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After Lin Hongze left with Wang Jinghua, Rong Zhao asked the nurse for sterile cotton swabs and bandages, and carefully helped Zhou Ye treat the back of his hand, complaining to him, "Why don't you ask someone to bandage it?"

Zhou Ye enjoyed being loved and loved by Rong Zhao very much, and smiled: "I haven't had time to go yet."

Rong Zhao got up and hugged Zhou Ye, and sighed softly: "I made you suffer."

Zhou Ye sat on a chair, hugged Rong Zhao's waist, and rubbed against his arms: "You are the one who suffered."

Those videos that Li Junwei sent to Zhou Ye made him dare not recall them a second time. Thinking of Rong Zhao being locked in a dog cage, he wished to cut Li Junwei into pieces.

Rong Zhao sat down and looked at Zhou Ye: "Do you know what I thought about the most when I was locked in the kennel?"

Without waiting for Zhou Ye's answer, Rong Zhao continued, "I'm not afraid of anything, but one thing. I'm afraid that you will feel uncomfortable after watching those videos."

What he suffered were just flesh wounds, the psychological torment for Zhou Ye was the most unbearable, Li Junwei knew this very well.

"I changed my mind. If you were the one who was arrested and I was the one who received the video, I think I'd go crazy." Rong Zhao touched Zhou Ye's face and sighed, "You're so thin stronger than me."

Zhou Ye put his face on Rong Zhao's palm: "You will never leave me half a step from now on."

Rong Zhao smiled: "Okay."

Then he asked a little worriedly, "When can you resume your job?"

Zhou Ye posted a sticker on Rong Zhao: "Don't worry, as long as Li Junwei is still alive, I'll be fine. Qi Ju was so angry that he watched those videos, and he wanted to eat Li Junwei alive. I'll do it, so he won't have to do it himself. "

Rong Zhao took Zhou Ye's hand away from his body: "You are still too impulsive."

A trace of violence flashed in Zhou Ye's eyes: "I don't regret beating that bastard at all. Even if he gets out of prison in the future, I guarantee that his life will not be easy."

Rong Zhao remembered one thing: "Li Junwei's parents' car accident, he said your father did it, in order to better control him."

Zhou Ye: "I've checked it. The investigation report back then clearly stated that the car accident was an accident, and it was used by Su Yuzhang as an excuse."

Rong Zhao asked to be discharged after only three days in the hospital, feeling that the hospital was boring.

Zhou Ye took him to Rose Garden's residence.

Rong Zhao's current status is no longer suitable for returning to the game, he was suspended just like Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye will be reinstated soon, and Rong Zhao's situation is too complicated, so he probably cannot be reinstated.

The two spent a few days in peace at their Rose Garden home.

Zhou Ye felt sorry for Rong Zhao, and was afraid that his injuries would not heal quickly, so he was not willing to torment him. Even if Rong Zhao missed him, and hooked him up and asked him for it, he would try his best to stay calm.

Chaos is of course still chaos, but he only messes with himself, and he is not willing to mess with Rong Zhao.

At night, Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao were sitting on the balcony, both wearing the same pajamas.The glass window was closed by Zhou Ye, fearing that Rong Zhao would catch a cold from the wind, so he was not allowed to drink cold drinks and tea, not even warm ones, only slightly warmer ones.

Zhou Ye saw that he was watching closely, and he was not allowed to do any work. He was not allowed to hold up the soy sauce bottle when it was upside down, and he was not allowed to be exposed to cold water.

The diet is also very light, and he drank bowl after bowl of chicken soup and fish soup, which made Rong Zhao think that he was in confinement.

The light from the balcony shone on his body, making his body warm.Holding a book in his hand, Rong Zhao raised his eyes to look at Zhou Ye: "The bureau hasn't notified you to go to work yet?"

Zhou Ye fed a strawberry to Rong Zhao: "Let's go. Tomorrow is Sunday. I don't have to go to work. I'll go there the day after tomorrow."

He Xueyang wanted to come over to take care of Rong Zhao himself, but Zhou Ye stopped him. He wanted Rong Zhao to have the most peaceful resting environment.

