spirits in throat

After listening to Rong Zhao's words, Zhou Ye turned his head away, sniffed his nose secretly, and said with a faint nasal sound, "Don't you blame me for lying to you, aren't you afraid that you will hurt me?"

Rong Zhao didn't understand until this moment that in the face of life and death, what else is nothing.

As long as the person in front of him is alive, he can see him, he can touch him, and he knows that he loves him, he will not be afraid of any difficulties.As long as he is there.

Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao's shoulders and rubbed him hard into his arms, unable to say a word.

He is not afraid of anything, but what he is most afraid of is losing Rong Zhao, he knows that he will never lose him, he will never lose him again, nothing can defeat them anymore.

Zhou Sihuai and He Xueyang who came over after hearing the news stood at the other end of the corridor, watching the scene before them, and did not move forward for a long time.

He Xueyang pressed the moist corners of his eyes with a snow-white handkerchief, unable to utter a word.

Zhou Sihuai turned to look at his beloved wife: "Isn't this dead? Why are you crying?"

He Xueyang glared at Zhou Sihuai, and gave him a hard thump: "Say something about death, don't say death, I'm taboo."

Zhou Sihuai stopped talking, and only sighed softly: "Let's go."

Secretary Li followed beside him: "Why don't you go and have a look? The young master seems to be injured too, with a wounded wrist and a bullet bruise."

Zhou Sihuai answered decisively and simply: "No." He couldn't see the picture of two men hugging each other.

He Xueyang was very curious about what kind of person and appearance the man who could subdue her son would be, but the distance was too far, and the two hugged so tightly, she couldn't see clearly.

He Xueyang knew her husband's psychological shadow, so he didn't force much. He took his arm and turned to get on the elevator: "Sihuai, do you think the life of your son is more important than who he is with."

Zhou Sihuai didn't speak, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

He Xueyang whispered: "As long as he is still alive, wouldn't it be nice to let him live happily?"

"On the way to the hospital, I kept thinking about Xiaoye's childhood. When he was just born, he was held in his arms. He could talk for the first time, walk for the first time, change his teeth for the first time, until he grew up. big."

Secretary Li stood aside, thinking in his heart, the young master really has a good plan.This is a bitter plan, and Madam seems to have been shaken. Although Mr. Zhou kept frowning and said nothing, it was better than getting angry when he mentioned it before.

Two hours later, the door of the operating room was opened, Zhou Ye got up from the ground, walked over and asked, "How is it going?"

The dean who performed the surgery wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue: "Temporarily out of danger, transfer to the intensive care unit for observation for two days, and then transfer to the general ward if there is no problem."

The people present thanked repeatedly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Ye took his bloody phone from Bai Xudong, pressed the screen, it didn't turn on, and it couldn't be used at all.

Fan Yao walked over and asked uncertainly: "Team Zhou, how do you report the repair fee for that Bugatti Veyron?" It cost seven figures at least, and Director Qian couldn't help vomiting blood when he received the reimbursement form.

Zhou Ye waved his hands: "It's all rotten like that, it's not worth repairing, don't want it."

After speaking, they held Rong Zhao's hand, and the two walked slowly along the corridor towards the elevator.

Fan Yao turned to look at Zheng Ke: "Is that what I think?"

Zheng Ke was also confused: "It should, right."

Fan Yao hurriedly chased after him to collect the debt: "Captain Zhou, you lent me 200 yuan last month!"

Zhou Ye turned his head, smiled at Fan Yao, and said as before: "The salary will be paid next month."

Fan Yao said unceremoniously, "The daily interest rate is 1000%."

Rong Zhao turned his head and looked at Fan Yao: "It's too expensive, so I won't give it."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao's face like a lady in the palace, and liked it so much in his heart, he couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips, and held his hand tightly, his nails almost sinking into the other's flesh.

Rong Zhao didn't mind the pain, and allowed Zhou Ye to hold, pinch, and possess.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the neon lights on the street changed into various colors of light, Rong Zhao took Zhou Ye to a noodle shop near the hospital, and ordered two bowls of noodles.

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao: "How did you know, did you read the document Su Jiaze brought me?"

