private romance

When Song Mingzheng heard the news about Mu Chenyuan, he was cutting He Tingzhao's toenails. The two of them heard the news together.

He had just given He Tingzhao a bath, wrapped him in a blanket and carried him to the bed. Two white and tender legs turned sideways were exposed from the quilt and rested on Song Mingzheng's knees. The toe doesn't even look like it's owned by an adult.

Because of the deformation, retracted nails are a bit difficult to cut.Song Mingzheng held the pair of paralyzed feet that hadn't been on the ground for many years and cut them very carefully. Occasionally, when responding to He Tingzhao's words, he mostly answered with "um" and "good".He Tingzhao didn't think it was embarrassing to chat like talking to himself, and he was still beaming when he thought of something interesting.Only when he couldn't catch his breath when he was excited, or his legs and feet twitched a few times, would Song Mingzheng raise his head quietly, and helplessly told him not to scare himself, it was an ordinary and very warm night.

"Crazy?" When the call came in, Song Mingzheng couldn't move his hands. He didn't have any need to resist the secret He Tingzhao heard all the time, so he turned on the speakerphone "If you can't kill it, forget it, you need to tell me about this kind of thing." ?”

He sincerely felt that it was unnecessary, and his tone was not obviously displeased. He didn't even have the patience to wait for the second response, so he just flicked his finger and pressed the speakerphone. The phone was thrown far away, flying to the side of the bed .

"Sentence?" He Tingzhao basically heard the truth, leaned against the head of the bed to breathe lightly, curled his lips indistinctly, "Don't let him go yet, I don't like him by your side."

Song Mingzheng raised his eyes to look at him, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes closed half a lifetime of starlight.He Tingzhao's foot was still held in Song Mingzheng's hand. He had just finished cutting one. He pinched the acupuncture points on the sole of the foot, and then massaged He Tingzhao's ankle.Hearing the words, he raised his ankle a little bit, and shook it lightly, uncontrollably, his little foot drooped and swung, "Who am I going to cut the toenails for? Does this little thing have a conscience?"

"Hmph." He Tingzhao snorted softly, turning over lazily like a kitten in the afternoon.But he found that he was really a little unhappy. After trying to confirm Song Mingzheng's attitude, he didn't bother with this matter. It's just enough to save the child's life, and it's not a good thing to add evil.At first, I thought that Song Mingzheng had already understood and could deal with it properly, and they would live their own lives from now on, but now Mu Chenyuan is still there.

Even in the dungeon at home, because of his paralysis, he didn't have a very obvious sense of the distance, because it also made He Tingzhao feel that they were close at hand.

But he really doesn't like that this person is always in his circle of life. Even if he knows that Song Mingzheng won't treat Mu Chenyuan well, he is a prisoner or something. In fact, he himself finds this idea quite strange. It's not jealous, but after thinking about it, these ripples are nothing more than because Mu Chenyuan really occupied a lot of Song Mingzheng's time, when Song Mingzheng was forced to be nice to him.

Oh, why is this so, He Tingzhao complained to himself in his heart, the principles he was used to were gone, He Tingzhao, how did you learn to be pampered.

"Forget it." He whispered, his hoarse and dry voice was covered with a layer of small grievances, "You don't even listen to what I say now."

"Where don't you listen?" Song Mingzheng wrapped his nails in a paper towel and threw them away, washed his hands in the water brought by the servant, and after drying his hands and quickly rubbing them to warm them up, he put his newly trimmed and massaged paralyzed feet against the soft Good pillow.Then he leaned up to support his back with one hand and his shoulders and neck with the other, and helped He Tingzhao slowly turn over to lie on his right side, and then pinched his face, "The people are not dead, you don't like me letting them live That's it."

Leaning down, leaning against He Tingzhao's ear, the subwoofer was clearly magnified on one side, emitting warm breath from the cochlear collarbone, "I think Xiao Zhao cares about him very much, I'm going to be jealous."

"Oh, teasing me again!" He Tingzhao buried his face in the pillow and ignored him, his words were tinged with shyness, "Do you think I won't be jealous? You don't want him at home, so send him back quickly."

"Huh, you're crazy." Song Mingzheng talked about other people, his tone became very indifferent, "Whatever, it's not the first crazy one, but you." He sighed, and tapped his slender fingertips , stretched into the pillow and scratched He Tingzhao's nose, "What a waste, I got it because I betrayed my appearance."

"Don't do that next time."

He Tingzhao raised his head from the pillow, fearing that his cervical spine would hurt, Song Mingzheng immediately stretched out his hands to support him, and adjusted his posture so that he could lie comfortably and look at himself.Looking at the bright eyes, Song Mingzheng suddenly felt better. The boy he loved and protected since he was a child has never been wronged by the so-called "rival in love", which can be regarded as his own achievement.

