Slag Gong's Loyal Dog Road

When Zhou Yiming drove Wu Zheng to the hospital, He Jingrui was already waiting there.

He looks like a dog now, Wu Zheng didn't recognize him just because he looked familiar.It was only when he introduced himself that Wu Zheng remembered the unfriendly bad boy in the past.Who would have thought that the bad boy has become the president, speaking and doing things with a polite air, showing [-]% respect to his former teacher.

Wu Zheng is here for dialysis.Dialysis is a treatment that costs a lot of money, and the process is very troublesome and painful. There are still many people who can do it.But today he was honored by He Jingrui, so he didn't line up.After he was done, he was helped into an elegant and quiet lounge by the medical staff, where He Jingrui and Zhou Yiming were waiting for him leisurely.

"Xiaohe, thank you." Sitting opposite the two students, Wu Zheng felt very uncomfortable, as if he was surrounded by two mountains.

"Mr. Wu, don't be polite to me, it's not a big deal, right?" He Jingrui said while poking Zhou Ming next to him.

Zhou Yiming ignored him, and kept his eyes on Wu Zheng, which seemed to be affectionate.

"Teacher, it's like this." He Jingrui shrugged and continued on his own: "The cost of dialysis is very expensive. As far as I know, you don't have medical insurance, so it's not an option to go on like this...I think, the cost of your treatment in the future I will be in charge, you only need to rest assured to treat the disease, and don’t worry about other things. I asked the doctor and said that you get up early for this disease, and you can recover if you take good care of it.”

Wu Zheng was silent for a second before he understood what He Jingrui meant. He waved his hands hastily and said, "No, no, how can this work?! Absolutely not!"

Looking at He Jingrui, Zhou Yiming finally said, "You don't have to be polite to him. Your treatment fee is nothing to him, it's just that his stocks make less money every month. Besides, he's doing something like Apologize, if you don't agree, he will feel sad, and his life will not be comfortable."

"Apologize? What are you apologizing for?" Wu Zheng asked puzzled.

"Well, it's about your being expelled from school." He Jingrui cleared his throat, and said with some embarrassment, "Although I didn't write the report letter, it still has something to do with me. I'm really sorry."

When Wu Zheng heard him bring up the past again, he couldn't help but glance at Zhou Ming.Zhou Yiming was also looking at him.

As soon as the four eyes met, Wu Zheng hurriedly lowered his head to avoid his gaze. "It's been so long... besides, I found a job later..." Wu Zheng said in a nasty voice.

"That's not the way to say it!" He Jingrui began to give full play to his good eloquence, eloquently stating the reasons why he helped Wu Zheng - he did something that hurt Teacher Wu when he was young and ignorant, and he has been guilty all these years.Like all successful people who started to do good deeds with good intentions, he now also wants to do some good deeds to accumulate some virtue for himself, so he hopes that by helping Mr. Wu, he can not only make up for his mistakes in the past, but also do good deeds.Therefore, he helped Wu Zheng for his own sake. If Wu Zheng was willing to give him this opportunity, it would be helping to improve his spiritual and personality qualities.In short, if Wu Zheng is doing his best, he should accept his help.

Wu Zheng was speechless by what he said, as if he was spending He Jingrui's money to save the delinquent teenagers, but anyone with a conscience should agree to his suggestion.

Before he could speak, He Jingrui took out a stack of documents for him to sign.He was still hesitating, but Zhou Yiming was even more ruthless, directly holding his hand and signing.

Buying and selling his medical bills in such a way that he had no room to object.But he just finished the treatment, he was very tired, he didn't have the energy to think about it and fight for it, so he could pay it if he wanted to, anyway, these young masters all wanted to pay for it, since they could make their lives better, why not? Instead of?

He was so tired that he leaned against the car window and fell asleep.After being sent home by Zhou Ming, he fell asleep and couldn't care less about Zhou Yiming in the room.

When he woke up, it was already dark, the lights were on in the house, and the smell of food came from the kitchen.He put on some clothes and walked out of the bedroom, and saw Zhou Ming standing in the kitchen wearing an apron, as if the small kitchen was completely occupied by him, a tall man.

In astonishment, Wu Zheng blurted out and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?!"

"Are you awake? Are you hungry?" Zhou Ming turned around and smiled at him as if he didn't hear his dissatisfaction.

That smile was bright and innocent, carrying the shadow he was familiar with many years ago, poking straight into his eyeballs to the bottom of his heart.Anger came out like a tide, his shoulders trembled with anger, he stepped forward and roughly grabbed the spatula from the young man's hand, and roared angrily: "I ask you, what do you mean by not leaving?"

Startled by his anger, Zhou Yiming murmured: "I just want to take care of you."

"Did I let you take care of me?! Who told you to inquire about my affairs casually and disturb my life? What right do you have?!" Slamming the spatula on the pot table, he yelled hysterically: "You Who do you think you are? Just talk and leave, what do you think I am?! Get out! Get out!" While talking, he swept all kinds of utensils at hand to the ground, amidst a series of soldiers banging In his voice, he faltered.

Zhou Yiming stepped forward to hug his weak body without making a sound, and carefully carried him back to the bedroom, stuffed him under the quilt and put him away.

He pulled the quilt over his head and turned his back to Zhou Ming, but he could still feel the young man's eyes resting on him and refused to leave.

After a long time, he heard Zhou Yiming say: "I'm really sorry about the past. He Jingrui can use money to forgive the sin, but I can't..."

After a pause, the young man said again: "I can't ask you to forgive me. I don't have the qualifications. But I want to be by your side. If you recover from illness, I will leave. Before you recover, you scold me." I can hit me, but I will never leave. Your ID card is with me, and you can't hide even if you want to..."

The last sentence made Wu Zheng's blood surge again, "You..." He rolled over and sat up, just as he uttered a word, the young man leaned over and kissed him brutally!

The familiar yet unfamiliar smell made both of them lose their minds for a moment.Before Wu Zheng could struggle, Zhou Yiming quickly sat back in his original position.

"I'm shameless, I know that," he said softly.His eyes were tender and sad.

For some reason, the kiss just now made Wu Zheng very sad, either because of anger or resentment, or sadness.His eyes were red, and he tried not to shed tears, "Zhou Ming, I'm old." He lowered his head in the same sad tone.

The young man moved to his side, stroked his cheeks and temples, and said softly, "It's okay, there is still time."

Wiping away the tears seeping from the corner of his eyes with his finger, the young man let go of his hand and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything. Don't drive me away, okay?"

Wu Zheng smiled wryly and said, "You are so domineering, can I drive you away?"

A shy smile flashed in the young man's eyes, "I promise that just this time, I will ask for your opinion on everything in the future."

Wu Zheng didn't quite trust him, and always felt that he just came to her side on a whim, including He Jingrui.When the heat subsides, maybe it will be another stranger on the way back from the bridge to the bridge.

As he said, he is old and in poor health, no longer able to fight, he accepts what life gives him, and is very resigned to his fate.If Zhou Zhouming was pushed to him by God, what would he do?

Whether it's catastrophe or blessing, he can only continue. Fortunately, his heart is stagnant now, so he doesn't have to be afraid of getting hurt.