He Xueyang had no choice but to call two nannies over, and one of them watched Zhou Ye grow up and brought him up since he was a child. Seeing Zhou Ye as a precious Rong Zhao, it hurts like a lifeline, and everyone naturally devoted themselves to Rong Zhao Do your best to take care of it.

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao: "You will raise it at home for the time being, and tell me what you want to study or take an exam in the future."

Rong Zhao nodded. It is impossible for him to go back to be a policeman, and it is impossible for him to stay at home and waste the rest of his life. He will always do something else in the future.

"When I applied for the police academy, one was to avoid being tracked by the mastermind behind the scenes, and the other was for revenge, which has nothing to do with hobbies." Rong Zhao put down the book in his hand and leaned on the rattan chair, "My parents are still alive When I was young, I asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up."

Zhou Ye covered Rong Zhao's lap with the blanket from the chair next to him, and looked at him with interest: "What do you want to be?"

Rong Zhao: "I wanted to be a scientist when I was six or seven years old, and I wanted to play professional basketball when I was fourteen or fifteen."

Zhou Ye laughed: "Same as me."

"Rongrong, if you like it, you can become a university teacher in the future. After thinking about it, I think this profession is the most suitable for you."

As Zhou Ye said, he didn't know what he was thinking of, and there was a wicked smile in his eyes: "Teacher, please take the pointer and beat me hard."

Rong Zhao raised his foot and kicked Zhou Ye, blushing and said, "Can there be less yellow waste in my brain?"

Zhou Ye got up and walked behind Rong Zhao, massaged his shoulders and said, "I'm not joking with you, being a policeman is too tiring, and you have stomach problems, I don't want to see you so tired."

Rong Zhao knew in his heart that once his real identity was exposed, the file would be dirty. Even if he hadn't killed Xu Yunliang, he had impersonated someone else, and it was impossible for him to go back to being a policeman.

It is enough to have a policeman at home, and he can do something he really likes to do in the future.

Zhou Ye stretched out his hand towards Rong Zhao: "It's 10:30, go to bed."

Rong Zhao was dragged to the bedroom by Zhou Ye, and the two of them lay together under the quilt, falling asleep listening to each other's breathing.

In the middle of the night, Rong Zhao woke up, wanted to drink water, and was about to get out of bed, when he turned around and saw Zhou Ye sleeping beside him.

He seemed to be having a nightmare, his head moved slightly, his teeth were clenched tightly, his fists were clenched, sweat was dripping from his forehead and the tip of his nose, and his brows were tightly knit.

Rong Zhao lay down again, held Zhou Ye's hand, and found that his whole body was shaking.

He hugged him and patted his back lightly, trying to make him sleep comfortably and to help him drive away the nightmare.

However, Zhou Ye's sleep became worse and worse, his eyes kept moving, and he began to talk in his sleep in a daze. He kept calling Rong Zhao's name, and the voice sounded very sad.

When Zhou Ye was awake, he always had an optimistic and sunny look, saying that he had beaten Li Junwei so hard that he had vented his anger.When he saw Rong Zhao, there was always a gentle smile on his face and eyes.

Listening to Zhou Ye's nightmare, Rong Zhao's heart ached one after another. He knew that he couldn't get out of the nightmare of being captured by Li Junwei and locked in a dog cage.

Zhou Ye's body was still trembling, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes for some unknown reason, soaking his temple hair.

Rong Zhao's hand was held in the palm of Zhou Ye's and was almost broken by him. Rong Zhao was in severe pain, but he didn't dare to wake Zhou Ye up for fear of scaring him.

Rong Zhao kissed the corner of Zhou Ye's eyes to help him wipe away the tear.Seeing that he was still trembling, she kissed his lips again.

Zhou Ye woke up from Rong Zhao's gentle kiss, and murmured, "Kiss me secretly without sleeping in the middle of the night?"

He seemed to have no memory of the nightmare at all, and he didn't know if it was real or just pretending.

Rong Zhao felt that his body had almost recovered, so he kissed Zhou Ye: "If you miss me, I can..."

Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao, rubbed him into his arms, and gently rubbed his chin against the hair on top of his head: "We'll talk about it when you recover."

Rong Zhao got out of Zhou Ye's arms, kissed his lips and chin, and whispered, "I miss you."

Zhou Ye turned around and pressed down on Rong Zhao, but he didn't really press on him, his arms rested on Rong Zhao's side to support his own weight: "Then don't move around, let me serve you."