"No," Rong Zhao stood up and rolled up Zhou Ye's cuffs, "I didn't look at it."

Zhou Ye carefully observed Rong Zhao's face: "Then Fan Yao said that you didn't look well when you walked out of my office. I thought... I thought you were angry after reading it."

Rong Zhao replied truthfully: "The bad face is because of an unexpected case, and innocent people are hurt for no reason, of course it makes people uncomfortable."

The waiter brought up two bowls of noodles, Rong Zhao wiped the chopsticks and handed them to Zhou Ye: "Are you good with your hands, can you use your left hand?"

Zhou Ye's injured wrist was his right hand, which greatly affected his daily life.

Zhou Ye lifted his eyelids and peeked at Rong Zhao: "I'm afraid it won't work, I have to let you feed me."

Rong Zhao picked up the menu and ordered some beef patties for Zhou Ye.The beef patties are easy to eat and can be eaten with the left hand.

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, staring into his pupils: "Su Jiaze told you?"

Rong Zhao: "No, he didn't say anything."

Zhou Ye glanced at his mouth: "Ghosts believe it."

Staring closely at Rong Zhao's eyes again, he said in a low voice, "Aren't you speaking for him, are you afraid that I will trouble him?"

Rong Zhao picked up the vinegar bottle on the table, and poured half of it into Zhou Ye's noodle bowl.

Zhou Ye looked down at the bowl of noodles that Rong Zhao had poured vinegar on, "Why are you pouring so much vinegar on me?"

Rong Zhao put the vinegar bottle away, and stirred Zhou Ye's noodle bowl with chopsticks: "You are so jealous, eat more."

Zhou Ye didn't deny it at all: "You're right, I'm just jealous, especially Su Jiaze, that guy's purpose for you is definitely not pure."

Then he said in a low voice: "What did I tell you last time? If you dare to talk to Su Jiaze, I will kill you."

Rong Zhao's face turned red all of a sudden, and he kicked Zhou Ye hard under the table.

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao and continued, "How did you find out?"

Rong Zhao leaned on the back of the chair, looked up at Zhou Ye: "I'm not stupid."

Leaving aside other things, for example, last night, Zhou Ye took him to the rose garden. In the so-called other people's house, it was the same as in his own home. Even the spare clothes were the size of him and Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye looked at the white T-shirt on Rong Zhao: "You look good in black, and white is even better. In the future, don't just wear black, but also wear some other colors."

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye's eager gaze, turned his head away from looking at him: "Let's talk about it later."

Sure enough, Zhou Ye didn't let him go: "For example, big red. Let me see that dress when you go home tonight, okay?"

He said and raised his hand: "I'm injured, even if I want to do something, I can't do it. I'm not your opponent at all."

Rong Zhao ignored Zhou Ye, he wouldn't wear it for him to see: "Tell me about you, what's going on with you, why don't you go back to your home."

Zhou Ye: "I've said it all, what I said before is true, because my parents don't accept homosexuality and kicked me out of the house. I won't compromise with them on this matter, just be so stiff caught."

Rong Zhao recalled that Zhou Ye had indeed said such words.

He is the only one who can tell the truth as if it were a lie.

Rong Zhao picked up the noodle bowl in Zhou Ye's hand, picked up some sour noodles with chopsticks, handed it to Zhou Ye's lips, and fed him a few mouthfuls.

Zhou Ye was so sour that he trembled, because Rong Zhao fed it with his own hands, and he was reluctant to push it away, so he tried to taste the sweetness of sugar from the sour taste of vinegar.

"Then what are your plans in the future, will you wander outside with me all the time, or go home?"

Rong Zhao himself has no family, and he knows the pain of losing his family best.He didn't want Zhou Ye to experience this kind of pain, but he still looked into Zhou Ye's eyes and said, "You must choose me."

"I could be your family too."

Zhou Ye finished the last bite of the beef patty, took out a tissue and wiped his hands: "I didn't give in without you, let alone now that I have you."

He got up and took Rong Zhao's hand, rubbing his thumb lightly on the back of his hand: "When you are free, move, to our wedding room."

Rong Zhao frowned: "The house in Rose Garden is also the property of the Zhou family."

