canary dressed as a disabled villain

He Zhuo has been staring down at Zhuang Jianning, those slender fingers inlaid with jewels, no matter what he does, it is an excellent visual enjoyment.

The small wound on his arm was nothing to him at all, and he was even obsessed with the pain his body brought him.Put it aside as usual, after you get rid of the debris, you won't care about it anymore.

But Zhuang Jianning asked the doctor for the medicine box and gave him the medicine, he couldn't refuse at all.

He couldn't refuse what Zhuang Jianning did to him.

Feeling that Zhuang Jianning's hand muscles were gradually tense, and his lips were also pursed slightly, He Zhuo pinched his chin with his other hand and stroked it lightly, "What's wrong?

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he loosened his chin, and turned his big palm to catch his small waist, "Get up, don't squat down."

When Zhuang Jianning took the medicine, the living room was very quiet, but he could feel Mao Jun's gaze behind him.

Last time on the helicopter, sitting in He Zhuo's arms in front of Assistant He Zhuo, he felt uncomfortable all over.

At this time, for some reason, following the strength of He Zhuo's hugging him, he sat down directly in his arms.

Although the wound was deep, it was inconvenient to bandage it in summer. After applying the plaster evenly, Zhuang Jianning pinched the cotton swab in the palm of his hand, held his arm, and blew on the wound. Looking into He Zhuo's eyes, "Does it hurt?"

He Zhuo hesitated for a moment between "it hurts" and "it doesn't hurt", then nodded, with a serious expression, "It hurts a little."

"Hiss—" There was a gasp from the other side.

Seeing that Jun Mao hadn't left, Zhuang Jianning guessed that the other party had something serious to tell He Zhuo, and it happened that he also had other matters.

Lowering her head, she quickly kissed He Zhuo's lips lightly, as a comfort, "Be patient, it will be fine soon. I'll go out for a walk, and I'll be back later."

"Okay." He Zhuo wrapped his arms around the back of his head, raised his head and kissed back, before letting go.

Zhuang Jianning got up, so ashamed that he didn't even dare to lift his head, he hurriedly greeted Mao Jun and Yan Lu, then tightened his hip muscles, and strode towards the door.

The eyes of the three people in the room were all glued to him, and they turned their heads at the same time.

He Zhuo stared at his blushing ears, stroked the lips that had been kissed just now, his heart softened.

Mao Jun stared at his upturned buttocks, thoughtfully.

Yan Lu analyzed his body language according to his walking posture, and suddenly stood up, "I have something to do, you two talk about it."

-

Only He Zhuo and Mao Jun were left in the living room.

Mao Jun glanced at He Zhuo's lips, then moved his gaze down to his calf, and suddenly remembered the day when he had a car accident ten years ago.

It was the beginning of the September school season, and he went to school early in the morning to go through the enrollment procedures. When he saw He Zhuo next to him on the dormitory assignment list, he happily picked up his mobile phone and shared it with the person.

But there was no reply, no one came, until almost noon, the students said that there was a tragic car accident on the Qingbei Bridge next to the school, and the severely deformed car rushed directly into the river.

When he rushed over, he saw an unrecognizable car salvaged from the river.After seeing clearly that the license plate number belonged to the He family's car, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He rushed to the hospital and saw He Zhuo who was seriously injured. He grabbed the policeman who came to investigate, and hysterically reported to others that this was a premeditated murder case, just like He Zhuo's father's car accident 18 years ago. It was all intentional. Intentional homicide disguised as a traffic accident.

After He Zhuo woke up, he also held the same point of view.

The police attached great importance to it. After a series of investigations, the accident was still identified as a traffic accident.

The reasons are given as follows.

First, the driver died on the spot, and when driving the vehicle, due to the onset of drug addiction, the vehicle deviated from the established route and accelerated and hit the bridge pier.

Second, on the severely damaged and deformed car, no traces of artificial modification were detected.

Third, the monitoring and witnesses at the scene of the car accident can prove that there was no conflict between the driver and the two people in the back seat before the car accident.