After speaking, he bowed his head and kissed him.

The next day, the two didn't get up until the sun was three poles.

After breakfast, Zhou Ye took Rong Zhao to the yard, brought the reclining chair over, and asked Aunt Zhao to make a small cup of milk tea for Rong Zhao to satisfy his cravings.

Zhou Ye handed the milk tea to Rong Zhao: "Sit here and watch me plant flowers for you."

Today's sun is very good, and it is warm on the body. Rong Zhao squinted his eyes comfortably while basking in the sun, picked up a pack of rose seeds on the table and looked at it. It turned out that Zhou Ye brought it from Shilian Road The bag that was not planted last time came.

Zhou Ye took a shovel and turned around along the wall. Aunt Zhao was afraid that he would not be able to work and wanted to come to help, but Zhou Ye drove her back: "How can I borrow someone else's hand to plant flowers for my wife?" .”

Aunt Zhao walked away with a smile, went back to the room and took a blanket to cover Rong Zhao.

As soon as Aunt Zhao walked away, Rong Zhao took the blanket away, got up from the chair, took the flower seeds and walked to Zhou Ye's side: "I'll help you."

Seemingly knowing what Zhou Ye was going to say, Rong Zhaoxian said, "Don't keep treating me like a sick patient and a pregnant woman, I want to be active."

Seeing that Rong Zhao was happy, Zhou Ye nodded, and the two of them sprinkled the seeds into the freshly dug soil together.

"Leave some to plant on the balcony," Zhou Ye looked up at the courtyard wall, "In May next year, the entire wall will be covered with roses and bloom into a flower wall. We will take wedding photos here. I wear black suit, you wear white, okay?"

Rong Zhao smiled and got up from the ground: "Okay."

Zhou Ye turned around and went back to the small cabinet by the courtyard wall, took out a pair of scissors from it, and brought Rong Zhao to the rose bush next to him: "I'll cut out which ones you like."

Rong Zhao took the scissors from Zhou Ye's hand, "I'll do it this time." Before that, Zhou Ye picked flowers and gave them to him every day.

Rong Zhao picked out eleven of the brightest roses, went back to the house and took a few black ribbons, tied the eleven roses into a bouquet, and tied a beautiful bow on it.

Rong Zhao walked in front of Zhou Ye with flowers in his hands: "I gave it to you today, eleven flowers."

Zhou Ye took the bouquet, lowered his head and kissed Rong Zhao's lips, and said in a low voice, "For the rest of my life."

Zhou Ye carefully placed the bouquet of flowers in a vase on the bedside of the bedroom, and the whole room was filled with a faint fragrance of roses.

When going to bed that night, Rong Zhao kept his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep.When Zhou Ye fell asleep, he opened his eyes and watched over Zhou Ye.

He was afraid that he would have nightmares like the previous nights, so he had to guard him.

Zhou Ye was obviously much better today, only broke out in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, Rong Zhao wiped his sweat for him, and slipped into his arms, letting him hug him and comfort him.

The next day Zhou Ye got up very early, fearing that the porridge made by Aunt Zhao would not suit Rong Zhao's taste, so he stood by the stove and cooked a small pot of sweet and sticky millet pumpkin porridge.

Zhou Ye turned off the fire, turned to Aunt Zhao and said, "Aunt Zhao, I will cook all the breakfast at home from now on."

Aunt Zhao felt sorry for Zhou Ye: "Don't you still have to go to work during the day? I cook, so you can sleep more."

"It's okay," Zhou Ye smiled as he served the meal, "I like to make breakfast."

He knows Rong Zhao's stomach best, he knows what he likes to eat and what he doesn't like to eat.In fact, Aunt Zhao already understood almost all of these, and after three or five days, she would know Rong Zhao's preferences.

Aunt Zhao smiled: "Why, can't you trust my cooking skills?"

Zhou Ye put the porridge bowl on the dining table, and took out the freshly made sandwiches from the pot next to him and put them on the plate: "How can you, your cooking skills are naturally the best."

Aunt Zhao finally understood, smiled, and said nothing more.

When you are young, it is like this when you are in love.

It is the most rare thing to be able to persevere every day.

