villain two

After spending most of the night in the hospital, I finally stopped the damn stomachache.

Zhang Hengxiang, a soldier who had fought with the pain for a long time, finally survived until the moment when Mingjin retreated, and fell into a deep sleep under the influence of the medicine.

The next day when I opened my eyes and looked at the white wall, I was shocked.

After panicking for two or three seconds, I vaguely remembered what happened last night—thank God, this is not Beishan Hospital where my younger brother Zhang Ping works!

He relaxed in his heart, and relaxed his limbs on the bed, only then did he think of the guy who rushed into the hospital with him in his arms.

Subconsciously aimed towards the bed.

The bedside was empty, and there was no one lying on the bedside, let alone the big red eye circles of someone who had not slept all night.Zhang Heng wasn't too disappointed, just a little uneasy.

I really seem to be doomed. I have been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and I should be strong and straight, but ever since I met that annoying superintendent, all kinds of nasty expectations and imaginations have appeared in my mind for no reason?

Went to his!

Obviously, it was the chrysanthemum that was exploded, not the brain!

"Are you awake?" The door of the ward was pushed open, and Hong Liming's figure appeared.

He was lying on the bed half dead, but the man was as energetic as an idol superstar participating in a film festival. Zhang Heng felt unbalanced.

"Where did you die early in the morning?" The tone of the boss questioning the younger brother.

Hong Liming lifted the thermos cup in his hand, put it on the white bedside table, and unscrewed the lid.

What was poured into the small porcelain bowl was milky white juice, with a faint fragrance of rice floating in it, and it was purely boiled.

After eating Hong Liming's free food for so long, Zhang Heng knew at a glance that it was made by a man himself, and he naturally understood why the man ran away when he disappeared early in the morning. .

"I don't eat this stuff." Boss Zhang looked sullen as he saw the porcelain spoon filled with rice milk delivered to his mouth.

Hong Liming frowned lightly.

"You seem to hate things like porridge." Hong Liming asked, "Every time I make porridge, you always dump it in the toilet. Why?"

Zhang Heng opened his mouth and wanted to say "Fuck your shit", but his eyes suddenly caught sight of the thick rice milk that the man spent a lot of time cooking, and he paused.

"I was tired of drinking when I was a child." Zhang Heng frowned.

I don't want to recall the days when I drank gruel all the time.

He is not bad, he wakes up hungry every night, just counts the stars by the window, hoping that the dawn will come soon, and he can eat a small vegetable bun.

But Zhang Ping was too young to know how to endure, and would cry when he was hungry.

The weak and helpless crying of the younger brother was like a gleaming dagger in the dark night, cutting Zhang Heng's heart with a knife.

"In the orphanage?" Hong Liming asked in a declarative tone.

He has seen it all.

The gaze on Zhang Heng's face was tender and heartbroken.

Gentleness, Zhang Heng can still accept a thing or two, but the long-lost feeling of being heartbroken makes it extremely difficult for him to adapt, as if a plant transplanted to a different place for many years is suddenly blown by the distant wind of the homeland, and its roots will be shaken. loose panic.

Frightened to the point that his Adam's apple throbbed, a little itchy.

Zhang Heng coughed loudly, took the opportunity to turn his face away from the spoon in front of him, and turned his head back when he was almost coughing, and asked indifferently, "By the way, where is this?"

"The intensive care unit of Jiaolin Hospital."

Zhang Heng was taken aback.

Jiaolin Hospital, which has a long history and produces many famous doctors, is not much better than Beishan Hospital owned by Brother Ce.

As far as the relationship between the two is concerned to avoid being discovered by the outside world, if Hong Liming has any brains, he should send himself to a place where no one will notice, such as an unlicensed private clinic. Why did he choose Jiaolin Hospital?

And it's an intensive care unit!

You must know that Jiaolin Hospital has always been the first choice of the nobles in the political and business circles, and the intensive care unit is the most advanced and the highest level of security. Even the president has lived there.

It's just a stomachache and hospitalization. Is such an exaggeration deliberately trying to expose it? !

"Before no one comes, do you want to confess to your counterpart first?" Zhang Heng's heart was in a mess, but his face was calm and composed.