Fourth, through the investigation of the driver's social background and bank records, no abnormalities related to the hired murderer were found.

Mr. He was overly sad, Mrs. He was seriously injured and unconscious, and He Zhuo was seriously injured and lying in the hospital. As immediate family members, the two uncles of the He family quickly reached a compensation agreement with the relatives of the driver who caused the accident.

No matter how dissatisfied the two teenagers Mao Jun and He Zhuo are, this matter is settled like this.

In a rage, he asked someone to find a relationship and changed his major to law.

He Zhuo coughed lightly, interrupting Mao Jun's memory, "How is the matter going?"

Mrs. He woke up, some things should be settled.

Mao Jun folded his legs, returned to his usual leisurely appearance, and rolled his eyelids, "I heard that she woke up. Before boarding the plane, I asked them to find a way to bring her back to the empire. It will probably arrive tonight. Let's The evidence collected over the years will be handed over to the Imperial Capital Criminal Police at that time. Mr. He and Mr. He probably won't be able to escape this time."

He was referring to the driver who was involved in the car accident with He Zhuo's father 28 years ago. Some time ago, after his people had grasped the whereabouts of this person in country M, they disclosed the news to the He family according to He Zhuo's words. room and second room.

Sure enough, the other party couldn't sit still anymore, and sent someone to country m the next day.His people took the opportunity to control and protect the driver who caused the accident.

He Zhuo nodded. Mr. Mao is already the best lawyer in the empire, so he has nothing to worry about.

His fingers tapped irregularly on the armrest of the sofa, "Where are those from the He family?"

Mao Jun hooked the corners of his lips, "Grandpa He has been in some physical condition recently, and he is going to hand over the inheritance rights of the He family company to the eldest son of the big house, He Yu. Originally, the second house wanted to fight for it, and there must be a relationship between the two houses. It’s clear and dark, but thanks to us, they probably don’t have much interest in robbing the company recently.”

Now he is busy cleaning up and destroying all clues related to the two car accidents.

He Zhuo didn't know what he thought of, he was silent for a moment, and said softly, "Mr. Mao."

Mao Jun raised his eyes. After all, the two have known each other for more than 20 years. From these two words, he can feel that he has something important to say, "If you have something to say, just say it."

He Zhuo raised his eyes to look at him, and said solemnly: "When this matter is over, I want to move my father's tomb out of the He family ancestor's tomb, and I bought a new cemetery."

Speaking of He Zhuo's father, Mao Jun's expression darkened.

He Zhuo frowned slightly, and continued: "I know that Mr. Mao and Uncle Mao will definitely not agree to move Uncle Mao's tomb out, but..."

After a moment of astonishment, Mao Jun immediately understood what He Zhuo meant, and blurted out: "Do you want to bury Uncle He and my uncle together?"

He Zhuo didn't have this plan before, and he knew it would be difficult to implement.But when he hugged Zhuang Jianning just now, this idea lingered strongly in his mind.

His eyes were a little bitter, and he slowly said: "They grew up as childhood sweethearts and have been in love for so many years. If it wasn't for Li Qiubai and those from the He family, they should have been together forever."

Mr. Mao also felt a little uncomfortable by what he said, and he was silent for a moment, "Okay, I will go and convince my grandpa and my dad." Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit depressed, he joked, "If they only agree to the joint burial and don't agree to bury me Uncle's tomb moved out?"

He Zhuo said: "Then move to your Mao family, no matter where you move, as long as I can be with my uncle, my father will definitely be happy."

This was the only way he could think of to comfort the soul of his late father.

Mao Jun suddenly took the bag at hand, took out an old book with yellowed pages, got up, walked to He Zhuo, sat down, and handed the book to He Zhuo, "I went to the old house a few days ago, secretly I went to my uncle's room, found this in his bookcase."

In the car accident 28 years ago, after his uncle and He Zhuo's father died together on the spot, his grandfather still kept all his uncle's belongings intact, and the room was never touched except by the servants who cleaned it regularly.