Zhou Ye took the warm milk from Aunt Zhao: "I will trouble you when I go to work during the day."

"If you talk about my childhood, don't tell him about my bed-wetting in kindergarten, and don't tell him about fighting with others to grab territory."

Rong Zhao washed up, changed his clothes and came downstairs: "Did you wet the bed in kindergarten?"

"You don't make any sound when you walk," Zhou Ye coughed unnaturally, "Just once."

Aunt Zhao smiled and retreated consciously.

Rong Zhao sat at the dining table, drank half a glass of warm water first, picked up a spoon and tasted the porridge: "Add some sugar for me, I want something sweeter."

"It's not good to eat too much sugar. Don't think I don't know. You hid those fruit candies in the bedside table." Although Zhou Ye said so, he took the sugar jar and added it to Rong Zhao's porridge. A little, stirred with a spoon.

Rong Zhao smiled and said, "Okay." Anyway, Zhou Ye was going to work soon, so it didn't matter how much candy he ate.

After breakfast, Rong Zhao sent Zhou Ye to the door of the living room, but Zhou Ye stopped him when he wanted to go out: "It's windy outside, don't come out."

"Call me if you miss me," Zhou Ye kissed Rong Zhao on the lips, "Then I'll go first."

Rong Zhao looked at the time: "Hurry up, you'll be late if you drag on any longer. Qi Bureau likes to block people downstairs on Mondays. Be careful to write a review if you get caught by him."

The two stayed together for several days, and had just experienced a life-and-death parting, so they were very reluctant to part at first.

Zhou Ye drove the car to the gate of the community, turned back, rushed back to the house, hugged Rong Zhao and kissed him: "Am I really leaving?"

Sighing again: "I really want to carry you in my pocket and take you with me wherever I go."

After Zhou Ye left for work, Rong Zhao returned to the restaurant and cleaned the dining table with Aunt Zhao. When Zhou Ye was at home, he regarded him as a pregnant woman, otherwise he would touch this and not let him do that. Zhou Ye went to work, and he finally It's time for confinement.

Rong Zhao liked to hear Aunt Zhao talk about Zhou Ye's childhood, chatting while tidying up the dishes, and half a day passed by.

When the sun is at its best, Rong Zhao is sitting on the balcony, holding a book in his hand, but his eyes are always looking at the mobile phone on the table.

He knew very well in his heart that Su Jiaze would not give up after such a big game, and he would definitely contact him again.

Only when Su Jiaze is completely eliminated can the family's revenge be truly avenged.From then on, he never cared about him again, and spent the rest of his life with Zhou Ye properly.

Rong Zhao waited for a while, while trying to think, if Su Jiaze contacted him, tell him to go out.He must do a good job in self-protection, first tell Lin Hongze to send more people to protect him, and then report to Zhou Ye to let him send more bodyguards.

Rong Zhao cherishes his life very much now, he doesn't want to lose even a single hair on his body, and he doesn't want to be injured again, let alone die.

Rong Zhao smiled at the mobile phone on the table. He used to be a character who regarded death as home, but now he has become greedy for life and afraid of death.

How tiring it is to see death as home, he is tired enough, he just wants to nest in the safest place, eat three meals a day all year round, and spend the rest of his life with Zhou Ye peacefully.

After waiting for a long time, no one contacted him, so Rong Zhao ignored him, got up and walked into the kitchen, and made a plate of burnt potato shreds under the guidance of Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Zhao made a few more hard dishes, and put them in the insulated lunch box.

Rong Zhao changed his clothes and drove to the bureau. He hadn't delivered food to Zhou Ye yet, and he missed him a little bit, so he wanted to go and have a look.

Zhou Ye didn't come a few days ago, he had a lot of things on hand, he was busy all morning, he even missed his meal, and he planned to order a takeaway to deal with it.

He stood by the window, lit a cigarette, took out his phone and looked through it, but he didn't see what he wanted to eat after looking through it for a long time.Scanning the downstairs of the Municipal Bureau, Zhou Ye saw Rong Zhao.

He was wearing a beige sweater, black trousers, and a light gray wool thin overcoat. He was carrying a lunch box.

Zhou Ye raised the corners of his lips unconsciously, and blew a hooligan whistle downstairs, deliberately making Rong Zhao look up at him.