Sick young master is addicted to sticking to me

Zheng Ming almost rushed to Ye Minghong's clinic. The hospital where his mother was located was just a few streets away from his clinic.

That's why Zheng Ming can always meet Ye Minghong from time to time, probably every time he encounters strangely, it's because of this man's intention.Over time, Zheng Ming got used to it.

During those three months, when Ye Minghong disappeared, he felt all kinds of uncomfortable, and Zheng Ming knew the reason in his heart.

Ye Minghong is not here, everything is wrong, this man has integrated into his life in various ways, now that he doesn't need it, he doesn't need it?

Where can there be such a cheap thing?Although I am an ordinary working class, although I do things very unreliably, although I often get into big troubles.But...he thinks that no one can take care of this young master who likes to disguise himself as a servant better than him.

Otherwise, how could his Yeye be so thin and out of shape like now?

When he returned to the clinic, the lights in the clinic were still on, and the clinic was still messy and full of smoke. He pushed open the door of the inner room again, and Ye Minghong was just like a few hours ago. Leaning in a chair and smoking a cigarette.

There were several more cigarette butts beside him than before. It was obvious that he had been sitting here all this time and had never even gone out.

Zheng Ming was a little angry, stepped forward in three steps at a time, snatched the cigarette from Ye Minghong's hand, and pressed it firmly into the cigarette box.

"You, why are you back again?"

Smoking for a long time made Ye Minghong's throat hoarse. Zheng Ming felt uncomfortable, so he didn't reply to his words. The ashtray on the table was thrown away, "Smoking is not allowed in the future, I ordered porridge for you, wait for you to drink the porridge, it's getting late now, I will boil the medicine for you tomorrow morning."

"Didn't I let you go?" Ye Minghong wanted to snatch the cigarettes from him, but Zheng Ming always let him in the past, but now he won't let him. He is weak and can't get any benefits , Zheng Ming grabbed his hand two or three times, and tied him up with a belt to keep him from moving.

"Wait a minute, I'll clean up this place for you first, the smell of smoke here is too strong, it's not good for your health."

Ye Minghong looked at his tied hands, a little dazed, "Didn't you hear what I told you before? I don't need you anymore!"

"Then who do you need?" Zheng Ming looked into his eyes and asked.

"I……"

"Tell me, whoever took care of you like this, I'll beat him to death."

"You, this has nothing to do with you." Ye Minghong tried his best to struggle to free the rope in his hand, but it was useless for a long time, and finally he just gave up and chuckled twice, "Zheng Ming, what do you want? What else did I do that didn't satisfy you? Why tie me up and humiliate me in this way. "

"Do you think I humiliated you?" Zheng Ming looked up at Ye Minghong and asked.

Ye Minghong supported the straps on his hands and feet, and showed Zheng Ming: "You tied me like this, a man, so that I can't move, denying everything I do, don't you want to humiliate me? You are You want revenge, right?"

"Have I ever denied everything you have done?" Zheng Ming looked directly at Ye Minghong and smiled, "Except for what I said in anger that day, why am I not dependent on you? Ye Minghong, don't rely on yourself Young master, just change everything, you are the one who has been pestering me and clinging to me."

"That's because I want to forgive my sin. I said I won't pester you anymore, I won't cling to you anymore. I have already sent the money to my aunt..."

"Then you may have dialed the wrong number. We didn't receive it." Zheng Ming took a mop and started mopping the floor at home. He responded calmly to Ye Minghong's words.

"Impossible! Then I will call again..."

"You can't get in."

"how……"

"You just can't get in. I told my mother that the money from unknown sources should be returned to the police."

"Zheng Ming! You!"

"Lie down on the bed, don't hinder me from cleaning." Zheng Ming picked him up, put him on the bed, and then started mopping the floor under the chair with the mop.

"Let go! Zheng Ming, if you do this again, I'll call someone, I...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Before Ye Minghong finished speaking, Zheng Ming tied up his mouth with a tape, "It's clean, don't talk, I have to clean your place, talking to you will delay my progress."

"Uuuuuuu..."

"I don't want to quarrel with you either. I can't quarrel with you. I can't talk about you all the time."

"Um..."

"Even if you don't need me anymore, I still want you to be well." Zheng Ming raised his hand, paused, and finally rubbed it on Ye Minghong's head, "You are telling me with your body, You are having a bad time, you are unhappy, you are blaming me, forget it, I won’t tell you, I will clean the house first.”

Why was the room messed up by Ye Minghong? Zheng Ming restored it to its original position. In the end, the whole clinic became extremely clean, and the porridge that Zheng Ming made for Ye Minghong was also cooked.

"Okay, I've got it all done."

Zheng Ming raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, filled a bowl of porridge, and sat down beside Ye Minghong, "You wait to drink the porridge, take a bath after drinking, and then have a good sleep, May I?"

"Hmm..." Ye Minghong looked down at the strap tied around his mouth.

Zheng Ming sighed, untied the straps for him, and untied his hands.

As a result, Ye Minghong slapped him directly, and knocked the porridge in his hand to the ground, breaking it, "Get out! I don't want you!"

Zheng Ming looked at the porridge knocked on the ground, pursed his lips, finally raised his head, and looked at him with a smile, "You don't like this, then I'll make you a new bowl of other ones, what do you like? You can't eat it Spicy, as for the others, I have to ask Yuehan."

"I'll let you go! I'm the young master of the Ye family. There are so many people who can take care of me. When I get home, I'll be surrounded by a group of maids and servants. What are you?"

"If they can take care of you! How the hell did you become like this!"

Zheng Ming slapped the table directly, probably because he used too much force, the lid of the bowl on the table was accidentally smashed by him, and it fell into his palm directly, and blood spurted out immediately , splashed onto Ye Minghong's face.

"Ming, Mingming..." Ye Minghong hugged his hand without thinking, "It's okay, I'll take care of it for you right away."

He turned over and wanted to get out of the bed, but his legs were tied, he couldn't get out of the bed, and almost fell to the ground. Zheng Ming grabbed his waist from behind and pressed him back, "It's okay, I can do it myself." Deal with it, you rest."

"How do you handle it yourself!" Ye Minghong hurriedly grabbed his hand, "It's all stuck in, you must take it out carefully, otherwise..."

Seeing his anxious look, Zheng Ming chuckled, "Just now, Yeye was suddenly worried about Mingming when he rejected people thousands of miles away?"