He Zhuo took the book with trembling hands. Since he can remember, except for Mrs. He going crazy, he has rarely heard anything related to his father, let alone seen his father's relics.

Everything related to his father in the house was cleaned up.

Even Mrs. He, who admitted that she fell in love with his father at first sight, didn't keep any relics.When asked, it was only said that it was unlucky to keep it.

It was Duras's "The Lover".He Zhuo slowly brushed over the slightly curled cover with his hand, as if he had a belated exchange with his biological father whom he had never met for 28 years.

Mao Jun patted him on the shoulder, "Open it and have a look."

He Zhuo opened the book according to his words, and a yellowed old photo fell out from the pages.

In the photo are two teenagers in white shirts, about seventeen or eighteen years old, carrying schoolbags, laughing together and looking back at the camera in the soft halo of the setting sun.

He Zhuo and his father were almost carved out of the same mold, their eyebrows, eyes, face, figure, and temperament were very similar.

Mao Jun and his uncle are also seven or eight points similar.

At first glance, the photo looks like a group photo they took when they were in high school.

The eyes of the two were glued to the photo.

Mao Jun moved his lips a few times, wanting to ask if there was no chance for the two of them to fall in love like this without what happened later.

But he knew that there were no ifs, because without what happened later, Uncle He would not have been framed by that woman Li Qiubai, and there would be no He Zhuo.

He Zhuo looked at it for a long time, then put the photos into the book, a box of books, and said without any room for negotiation: "Let me read the book for a few days."

Mr. Mao stretched out his hand in the air, retracted it, and shook his head helplessly, "Okay."

Move the topic to the main topic, "When are you going to take action against the rest of the He family and He's company?"

For so many years, the two have forged ahead in their respective fields of expertise, and cooperated with each other in order to wait for the day when the He family collapsed completely.

He Zhuo said: "Wait a few more days."

Mao Jun thought something was wrong, "What's wrong?"

He Zhuo looked at him frankly, "Wait until Zhuang Zhuang wins the championship. It's unlucky to do it now."

Mao Jun gasped again, covered his eyes and rubbed them.

He Zhuo suddenly wondered: "When Zhuang Zhuang went out just now, where did you look? Isn't Yan Lu sitting next to you, you always watch what my wife is doing?"

Mr. Mao jumped up from the sofa, ready to end the conversation with the stone.

It's been so many years, He Zhuo didn't understand at all, he didn't see his own thoughts, and now he always thinks that he has some thoughts about his wife.

He waved his hands and strode out the door, "Whoever cares about you will care for you, and whoever loves to be your wife will be your wife. I'll find a way."

-

Zhuang Jianning met Mrs. He just now, besides being angry at her abuse of He Zhuo in the past, she also paid attention to another issue.

She has been in a coma for ten years, and the muscles in her arms are no different from normal people.

There must be the best massage doctors in the medical team on Hot Spring Mountain.

After talking to Li Zhu about his appeal, although Li Zhu was a little surprised, he remembered that Mr. He had explained that he had met all of Mr. Zhuang's requirements, so he took him to Dr. Lu's office without saying a word.

After Zhuang Jianning entered, he bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Hello, Doctor Lu, I want to learn the massage techniques from you. Can you teach me some time?"

Dr. Lu is about 50 years old, wearing glasses, slightly fat, and looks easy to get close to.

He smiled and said: "Of course."

Such a humble and studious boy, naturally no one would refuse him.What's more, he is Mr. He's lover.

In order to be more targeted, Zhuang Jianning blurred He Zhuo's information, and cut straight to the point: "Doctor Lu, my friend's calf has been unable to walk for nearly ten years, and his muscles have atrophied. In this case, in addition to professional treatment, external What are the auxiliary methods?"

Dr. Lu pulled out a diagram of the acupoints and meridians of the human calf from the side, suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "There are three main methods, massage, acupuncture, and medicinal bath."