"No." Zhou Ye took Rong Zhao's hand and walked out of the noodle shop, "My grandparents prepared it for me before they passed away. They said they would use it for me to marry a wife in the future. It has nothing to do with the Zhou family."

On the way home, Zhou Ye turned his head and asked, "How is Xu Yunliang's clues going? Is there any news?"

Rong Zhao shook his head: "No."

He whispered again: "He may really be dead." Killed by him.

Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao's shoulders: "As long as you don't find the bones in the middle of the mountain, it doesn't count as your killing."

"So, both of us are innocent now, and we will live a good life."

At the door of the house, Rong Zhao took out the key to open the door, boiled the water, poured a cup for himself and Zhou Ye, then as usual, took out the blue and white elephant ear bottle from the closet, and carefully wiped it with a cotton cloth.

But this time is different from before. Before wiping the bottle, he had to lock the door and draw the curtains.Don't let anyone outside see it.

This time he was sitting at the table with the curtains open to let the moonlight shine in and shine on the blue and white of the bottle.

Rong Zhao said while wiping the bottle, "Seven people, Feng Mingchen, Wang Hui, Tang Siling, Ding Penghai, Xu Yunliang, there are only two left. Plus one behind-the-scenes mastermind."

Zhou Ye leaned against the table holding a water glass, watched Rong Zhao wipe the bottle seriously, and said, "Do you have any thoughts about the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"Once, you asked me a question. If a mafia boss fell in love with an undercover policeman, and the two had different positions and beliefs, what would this mafia boss do to make the police like him?"

Rong Zhao looked at the moonlight flowing on the vase, and continued: "My answer is, give that policeman a gun, let him kill people, make him a bad guy like the boss of the underworld, and then there will be no difference in position." problem."

Zhou Ye nodded, walked up to Rong Zhao, pulled up a chair and sat down: "On Valentine's Day, you originally rejected me. The reason was that you were afraid of hurting me. You love me so much, you love me to death. Ken let me get hurt, always thinking about protecting me..."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye: "Pick the key points."

Zhou Ye smiled: "Later, I thought I had stolen someone's priceless antiques, and thought I was unclean, so I started kissing me forcefully, tied me up, and tied a beautiful bowknot, coveting my beauty, thinking Play bondage play with me."

Rong Zhao kicked Zhou Ye's calf: "Speak well."

Zhou Ye continued: "This is the same as the love-hate relationship between the underworld boss and the undercover policeman we analyzed earlier. If I want to get you, I have to turn you into a person like me."

Zhou Ye looked into Rong Zhao's eyes: "Rong Rong, think about it carefully, has anyone liked you before?"

Rong Zhao: "There are a lot of people who like me, I can't remember clearly, but they are all female classmates."

"When you get into bed and sleep later, tell me about the female classmates and how they like you." Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, "Now, let me talk about Su Jiaze first."

"You suspect him?" Rong Zhao wiped the bottle, got up, carefully locked it in the closet, and said back, "He doesn't like me."

Zhou Ye curled his lower lip: "If he has no idea about you, I'll chop up little Yeye and give it to you as a baseball bat."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye's pants: "Speak well."

He added in a low voice: "Baseball bat, I'm ashamed to say that." It would be terrifying if it really grew like a baseball bat.

Whatever, it doesn't matter, anyway, Zhou Ye is the one below, it doesn't matter what he looks like, because he won't need it.

Zhou Ye didn't hear what Rong Zhao said, otherwise he would have to play around again.

"Tell me what kind of person Su Jiaze was before."

"He has never committed a crime, never been in prison, and he is a pretty normal person, so I said that he is not like him," Rong Zhao continued, "It's just that life is a bit hard, and his mother has a bad reputation. I heard that he is a Female branch. Female, has a history of drug abuse, and later heard that she died of a drug overdose."

Zhou Ye continued to ask, "What about your personality?"

Rong Zhao recalled: "It's completely different from Sunshine now. He didn't like to smile before, he always had a calm face, his clothes were always very old, and he was thin. His mother is like that again, no one will Put a smile on your face in that environment.”