To this day, they are still very close. He Tingzhao would tell him if he was unhappy, and he dared to say "no" to him casually.

That is his own achievement.

"A Zheng, I never told you." Because of heart and lung problems, the head of the bed cannot be completely flat and must be rested at a 45-degree angle, but He Tingzhao actually needs to be more comfortable lying down at this angle, and he can't speak. Too much effort.Perhaps it was because he was really serious. At this time, his words could easily be distinguished as not being a joke, and they were a little more forceful, "I am very...specially concerned about other people liking you. Of course, I know that your attitude determines everything, so I have to Let me emphasize again, you have done a very good job, I really have no less sense of security."

He Tingzhao shook his head, his expression was not serious, but his eyes were full of smiles, showing affectionate expressions.He raised his right hand a little tremblingly, but immediately fell down without strength.The slender wrist and the drooping palm hit the edge of the swollen belly, and fell to the bed again.Song Mingzheng immediately held that hand in distress, put it in the palm of the hand, felt it for inspection, and then followed his intention, and put the curled up paralyzed palm next to his face.

"Ah Zheng is so pretty." His lover laughed, which also made Song Mingzheng feel that everything is not as beautiful as he likes beauty.They shine brightly in each other's eyes, nourishing endless love "It's really beautiful, anyone who has seen you... will like you."

"I don't like many people looking at you and liking you. You are mine...your face is mine, and people are mine too." This sounds like a tyrant's declaration, but Song Mingzheng is in a good mood. He likes He Ting Zhao's possessiveness, I really like the occasional times when he shows his possessiveness.

That will make him feel how much he is needed by this person.Even if He Tingzhao was almost paralyzed and couldn't take care of himself, it couldn't bring him a sense of security.

Some things don't need to be said, and some things need to be said once in a while.

The night is gone, the sun is coming, although the night is endless, the day will always compete with it.

The next day Song Mingzheng had a business meeting with someone, which was booked early in the morning.He would not hide his time from He Tingzhao, even though he rarely took the initiative to ask.

It is also convenient for him to do what he wants to do. It is one thing to hide it, but it is another kind of favor to give him such leeway.

He Tingzhao was still awake when he left, Song Mingzheng helped him change his diapers and just cooked the porridge.He couldn't control it the night before, but after such a long time, he still has an extreme desire for his lover's body, which is the most direct confession between them, and the sex has not diminished in the slightest.

Even though he was more careful, it is estimated that He Tingzhao would wake up a little later than usual today.

"No rush." ​​Before getting into the car, Song Mingzheng and the housekeeper instructed, "Whatever he wants to do, let him sleep enough before doing it. If you don't need to get up, don't get up. This is his own home."

Physical matters are also out of control, Song Mingzheng guessed right every time.He Tingzhao didn't open his eyes until it was three o'clock in the morning, but he was still in good spirits. He listened to Song Mingzheng's instructions while being massaged by the nurse, and leaned against the bedside, sucking oxygen and laughing, his eyes narrowed like flowers.

By the time he survived the dizziness and was able to lean against the head of the bed, the porridge was just ready.

The nurse brought the porridge and carefully fed it to him. He Tingzhao didn't seem too anxious, and his appearance was always the same as usual.At this time, he was afraid that he would choke on his meal, and the nurse didn't dare to joke with him to make him happy. He Tingzhao himself also paid attention, and would not take the initiative to speak.But once in a while, I feel very happy when I look at the sunshine in the room.

Very lucky and happy.

The nurse said that his physical condition is better today, and he himself feels that he is in good condition today.But in fact, even if he is not in good condition, He Tingzhao will still ask the nurse to carry him into the wheelchair and push him out, and he cannot lie on the bed no matter what.

You can't bring people into the bedroom of his house.

Otherwise, even if Ah Zheng didn't say anything, he would definitely be upset.He Tingzhao knew in his heart that if Song Mingzheng was unhappy, he would not tell him that he was already so self-willed, if he could make him less sad, he would be less sad.

Sitting in the wheelchair, the nurse helped him sit up and asked him if he wanted to go to the cloakroom to choose clothes.After following him for a long time, the caregivers have to stay close at every step. The nurses are all good people, and they more or less know what he is going to do today. You just need to find a balance between him and Song Mingzheng. He Tingzhao is always easy to talk to.

"No need." He Tingzhao shook his head and smiled, the nasal oxygen connection tube glowed a little in the sun, "It's too time-consuming, just cover me with a blanket, it's hot at home, I want to come back to sleep later , How troublesome it is to help me change my pajamas."

This is his home, and he doesn't care about the image.