"Why do you have to give a confession?"

Zhang Heng looked at him like an idiot.

"Do you think everyone else is deaf and blind? As soon as the news gets out, I have to explain to Brother Ce, right? You have to explain to the police department? It's not a good confession, do you want to tell your boss that we are on the way?" I just happened to have a stomachache, and you sent me to the hospital in the middle of the night in the spirit of helping others? Even if your boss is a pig, he wouldn’t believe you! Not to mention the wise and powerful Brother Ce Already!"

"No need."

"what?"

"No one knows you're here."

"How is it possible? This is the special staff of Jiaolin Hospital..."

"The intensive care unit of Jiaolin Hospital has the highest level of secrecy. It is for this that I brought you here."

Zhang Heng was taken aback again.

The man speaks with such confidence that it doesn't look like nonsense.

"However, Jiaolin Hospital will always have documents and records, and you can't keep everyone secret."

"I can."

"Why?"

Hong Liming glanced at Zhang Heng and said calmly, "I have my relationship."

His self-confidence was obvious, and Zhang Heng seemed immodest if he continued to ask.Zhang Heng closed his mouth, and the word "Hong Family" came to mind, like a black shadow about to drop, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

Hong Liming, a mere senior police superintendent, has not yet had the ability to cover the sky in Jiaolin Hospital, so the only one who supports him behind him is a certain figure in the rivers and lakes that he once hated to the bone.

However, has the Hong family's power really expanded to such a degree without knowing it?

His lips were touched by the edge of the warm spoon, and Zhang Heng raised his eyes.

"Drink a little." Hong Liming picked up the bowl again.

"Don't drink it." Zhang Heng's aversion to porridge is not fake.

Hong Liming thought for a while, raised his bowl, and drank the rice milk with his head up.

Then he twisted Zhang Heng's chin and covered his lips condescendingly.

This was so nasty, Zhang Heng decided to refuse in astonishment, but Hong Liming's grasping hand has never been underestimated. With just a slight movement, the right arm that was dislocated yesterday was in excruciating pain. The scent of a man that cannot be disobeyed is like another kind of strong and hot violation.

Facing Hong Liming's deep warning eyes, Zhang Heng's oral muscles tightened, and he swallowed most of the serum involuntarily.

Thick, smooth and smooth throat.

With the slight sweetness unique to rice.

In fact... it's really not hard to drink.

"Here, there is a little more." Hong Liming stroked his chin with his fingertips.

Because of the previous small movement, a small amount of serum slipped out of the corner of Zhang Heng's mouth, hanging white and sticky around his lips, pulling out an ambiguous thread in mid-air.

Reminiscent of things that are not suitable for children.

"tasty?"

"Hmph..." Zhang Heng didn't want to be seen through too easily, so he frowned as if he had taken a big mouthful of Huanglian soup, "What's there to drink?"

Boss Zhang always only thought of himself as mighty and majestic, and his face was downcast, like a murderous lion, who could scare the audience into silence with his aura.

Little did they know, his eyes were pitch-black and bright, and naturally had a sparkling, watery texture. Even if he stared round and fierce, as if trying to kill someone, he would inadvertently escape the frankness and purity of a small beast.

At this moment, with a pretentious frown, there was a little more cuteness that made people laugh.

Hong Liming has always been known for his cold and stern face in the police station. When facing Zhang Heng, he often couldn't help showing a warm smile, reaching out to stroke his wrinkled eyebrows, like stroking a cat's fur.

He held down Zhang Heng, fed a few more mouthfuls, and slowly finished feeding a small bowl of rice milk, but he didn't call it quits.

The tongue stuck into the jaws, wiped the mucous membranes and gums on both sides, and licked each tooth, as if to recover all the serous fluid left in Zhang Heng's mouth.

The kiss made their chests rise and fall violently, and they reluctantly let go.

"You're too hot for him...he's outrageous." Zhang Heng panted, his honey-colored face was rosy, and he almost blurted out the Three-Character Classic under his agitation.