Zhou Ye walked to the bed, took out the family portrait from Rong Zhao's pillow, and pointed to the white-clothed boy in the photo: "The Su Jiaze I remember is exactly the same as you in the past."

Zhou Ye's voice became deep, without any emotion of his own, as if he was adding a paragraph.

"Because I like you, I have become like you. I hope you can become like me. One day, we will be together."

What Zhou Ye said belonged to Su Jiaze's subtext.

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye: "If your argument is true, it means that Su Jiaze was a criminal six years ago, and he must have committed a crime."

Actually no, Su Jiaze is innocent.

Rong Zhao picked up his pajamas from the closet: "I don't quite agree with your deduction, I'll wash it first, you make the bed."

Zhou Ye didn't say much, he will investigate about Su Jiaze.

Now Su Jiaze is rich and powerful, so he must be impeccable when doing things. It is different six years ago. At that time, Su Jiaze was still a poor boy, and his mind would not be as mature as he is now. No matter how cautious he is, it is impossible not to leave any clues behind.

After taking a shower, Rong Zhao walked out of the bathroom with the scent of rose-flavored shower gel all over his body, and suddenly thought of something, and said, "If I move to the rose garden in the future, what will happen to me, marrying?"

Zhou Ye smiled: "It doesn't count, I married you. I insisted on marrying, even if I paid for the house."

After finishing speaking, he walked over and hugged him in his arms: "I've been tired all day, let me give you a good hug."

Rong Zhao disliked the smell of sweat on Zhou Ye's body: "You haven't showered yet."

Zhou Ye raised his injured wrist with an innocent face: "I can't touch the water, so you can wash it for me, okay?"

Rong Zhao was soft-hearted, and while leading Zhou Ye to the bathroom, he said, "Then you can wipe off today, or stand up, and I'll shower you with the shower."

Zhou Ye: "I choose to flush first and then wipe."

After entering the bathroom, Rong Zhao saw that Zhou Ye was like an old man, not moving his hands or feet: "Help me undress, my hands hurt and I can't use my strength."

Rong Zhao wasn't used to Zhou Ye's way of doing things: "It's good to wash it for you, don't go too far, or I'll go to bed."

Zhou Ye smiled, and had no choice but to unbutton the buttons with his left hand, took off his clothes and threw them into the laundry bucket next to him, and stood naked under the shower, waiting for Rong Zhao to bathe him.

Usually, the two of them do a lot of intimate things, and there is nothing about each other that has not been seen.Rong Zhao stopped coddling, and looked at Zhou Ye with wide eyes: "Hand up, don't touch the water."

After speaking, he picked up the shower head, tested the temperature, and rushed towards Zhou Ye.

After flushing, turn off the shower, Rong Zhao picked up the shower gel, turned around to look for the bath flower, so that he could lather up: "Where did you hide the bath flower?"

Zhou Ye expressed his grievance: "I didn't see it, didn't you use it just now when you were taking a shower?"

Rong Zhao couldn't find it, so he had to rub the shower gel on his hands, and then rubbed some foam on Zhou Ye's body: "Turn around."

Zhou Ye turned around obediently, his mouth was not obedient at all: "Is my skin slippery?"

Rong Zhao: "It's the shower gel that's slipping."

Zhou Ye smiled: "Are my legs long?"

Rong Zhao said patiently, "Long."

Zhou Ye: "Then my butt is up?"

Rong Zhao glanced down, and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Do you owe it?"

Zhou Ye turned around, curled his lips into a smile: "What do you owe?"

Rong Zhao: "I owe you a day."

As soon as Zhou Ye turned around, Rong Zhao saw the front of him, facing him firmly and straightly.

Rong Zhao blushed, washed the foam off his hands by the sink, and was about to walk out of the bathroom when Zhou Ye pulled him back.

Rong Zhao had already taken a shower, and was still wearing pajamas. His body was covered in foam and water droplets from Zhou Ye's body, and he turned around and scolded him: "Relax, I just took a shower."

Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao, and whispered in his ear, "I was wronged a lot today, why don't you take good care of me?"

He purposely hugged Rong Zhao with his injured hand, knowing that he would hurt him, and would not push him away.