The nasal oxygen tube is connected to the oxygen cylinder behind the wheelchair, and the thick blanket hangs from the armpit to the soft pillow on the footrest, covering most of the body, but the outline of the disabled and paralyzed body is still obvious.On the pedals, a pair of white nursing socks are exposed against the toes of the soft pillow, and the tendency of overlapping is blocked by the separation pad.

From He Tingzhao's appearance, it could be seen that he had just woken up, and the nightgown was still on, which Song Mingzheng put on for him last night.

The nurse pushed him out and sent him to the reception room on the first floor as he ordered.He got up late, and he had already been taken there.

"he he he he he!"

The boy I met two months ago let out a weird laugh, and his paralyzed lower limbs looked like lotus roots just picked out of a pond, all dirty and bloodstained.His painting hand is covered with scars, with long nails, which are full of black dust.

Mu Chenyuan was surrounded by a group of bodyguards, and he was judged to be insane, because He Tingzhao wanted to see him, and they needed to be extra careful, so that Mu Chenyuan could not hurt He Tingzhao at all.

"I'm very sorry, Young Master He." The head bodyguard showed embarrassment, "You are in a hurry, and there is no time for him to clean up after you bring it out."

"It's okay." He Tingzhao responded lightly, "Let's all go out first."

"No." The bodyguard resolutely refused, "The third master said——"

"What did the third master say?" He Tingzhao's tone was gentle, with a smile in his eyes. He was younger than many bodyguards and mercenaries, and his tone sounded like an elder, "Didn't he leave long ago?"

Realizing that he almost slipped his mouth, the bodyguard changed his words in time, before he could finish speaking, "The third master will be angry if he finds out."

"I wouldn't do it without me." He Tingzhao moved his neck, bit the joystick and turned the wheelchair a little bit, so that he could get a closer look at Mu Chenyuan, who was crawling around in the bodyguard circle with a strange smile. Looking at him with interest, "But the third master must have said that he is not here, so you should listen to what I have to say."

"You have to listen."

The stalemate is his ultimate victory is the inevitable result, Nuo Da's room finally fell silent.

They are both much thinner than the last time they met. This time the room is well lit and there are fewer restrictions. They can see each other's appearance better, even though they have already been serious about each other through different channels. learn.

"Okay, stop pretending." He Tingzhao said lazily. He thought it was a little funny, and said in his heart that this kid is quite talented in acting. Under Song Mingzheng's hands, there are countless people who can't hold on to the punishment for so many years." For such a big person, don’t eat your hands, isn’t it dirty?”

"You're not dead yet?"

Mu Chenyuan's eyes were bloodshot, but the previous madness and weirdness were swept away.He glanced around, there were several obvious surveillance devices in the room, but none of the red lights were turned off.He pretended to be a lunatic for a month, and sometimes felt that he might really be crazy, and sometimes he couldn't even distinguish reality from fantasy.But when he really saw the source of his hatred, Mu Chenyuan pinched his palms.

He knew he was still awake.

Twenty days ago, he was dragged out of the pure white ward by several black-clothed bodyguards.Those people behaved rudely and politely in the past. They really dragged him from the bed to the floor, dragged him from the room out of the hallway by pulling his arms from side to side, and took him into the car again.

He knew that the sharp sword above his head had finally fallen, and he had hoped that today and today would come earlier countless times in the past, but when he actually encountered it, he was terrified. It was like the feeling before execution, and it was the most terrifying few minutes in his life.

The desire to survive took over, and Mu Chenyuan didn't know how he came up with the idea. In the blink of an eye, he heard ghosts crying and howling wolves on both sides of the corridor, and only then did he realize that this was a mental hospital.

Song Mingzheng locked him up with a group of lunatics.

In order to save his life, he thought of this method.Mu Chenyuan didn't know if it would be useful, whether it would anger Song Mingzheng and kill him directly.Sometimes he couldn't put it on and he couldn't help it, because he couldn't stand the first torture. The hot iron rod hit his body, and all the sentient parts of his body screamed and howled.

He also seemed to understand why Song Mingzheng had a mental hospital.

In the past 20 days, Mu Chen has not given up hope, but the hope is obviously getting smaller and smaller.Occasionally he would wake up during this process, and he would curl up in a corner and curse despicably, often thinking of He Tingzhao in front of him, wondering whether Song Mingzheng's sudden attack on him was because he was dead.

This is where he feels happy, even a sense of victory.

If he dies, I win.

"Don't you even have anything else to say?" He Tingzhao frowned, obviously not used to being cursed face to face, but then stretched out, not wanting to fuss with him anymore, "Your grandma is still waiting for you at home." Well, I'll get someone to take a bath for you in a while and you should go away quickly, don't stay at my house." After speaking a long sentence, the position of the nasal oxygen changed a little, and He Tingzhao felt a little uncomfortable, "New Year's Eve soon gone."