After receiving the man's dangerous gaze, his voice suddenly stopped, abruptly turning the female relatives he was supposed to mention into some kind of fashionable fruit.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Of course it's you!" Zhang Heng pointed at the police officer's trousers showing the silhouette of desire.

Be nice.

Such a shape can be supported through trousers, if there is no cloth to cover it, is it okay?

"What about you?" The man asked back, pointing.

Zhang Heng looked in the direction of his finger and lowered his head.

The crotch of the patient's pants was also bulged, and the excitement was bursting.

asshole!

Zhang Heng scolded his little brother for not living up to expectations.

I didn't see you being so active when I was fooling around with Niu, but after kissing a stinky guy, you saluted!

Sleeping with this guy, you feel good every time, but ass hurts, you know that!

Unscrupulous things!

Zhang Heng pulled the white hospital quilt up, covering his shameful crotch, sat upright on the bed, and coughed dryly, "Aren't you going to work today?"

"My job is to spy on you."

Zhang Heng snorted.

Hong Liming covered the lid of the vacuum flask and sat down beside the bed.The mattress slumped slightly to one side, but there was only a slight movement, but Zhang Heng's body seemed to tense slightly, trembling in anticipation.

"uncomfortable?"

"Sit far away!"

"No."

"what?"

"I like to be close to you." Hong Liming smiled charmingly, turning all living beings upside down.

Boss Zhang glanced at him sternly, cursing the Three Character Classic in his stomach.

Knowing that she got an erection from being kissed, she deliberately sat so close. The man's unique breath mixed with the faint smell of cologne is the most stimulating aphrodisiac.

Doesn't this kill people?

"Xiao Heng, when you close your eyes," fortunately, the police officer finally remembered that someone is still a sick person, and finally just sat by the bed, did not continue to attack, and asked leisurely, "will you see a piece of white or a piece of black? "

"Nonsense, close your eyes, of course it is black. However, sometimes I see a piece of white."

Hong Liming looked at him, seemed a little curious, and motioned him to continue with his eyes.

"Well, it's just white."

"Then?"

"What's the point of this? It's really long-winded!" Zhang Heng really had a cat-like temper, and when he spoke well, he suddenly wanted to turn his face.

"I want to know about you." The officer smiled. "I want to know about you."

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, and pinched his thighs under the quilt, ordering the rising desire to subside.This move seems to be effective, the body is no longer so tense and excited, after being relieved, it is inexplicable if there is something missing.

Stared at by Hong Liming's deep and dark eyes, something is messed up in his chest, like a lawn turned over by someone with a hoe, east and west, all are green memories, connected with roots, with mud, occasionally Burnt yellow dead leaves are unsightly mixed in.

"I always feel that that white area is a large snow field."

"Have you ever seen snow?"

"I've seen it before. It never snows in city A. However, one summer it was so hot that a real ice hall opened in city A. I looked outside the glass window for a long time. It was really ice. There was a lot of ice. A snow field. There are many families of three playing in it, skating on real ice, watching ice sculptures and so on.”

"You want to go in and play too?"

"Damn, idiots want to go in. If you want tickets, if you have that money, I'll buy lunches with it."

After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he realized that he was timid in the last sentence.

The man looked at him silently.

Zhang Heng was so annoyed that he hurriedly added a sentence, "Now that I have money, I can have as many bento as I want, and I can have whatever flavor I want."

The words are sonorous and domineering, but there still seems to be something wrong.

The atmosphere in the ward was more silent.

Zhang Heng's scalp was numb from the police officer's gaze, and he secretly clenched his fists.

If you look at me with such tender eyes, I'm going to beat someone up!

"I'll take you there." When Boss Zhang was about to punch someone, Hong Liming finally moved his tender and loving eyes that would drive people crazy.

Adjust the posture of sitting on the edge of the bed, and turn most of the body sideways.

He stretched his arms around Zhang Heng's shoulders.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Heng shrugged uncomfortably.

But with his small movements, it was impossible to shake the police officer's hand off his shoulder.

When Police Officer Hong wants to make an intimate move towards a person, he always has the methods and perseverance to stick to his ideas.

When Zhang Heng moved, Hong Liming hugged him even tighter.

