He Tingzhao can do whatever he wants, no matter what, his house itself will not be forcibly entered, and it is impossible to touch the people he is willing to send in to live in.Not to mention Mu Chenyuan, even if He Tingzhao's best friend lived in the house behind his back, Song Mingzheng would not move a hair on him.

But He Tingzhao was worried, he was still worried.

Song Mingzheng didn't know whether he was sad that he didn't understand him so much, or that He Tingzhao was so weak that he still planned to go to L City, thousands of miles away, by himself.

It seems that everything is more important than Song Mingzheng, and it seems that everything is more important than his own body.

Song Mingzheng had no choice but to pretend he didn't know. His people went out to intercept Mu Chenyuan earlier than He Tingzhao's car. In fact, he hadn't figured out what would be the use of stopping them. At worst, he would throw them in the dungeon. To make this little bastard who only got him into trouble pay the price.

If he is willing, it is not impossible to continue the previous plan quietly.Song Mingzheng can prepare for everything, but the only hurdle he needs to overcome is that he has to lie.

For the first time, he could truly deceive He Tingzhao.

It's really hard.

Unlike He Tingzhao who lied to himself, it was always so easy.

He sat in the car and waited outside the door, watching the remote video. He Tingzhao was pushed out by the nurse and carried into the car, and he tossed back and forth for more than ten minutes.With a slight movement of his angle on the back of the chair, his frail lover seemed to close his eyes and take a good rest.Nurses surrounded him to smooth his breath, massage his inevitably swollen legs and feet in the morning, and put his shoes back on.

But even so, He Tingzhao still didn't change his mind, and after he was finally carried into the car, he was no longer seen in the video.Song Mingzheng cut off the video, and he can see the rest later.

Saw it with my own eyes.

The Bentley carrying He Tingzhao drove out of the driveway, and started very slowly.

Then it stopped in front of the Maybach across the gate.

No one got out of the car, but Song Mingzheng counted the seconds in his heart after only holding on silently for less than a minute and a half.

Bentley turned around and returned to the mansion.

Their silent duel was over, and Song Mingzheng won with He Tingzhao's submissiveness.

For a completely irrelevant person.

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