"How about my grandma!" Mu Chenyuan's eyes were almost tearing apart. He was most worried about his grandma for so long. He was warned in the car when he was taken back to S City, so he could only pray all the time, old man With the help of the police, he is living well at home. He already understands the rest, so he can only take one step at a time. "If you hurt her! I will crawl over and strangle you right now! Let's die together!"

"I told you I'll wait for you at home." He Tingzhao sighed, "Then I'll stay away from you, and give the bodyguards a chance to rush in in three seconds." That's what he said, but he bit the joystick and went A small step forward "I asked someone to buy New Year's goods."

"You don't need to take it as my favor or compensation." The wheelchair tried to push forward a little bit, and the feet resting on the pedals also trembled slightly with the slow movement.It's just that He Tingzhao's tone was flat, he didn't know if this was a negotiation, "I just find you annoying, and I want you to stay away from Ah Zheng."

"What's your purpose?" Mu Chenyuan's muddy face showed a trace of ferocity and defense that he never had before. He put his hands on the ground, his whole body was in a prostrate state, and his nails left deep marks on the carpet. "I must be your only source of heart, you can't let me go."

"I've made it very clear." He Tingzhao felt that they were not on the same channel, but luckily he had enough patience, "I just want you to stay away from Ah Zheng. Did you hear that?"

The wheelchair stopped in front of Mu Chenyuan, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could really pull He Tingzhao down.Mu Chenyuan had rehearsed in his mind, and it could actually strangle him to death.I don't know how funny the plot is, but two paralyzed disabled people actually have to think about whether to fight.

"I'll let you go, but I can let someone kill you at any time." His tone was flat, with a touch of Song Mingzheng.Mu Chenyuan shuddered, and raised his head in horror, "I have nothing to guarantee. If the power disparity is too great, there is no point in guaranteeing it. You can only trust me."

"Just treat me as if I'm dying and want to accumulate some virtue for my next life. I want to meet him again."

Probably because he felt the pressure was too strong, He Tingzhao moved his wheelchair back a little bit, "Whether it is the police, his people, or our family, they will never look for you in the future. I will still give you money, the house If you want to, you can choose anywhere in the world, even if you want to go abroad.”

"I have only one request. From now on, don't say anything about Song Mingzheng, let alone try to contact him. Although I think you probably won't, after all, Ah Zheng doesn't seem to have a good temper."

In the last sentence, there was a little smile in his voice.

"Don't bother me sir."

The sun breeds a little warmth and gentleness, which is quietly relaxing.

After a long silence, a slightly hoarse voice sounded, the boy's voice should have been clear, "...how can you guarantee that he won't come to me again."

He Tingzhao seemed to have heard a somewhat strange question, he opened his eyes wide and asked back, "Why is Ah Zheng looking for you? You are not me, and your heart is worthless."

what? !

Mu Chenyuan suddenly raised his eyes, as if he heard something unbelievable.The unbelievableness was hidden in his eyes, showing a yearning vitality.

"You have never been a good match." He Tingzhao smiled with a little compassionate tenderness as his thin body was tilted in the wheelchair.

"It doesn't match me."

The sunshine in the room in the afternoon, in the weak words, quietly took away the last trace of cold dust and haze.

"boom--!"

Song Mingzheng reached out and brushed the broken hair on his forehead, and turned off the sound of the headset.

He lowered his hand slightly, with a gun hanging from his fingertips.But he couldn't see any displeasure, and his flawless face didn't even look like it used to, with a smile visible to the naked eye.

Wisps of smoke were still emitting from the muzzle of the gun, Song Mingzheng put it away naturally.In front of him there is already a ghost who has lost his soul.The limbs are slender and beautiful, and it can be seen that it used to be a very beautiful body.

It's just that the face has been torn apart by the bullets at close range, and the face is gone, and it is completely impossible to see what the original facial features are.

"I think you like it." The man beside him picked up the cup leisurely, lifted the lid and blew on the tea leaves floating on it, "Although there are too many people giving away to you, it seems that there is no need to be so desperate? You don’t have to leave it to me if you don’t like it, how comfortable it is to look so beautiful.”

"Hmph." Song Mingzheng curled his lips, "You're too good at lying."

"Ok?"

"I don't like people who can tell lies." Eyelids lifted, he rarely added a few more words, "I like people who lie before and after."

"Hahahaha! The third master is a man of temperament." The man clapped his hands and laughed, "Or just say that you like the young master surnamed He."

"You can speak directly." Song Mingzheng stood up and waved his hands back, "I like He Tingzhao."

"Song Mingzheng will always only like He Tingzhao."

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