"Take you to see snow. Real snow."

"Cut! Who cares?" Boss Zhang turned his nostrils to the sky.

Officer Hong smiled and said flatly, "I'm rare."

Zhang Heng's lips moved, and the sarcastic words were not spoken in the end.

He is not a child, nor is he a sentimental woman. He cannot be coaxed around by a few words, nor can he be moved by a gentle look in a man's eyes.If he is saying good deeds now, the most real reason may be that the police officer's cooking skills are too good, or he knows that if he offends the police officer, the chrysanthemum will suffer, or...the arm that is embracing him is very suitable as a Pillow.

In any case, it had nothing to do with taking him to see the snow.

Everyone can say the words to deceive people, and Zhang Heng himself said it.

In the past, he often used this kind of nonsense to coax the crying Bao Zhangping.

Don't cry, my brother will take you to find your parents; don't cry, my brother will take you to the amusement park; don't cry, my brother will take you to find Winnie the Pooh...

But he was unable to bring Zhang Ping to the beautiful place he had promised, and all he could bring back was the injuries he suffered from fighting for territory.

He didn't want Zhang Ping to see his injuries, so he quickly learned how to deal with them.

Simple disinfection, sewing up the wound with a needle and thread, will hurt too much at first, but you will get used to it gradually, just like you are used to watching yourself bleed.

Zhang Heng, the hard-working and good student whom everyone had expected in the past, dripped blood from the wounds and landed on the dusty ground, draining every bit of it...

Zhang Heng thought that everyone had forgotten that Zhang Heng, even he himself had forgotten who he used to be.

Unexpectedly, this is not the case.

After all, someone remembers.

Although, only one person remembers.

"what's for dinner?"

"Waiting for you to speak, waiting for a long time. You only know how to ask for food?" Hong Liming was a little dissatisfied.

"Don't blame me for speaking too clearly, you only have good cooking skills as the only advantage."

"I have other advantages."

"No." Zhang Heng replied firmly.

Big size?

No, that's not an advantage, that's a fatal point!

The casual chat was interrupted by the nurse who entered the door. Even the boss of the mafia has a mortal body, and he cannot avoid injections and medicines when he gets sick.Boss Zhang gulped the few pills that the nurse handed him down his throat, wondering if there was any sleeping ingredient in them, and soon fell asleep on the bed.

She fell into a deep sleep, as if she was trying to catch up on last night's absurdity.

In the dream, it seemed that someone was touching the broken hair on his forehead. Zhang Heng felt itchy, so he scratched his face casually, turned over, and continued to sleep.

After sleeping for a long time in one breath, my whole body was soft and comfortable, and I woke up naturally.

Now I lay on the bed for a long time, and then I couldn't lie down anymore, so I sat up on the bed.

Looking around, I couldn't find the figure of the man, but I spotted the thermos cup on the bedside table at a glance.The thermos bottle that Hong Liming brought over in the morning was white, but now it has been replaced with a yellow one. No need to ask, new food has arrived.

Zhang Heng unscrewed the lid unceremoniously, moved the tip of his nose slightly, sniffed inside, and found that it was minced meat noodle soup, with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

The free maid is not here, so do it yourself.

He poured a bowl of fragrant minced meat noodle soup, and was just about to taste it, when the sound of music suddenly sounded out of place.

"The torrential Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wipe out the heroes~~Success or failure turn heads empty..."

Zhang Heng turned around to look for the source of the voice.

There was a pile of sundries on the chair beside the bed, he rummaged through it, and found a pair of his own pants inside, which may have been picked up by Hong Liming on the ground and put on for him when he was sent to the hospital last night.

Zhang Heng took out his screaming cell phone from his pants pocket.

"Hey?"

"Brother Heng!"

The high-decibel noise from the mobile phone made Zhang Heng's brain explode, and he quickly held the mobile phone away from his ears.

"Brat, your name is Chun! The voice is so loud! Your ears are almost deafened by you! What happened? You screamed like you were raped."

"Brother Heng, where are you? Brother Heng, come quickly, something has happened!" The younger brother yelled on the phone: "Magnificent Paradise has been raped!"