Zhuang Jianning nodded, regardless of He Zhuo's attitude, he must trouble Grandpa Chen Mo to prepare the traditional Chinese medicine this time.

He can do massage and medicated bath. Acupuncture is too professional, so let's think of a way.

Sit down on the chair next to Dr. Lu, "Thank you, Dr. Lu, shall we start learning from the acupoints and meridians?"

When Yan Lu found Zhuang Jianning, he was lying on the table, like a primary school student, while looking at the acupuncture point and meridian map, he was earnestly learning various systematic massage fingering techniques from the doctor.

Dr. Lu's face was filled with admiration, "That's right! That's it, it's great! You learn things so fast, and your memory is so impressive!"

"Dr. Lu, you are a good teacher! And I am very interested in massage." Zhuang Jianning smiled embarrassedly, heard the sound of the door opening, turned around and saw Yan Lu, and greeted, "Doctor Yan."

Yan Lu nodded, looked at the movements of the two of them again, and joked, "Mr. Zhuang has a very good bone structure, and he is indeed a good material for learning massage. Doctor, you should quickly accept him as a closed disciple."

Dr. Lu also laughed, "I think it's okay, Mr. Zhuang is the chef and masseuse who were delayed by jewelry design."

Li Zhu thought for a while and said, "A chef who can't design jewelry is not a good masseur." He glanced at Dr. Lu and found himself being led into a ditch, "I'm sorry, Dr. Lu, I'll say it again."

Several people laughed at the same time.

In the cheerful atmosphere, Zhuang Jianning saw that Yan Lu was wearing a pair of loose trousers, "Doctor Yan, come and try the skill of Gengu Qijia masseur."

Yan Lu didn't shirk, and sat down on the chair that Li Zhu brought over, rolled up his trouser legs, and put his legs on another stool, "Come on, let Dr. Lu test the effectiveness of your studies."

Under the guidance of Dr. Lu, Zhuang Jianning had completed the first rehearsal on a real person.

Dr. Lu affirmed: "Perfect! The acupoints are mastered very precisely, and the technique is steady. You are indeed an artist who does delicate work like inlaying jewelry."

"It's really comfortable!" Yan Lu rolled up his trouser legs, looked at the sweaty Zhuang Jianning, "Why are you so nervous?"

Zhuang Jianning took the tissue from Assistant Li, "I'm afraid I pressed the wrong acupuncture point."

Only with Dr. Lu around did he dare to try it. If he really wanted to massage He Zhuo in private, he had to practice again.

Dr. Lu took out his mobile phone, "I'll send you the acupoint map and detailed fingerings. It's no problem for you to familiarize yourself with it. If you have any questions later, you can contact me at any time."

"Thank you so much, Dr. Lu!" Zhuang Jianning hurriedly got up and added the other party's WeChat.

Yan Lu also clicked on his WeChat QR code, stretched it out, "Add mine too."

After leaving Dr. Lu's office, it was almost dark.

Although Zhuang Jianning and Yan Lu met on the first day, after the "intimate contact" just now, their relationship has become much closer.

The two strolled along the tree-lined path towards the small building.

"Mr. Zhuang." Yan Lu spoke first.

Seeing that Yan Lu was only 24 or five years old, Zhuang Jianning smiled and said, "Doctor Yan, you can just call me Jianning."

Yan Lu readily accepted his proposal, and imitated the example, "Jianning, then you can call me Lulu, Mao Jun and others call me that."

Seeing Zhuang Jianning nodded, Yan Lu asked, "Jianning, did you come to learn massage because of Mr. He?"

In fact, what he wants to know more is whether He Zhuo's calf is willing to be touched. If so, it is not only difficult for He Zhuo to take this step, but also of great significance.

Zhuang Jianning knew that the other party was He Zhuo's trusted psychiatrist, so he said without reservation: "Yes. I don't know if massage will help his legs, but at least it will make him feel better."

Yan Lu said: "Of course it is useful."

He continued to explain: "From a spiritual point of view, this not only means that Mr. He has accepted you wholeheartedly, but also means that he is willing to let go of the past and reconcile with his present self; Miraculously."

Zhuang Jianning looked at him with burning eyes, "Really?"

Yan Lu said: "But so many years have passed, even if Mr. He is willing, the treatment process will be very long and tormented."

Zhuang Jianning said without any hesitation: "It's okay! I will always be with him." He lowered his head, his voice was a little softer, but he was firm, "Whether he wants to be cured or not, I will always be with him."

The two met Mr. Mao with an anxious face at the gate of the small building, "Where did you two go? Lulu, I have been looking for you for a long time."

Zhuang Jianning quickly touched Yan Lu with his shoulder.

Yan Lu received the signal and didn't mention the massage: "I went to the grove with Jian Ning for a stroll."

Mao Jun was incredulous, "You two have been shopping all afternoon? I just went there to look around, why didn't I see you?"

Yan Lu pushed him into the house, "Brother Jun, why are you looking for me?"

Mr. Mao thought for a while, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong. When he saw a table of dishes on the dining table, he made up an impromptu reason, "I call you guys for dinner."

-

He Zhuo was in the bedroom, holding his mobile phone and anxiously driving the wheelchair around. He raised his wrist to look at his watch again. The hour hand pointed to 38:[-] pm. Zhuang Jianning had been out for six hours and [-] minutes.

How come you are like a wild little rabbit, doesn't your butt hurt anymore?

He knew that there were many things to do in the resort, not to mention the scenery on the hot spring mountain. Zhuang Jianning was busy with the college entrance examination some time ago, and recently he was busy with the competition, so he finally had a chance to breathe. It's normal for young people to have fun.

Thinking of this, she was reluctant to call him. If he went over, Zhuang Jianning would be worried about his legs, and she would definitely not have so much fun playing.

Throwing away the phone, he just found the "Lover" he took from Mr. Mao, when he heard the voices of several people outside the door, put the book on the bedside table, and drove the wheelchair out of the room.

When he saw Zhuang Jianning, he suddenly realized the meaning of "not seeing each other for half a day is like three autumns".

The four of them had their own thoughts, finished their meal in a hurry, greeted each other briefly, and went back to their rooms.

Mao Jun and Yan Lu lived separately.

Zhuang Jianning and He Zhuo are in a husband and wife relationship, and what's more, they must live in the same room.

After closing the door, He Zhuo immediately hugged Zhuang Jianning into his arms, found his lips, kissed him deeply for a while, and then asked him, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

Zhuang Jianning had already asked Li Zhu to keep it a secret, and sat on his lap with two legs, held his face with a smile, kissed the corner of his mouth, gasped lightly, and said to him from left to right, "Miss me?"

"En." He Zhuo replied honestly, since the person is already in his arms, where to go is not the most important thing.

She reached out to pinch the back of his neck, picked a red plum from the cabinet next to her with the other hand, and raised her head to deepen the kiss.

Hooking his tongue, sucking it inch by inch from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue, not even letting go of the sensitive upper jaw and gums, like tasting the most delicious cake in the world.

Zhuang Jianning's body was tense, and her waist and abdomen shook violently.

His mouth was sore from being sucked and licked vigorously, his tongue was numb from being entangled, and his whole body was dazed from being kissed, so comfortable, he thought while puffing out his chest.

After kissing for some time, Zhuang Jianning's waist gradually softened.

The back is also empty, empty if you have never come or been.

He whimpered, "He... Zhuo... He Zhuo." There was eagerness and demand in his voice.

He Zhuo felt the changes in his body and withdrew from his lips.

While rubbing his slightly swollen, moist and bright red lips with her hands, she looked up at him.

The corners of Zhuang Jianning's eyes were reddish, his moist peach eyes were half-closed, his lips were opened, and he stretched out his tempting tongue to try to lick his fingers.

He Zhuo patted him, his voice hoarse, "Hurry up and take a bath."

Zhuang Jianning shamelessly moved forward, blinked, and said maliciously, "Wash together?"

He Zhuo hesitated for a moment, "You go first."

Zhuang Jianning still had a sliver of clarity in his mind, knowing that He Zhuo was concerned about his legs, he nodded, got up obediently, picked up his pajamas and went into the bathroom.

After rinsing, he wiped the water off his hair with a towel. After thinking about it, he wasn't wearing pajamas, only wrapped in a bath towel.

Going out of the bathroom, thinking about what will happen later, I feel a little ashamed, "I've finished washing, you can go."

He Zhuo glanced at the mottled red marks on his body, quickly rolled his Adam's apple a few times, and entered the bathroom.

Zhuang Jianning heard the sound of rushing water, and He Zhuo's perfect chest and abdominal muscles unconsciously appeared in his mind.

I don't know when He Zhuo secretly practiced.

Shaking his head to get these things out of his mind, he picked up his phone and clicked on the acupoint map and fingering map that Dr. Lu had sent him just now, planning to review it again as soon as possible.

His heart was beating wildly, his eyes were looking at the pictures on the phone, but he didn't enter his mind at all.

He sighed, beauty deceives others.

When He Zhuo came out of the bathroom, he saw Zhuang Jianning sitting on the head of the bed, holding his mobile phone in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Jianning heard the voice and hurriedly hid the phone behind her back.

He can't figure out what He Zhuo is thinking now, if He Zhuo finds out that he secretly studied massage before he finished his studies, not only will this matter fall through, He Zhuo will probably be angry.

Looking up, I saw that He Zhuo was only wrapped in a bath towel, his hair was half-dry and dripping water, his body was full of strong hormones of mature men, he was handsome and sexy.

He swallowed, and quickly crawled over there.

Although He Zhuo was puzzled by Zhuang Jianning's reaction just now, he really couldn't refuse his gesture.

Zhuang Jianning took the initiative to straddle the wheelchair, and He Zhuo thoughtfully turned on the automatic driving function of the wheelchair.

It will not stop if it is not closed, and it will automatically avoid obstacles when encountering obstacles. The wheelchair travels back and forth between the huge bedroom and the terrace.

Zhuang Jianning's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly cry out, the wheelchair drove to the side of the TV cabinet, He Zhuo stopped the wheelchair, picked up the water glass, took a sip by himself, then raised his head to find Zhuang Jianning's lips, and gave him the water.

After drinking a glass of water in this way, Zhuang Jianning urged him impatiently, "Open it quickly."

"More?" He Zhuo licked the water droplets from the corner of his mouth.

Zhuang Jianning's crying eyelashes were wet, long, sticking together, clean, beautiful, and lustful.

He Zhuo drove the wheelchair to the highest speed, and several mixed sounds came from the bedroom.

There was the sound of water, humming, and panting.

"It's going to be broken." Zhuang Jianning held He Zhuo's arm tightly with his fingers, scratching out bloodstains.

He Zhuo asked him: "What's going to break?"

Zhuang Jianning wanted to say that the wheelchair would definitely break if it continued to be tossed like this.

But for a moment, he couldn't be sure whether the wheelchair broke first or he broke first.

He could only curl his toes and say, "Wheelchair."

He Zhuo nodded, seemed to agree with his worries, and hugged him to the bed.

Soon, there were more "creaking" sounds of mattresses and bed boards in the bedroom.

From nine o'clock in the evening, Zhuang Jianning woke up and woke up, but he kept counting and remembering the numbers in his head.

Until four o'clock in the morning, He Zhuo asked him five times in total.

Putting the things in the little flower, He Zhuo kissed the back of his head, "Go to sleep."

Zhuang Jianning half-opened his eyes, and suddenly saw a book on the bedside table, flipped through it lazily, and a photo fell out of it.

Lifting his head slightly, with the help of the warm yellow bedside lamp, he saw clearly that the two young men with friendly manners were He Zhuo and Mao Jun.