mandatory agreement

After hearing what Sarah said, Zhou Xing's first reaction was "Is this true?" He was completely unable to connect Lu Zheng with the image in Sarah's mouth.

Lu Zheng is a smart tyrant and a refined politician. Zhou Xing can't imagine him protecting others, nor can he imagine him letting others bully him.

"He was about your age at the time," was all Sarah explained.

Zhou Xing is 19 years old this year. If he is about the same age as him, he is probably 20 years old?

What does 20-year-old Mr. Lu Zheng look like?

Zhou Xing couldn't imagine it, but he had a vague belief in Sarah's words.

With delicate emotions, when Zhou Xing looked at Lu Zheng again, it was difficult to harden his heart—maybe he had never been tough before.

Sara transferred Lu Zheng to the treatment room in an orderly manner. Zhou Xing thought about it and followed him. It was not difficult to lower the body temperature, but the follow-up treatment was somewhat bloody.

Sara persuaded and persuaded, but still "invited" Zhou Xing out of the room.

Zhou Xing was sitting in the rest room outside the treatment room. He was a little anxious. When he heard the screams from the other side of the wall, his anxiety climbed to an incredible height.

——That was indeed Lu Zheng's voice, and Lu Zheng was screaming.

Zhou Xing hesitated for a while, and moved to the door, but there was no window on the door, Sarah even carefully locked the door to ensure that Zhou Xing could not enter.

"Sarah?"

"Mr. Zhou Xing, please leave as soon as possible."

"Let me in."

"Sorry, I don't have this permission."

"I want to see Lu Zheng."

"He's being treated."

"He sounded miserable."

"Don't worry, he can withstand this level of treatment." Sara paused for a moment, and chose to tell the truth, "Mr. Zhou, Lu Zheng's screams are only because you are outside the door. You can regard this as a Kind of miserable."

Zhou Xing was silent for a moment because of Sara's straightforward words, and he asked again: "How much does Lu Zheng hurt?"

"No one will die."

"How much pain does he have?"

"He should be used to it."

"Pain is impossible to get used to."

"He stopped shouting."

"You reminded him, I was worried about him outside the door, didn't you?"

Sarah did not immediately answer the question.

"Don't ask him if he can tell me, I know, you reminded him."

"..."

Zhou Xing put his head on the door panel, raised his hand, and touched his stomach, as if giving himself a hint.

"Lu Zheng doesn't want me to go in, does he?"

"Correct."

"Okay, I'll listen to him, and when the treatment is over, you can call me again."

"Okay," Sara reminded after running for a while, "You don't have to worry too much, this is just a routine treatment."

"It's impossible not to worry, unless I don't love him anymore."

Zhou Xing thumped the door panel, as if beating his lover violently.

"You still love him?"

Zhou Xing did not answer this question, he calmed down for a while, and chose to go back upstairs to rest - his mood should not fluctuate too much, and he was still pregnant with a child.

Sarah kept watching Zhou Xing until the other party drank the nutrient solution, played soothing music, and lay down on the soft mattress.

Its owner is undergoing the third round of treatment, the transparent glass tube is gradually filled with blood, and sometimes its owner will make a slight cry of pain, very slight, like a dying animal.

But no one knows better than Sara how powerful its master is. It is not surprising to find that the master's various physical indicators gradually stabilized, and finally fell back to the range of normal people.

He still had a pale face and gray lips, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp, and no one could put the word "weak" on his body.

Lu Zheng stepped off the treatment table, his muscles were covered with a thin layer of sweat, beautiful and sexy.

Sarah handed over a white bath towel through the robotic arm, and said in a businesslike manner, "Mr. Zhou is resting in his room."

"You seem to talk a lot today." Lu Zheng pointed.

"It's just helping the evildoers."

"Oh?"

"Help sell miserably."

"I don't need to be miserable."

"Then why are you screaming?"

"It hurts."

"You've never complained of pain before."

"That's because no one will care, and no one will feel bad." Lu Zheng wiped his face with a bath towel, and couldn't control the corners of his mouth. gone."

"..." Sara didn't quite understand what it meant to eat dog food, but this didn't prevent her from coming to a conclusion that Lu Zheng just wanted someone to love him, so she wanted to shout out pain.

It had to change the subject and asked, "Do you want to stay?"

"No, leave temporarily as planned."

"I don't quite understand what you're thinking."

"When I was sick, Zhou Xing loved me more than he hated me. Now that I'm well, Zhou Xing will hate me more than he loves me."

"Sarah, we need a little distance."

"When he can't see me for a short time, he will slowly ignore my bad and remember my good."

"And I'm just recovering from a serious illness. He will love me very much. This kind of distress will prompt him to come to me."

"Sarah, he loves me."

"..."

Sara had nothing to say, she sympathized with Mr. Zhou Xing uncontrollably, sympathized with this young man who had been calculated by its master.

"You should tell him I'm awake."

"Aren't you going?"

"I can't bear him, I want to see him before leaving."

"..."

In the body of Lu Zheng in front of her, Sarah saw a little bit of Lu Zheng's appearance when she was young, the same lively and indulgent, and the same fearless.

"I like him very much, Sarah."

"He likes you too, sir."

Lu Zheng laughed shortly. After he changed his clothes, he walked out of the room and found that his Zhou Xing was sitting on the sofa, waiting for him.

"Don't worry, I'm already in good health, I'm leaving now, if you need anything, you can talk to Sara directly."

Zhou Xing lowered his eyes, suppressed the impulse to keep the other party's words, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Fortunately."

"Let's rest for a while, I'll cook a bowl of noodles, you eat before you go."

"Is it too much trouble?"

"It's okay, it'll be soon."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Xing stood up straight and walked slowly towards the kitchen, as if he didn't want to give Lu Zheng another chance to refuse.

Zhou Xing quickly cooked two bowls of noodles in clear soup, and the two of them sat at the dining table, having a rare and comfortable meal.

When Lu Zheng finished eating a bowl, Zhou Xing only ate half of it. He put down the bowl, indicating that he was full, and asked Lu Zheng, "Is everything packed?"

"You don't need to pack anything, you can find everything you need for daily use over there."

Zhou Xing nodded, and asked again: "Then when will you come back?"

"After your physical examination in four days, I must come back."

Zhou Xing pursed his lower lip, looking unhappy, the two chatted for a while, Lu Zheng's car stopped at the door - he had to leave.

Zhou Xing sent Lu Zheng to the porch, and couldn't help telling: "Take care of your body, pay attention to your work and rest."

"Okay, do it, you too, take care of yourself."

After Lu Zheng said goodbye, he turned around and was about to leave, but found that his clothes were tight—Zhou Xing reached out his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.

Lu Zheng stood where he was, staring at Zhou Xing quietly, without saying a word.

Zhou Xing puffed his face, he was angry and impatient, loving and angry, and finally asked in a very small voice: "Take me away, or stay?"

"...don't hate me anymore?"

"Hate, but I love you more."