Sure enough, Rong Zhao didn't break free, and didn't dare to push hard, afraid of touching Zhou Ye's wound, he said in a low voice, "You are ashamed to say that you have been wronged, and the person who was wronged is clearly me."

Thinking of the feeling of loneliness, powerlessness and desolation outside the operating room today, he thought that the person lying there who was about to die was Zhou Ye. He didn't want to experience the feeling of loneliness and desolation again, it was too painful.

"Then I will take good care of you," Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao, leaning him against the wall, and said in a low voice, "Your clothes are all wet, I'll take them off for you."

Rong Zhao's pajamas were not pulled over like a T-shirt, but had buttons, which were pulled away by Zhou Ye, and four or five buttons rattled and rolled on the floor.

While being kissed by Zhou Ye, Rong Zhao asked him, "What's the matter with you."

Zhou Ye licked Rong Zhao's lips: "I am happy today."

"I originally thought that you would push me away if you knew my true identity. Now that you haven't left and Xiao Qian is out of danger, I'm very happy."

"It just felt like nothing could separate us anymore."

"The most important thing is that you proposed to me outside the operating room today."

Rong Zhao avoided Zhou Ye's lips that were about to come up again, and said in a muffled voice, "That doesn't count, I didn't prepare anything, not even a wedding ring."

"Although I don't have much money, I won't short you of anything other people should have when they get married," Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye, "I'll make it official later..."

Zhou Ye covered Rong Zhao's mouth with his hands to prevent him from continuing, and said to himself, "It's okay to let you tease you usually, but for such an important matter as a marriage proposal, of course I will do it."

After speaking, he let go of his hand and kissed Rong Zhao's lips, not giving him any chance to refute.

Rong Zhao softened after being kissed by Zhou Ye, and said in a muffled voice, "Take a good bath, take a good bath, and let you kiss again when I get to bed."

"No, I can't bear it," Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao, dragged him up, and said in a low voice, "I have to help you position yourself first."

Rong Zhao wanted to ask where it was, but before he could make a sound, Zhou Ye turned his backhand, facing the wall and back facing the wolf.

Zhou Ye was close to Rong Zhao, one was naked and the other was wearing only a pair of thin pajama pants.

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Zhou Ye, and saw that his eyes were darker than the night outside, and there seemed to be some kind of power hidden in the depths of his pupils, like a beast that had been hungry for several days seeing a sheep.

Unfortunately, he is the sheep.

Rong Zhao bit his back molars, and said in a muffled voice, "I saw that you were injured, so I let you, otherwise you thought you could succeed."

"If I want to resist, I will put him on the bed every minute, and you won't be able to get out of bed every day."

Rong Zhao never uttered foul language, and he couldn't stand it these days, Zhou Ye always whispered in his ear that he was going to fuck him.

He was led badly by Zhou Ye, and some shameful words that he couldn't say at first opened his mouth in front of Zhou Ye: "Don't make me angry, or you will be responsible for putting out the fire yourself."

To Zhou Ye, this threat was like scratching an itch. It made his heart itch, and his voice became hoarse: "The moon retreats and moves closer together."

Rong Zhao: "I don't!" He cannot be suppressed.

Zhou Ye couldn't bear it, and his patience was going to the limit: "Otherwise, just lift your butt and choose for yourself."

Rong Zhao knew about Zhou Ye, if he really got in, he would have to be scrapped.

However, he can't give in. Once Zhou Ye succeeds, it will be even more difficult for him to stand up again in the future.

"Baby, be good." Zhou Ye's voice was magnetic and a little sexy because of his unsteady breath, which made Rong Zhao forget to resist.

Afterwards, the two took a shower again, Rong Zhao got dressed and came out of the bathroom, turned around and gave Zhou Ye a hard look.

Although Zhou Ye didn't really do anything to him, that kind of posture is actually the same as what he did. This is not the key, the key is that he is the one below.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that he actually enjoyed being treated like that by that man from behind.

Rong Zhao looked down at his Yuetui, took out a bottle of ointment for scratches from the medicine box, looked at the person lying on the bed who was looking at him maliciously, and cursed in embarrassment and annoyance: "Broken!" skin!"

Zhou Ye hooked his lower lip with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment."