Straight Men Taming

Chapter 18 I Think I Love You

When Wang Cheng learned about this, he was making marinated meat at home. He mixed the seasoning and poured it into the chicken thighs, stirred it, kneaded it with his fingers, and let it dry for two days. When Song Zhe came back, it was the most delicious. good time.

Thinking of Song Zhe's little greedy cat's face, Wang Cheng's fingertips became tender.

The TV was broadcasting people's livelihood news in the living room. After all, there was a new policy somewhere, and there was another subsidy for poor children. Wang Cheng was busy with the way of life at hand and didn't listen carefully.

Suddenly, as soon as the TV screen switched to the anchor room, the female anchor had a serious expression on her face, and said solemnly: "The following is an urgent news broadcast, Chengdu Airlines flew to New York's Kennedy Airport at 360:138 yesterday morning on A79 The flight had an accident on the way. It will be at Pearson Airport in Canada at [-]:[-] am today. It is reported that there were [-] passengers on board, including [-] Chinese passengers. Make targeted reports."

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whom" Wang Cheng was cutting into pieces of meat, and when he heard the news, his knife fell to the ground, and his finger was cut half a centimeter long.

He didn't care about the wound on his hand, wiped it, and hurried to the living room to watch the news. The TV was showing the plane that made an emergency landing at Pearson Airport. The fire engine was spraying water continuously, and the right wing of the plane was already burned. Unrecognizable.

The fleeing passengers were helped by the medical staff and sent to the ambulance. The injured, bleeding, crying, screaming, the scene was chaotic.

Wang Cheng only felt a "buzz" in his head, and he couldn't stabilize his figure and staggered backwards.

Flight A360...flying to New York, USA...Chengdu Airlines...no...it won't be such a coincidence..

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Song Zhe, but he slid twice with trembling hands before unlocking the screen lock, pressed Song Zhe's number, and put it to his ear to wait for the response.

Shut down.

Wang Cheng quickly hung up and replayed it again.

Still shutting down.

Replay again.

Still off.

He couldn't sit still any longer, and immediately called the travel company to apply for air tickets and visas, and the trip would take place within two days.

The travel agency lady responded politely: Sorry, sir, it takes 15 working days at the fastest to apply for a Canadian visa. If you start the process now, you can get the visa and board the plane in 17 days at the earliest.

Depend on!Wang Cheng couldn't help cursing angrily, hung up the phone and dialed Wang Ye directly.

Wang Ye was lying on the beauty's couch at this time, eating Xinjiang grapes peeled by the great singer Shen Moyan himself, stroking his soft long hair with his fingers, Shen Moyan's eyes were tender, and his smile was overwhelming.Wang Ye squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Shen Moyan's peerless face. He kept reminiscing about the ups and downs of last night in his mind, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly the phone ringing, Wang Ye frowned slightly, picked up the phone and saw that it was Wang Cheng calling, he was very happy to answer the phone and said loudly: "Brother! Why did you call me? How are you doing during the Chinese New Year?"

"I have something urgent to find you!" Wang Cheng's anxious voice came from the receiver, "I'm going to Toronto, Canada immediately, it's best to leave today! Tomorrow at the latest! I don't care what method you use, arrange for me to leave!"

Wang Ye sat up from the beauty's couch in shock, but still held Shen Moyan's hand in his hand, and asked anxiously, "Brother, you really think I'm Doraemon! You can make anything you want! Where do you want me to get a visa for you at this hour and a half?"

"I don't care! Wang Ye! No matter what method I use, I must go to Toronto in the next two days! If you don't agree, I'll go to Wang's house and tell the mistress about you and Shen Moyan!" Wang Cheng was already anxiously going back and forth at home. Pacing around, he yelled at Wang Ye in a stern tone.

Wang Ye suddenly seemed to be caught by the braid, and hurriedly said: "Brother! Don't, we have the same father! You must not tell my mother. I can't do this! You give me two Within hours, I will help you get a visa and send you to Toronto properly!"

"Okay! I'll wait for your news!" After saying this, Wang Cheng hung up the phone, rushed back to the room, packed his luggage, and waited for news from Wang Ye in the living room.

He was sitting on the sofa, rubbing his hands constantly, and his palms were sweating finely. Thinking of Song Zhe's life or death, he couldn't sit still. He was so flustered that he wished he could fly to Toronto right away. torment.

The last time Wang Cheng was so terrified was when he found out that his mother had cut her wrist and committed suicide. The feeling of despair and pain still makes his heart palpitate.

"Song Zhe...don't let anything happen to you...you promised me to wait for you to come back..."

He kept mumbling in his mouth, as if he had waited for half a century before Wang Ye called: "Brother! I'm downstairs at your house, and the air ticket and visa have been completed for you. It took me a lot of effort. Come down quickly, I will take you to the airport along the way!"

Wang Cheng hurriedly picked up his luggage and ran downstairs, saw Wang Ye's car and got in, urging him to drive to the airport.

On the way, Wang Ye peeked at Wang Cheng's panicked expression, and said jokingly, "Brother, I've read the news now. A plane made an emergency landing in Toronto. Do you have any friends on the plane?"

Wang Cheng didn't answer the conversation, he didn't know what he was thinking with a gloomy face, Wang Ye didn't care much, since the first time he saw his brother when he was eight years old, he was used to Wang Cheng's personality full of thoughts.

He whistled and continued to ask, "Who is there? I haven't seen you in such a panic."

Wang Cheng turned his head and glared at him, and said in a deep voice, "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask, just take care of your big singer."

"Hey," Wang Ye snorted disdainfully, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't care about you here. Besides, Shen Moyan and I really love each other, and you, an oedipal madman, don't understand it at all."

Wang Cheng stopped talking to him, turned his head to look out the window, and kept secretly praying that Song Zhe was safe.

When he arrived at the airport, Wang Cheng said to Wang Ye: "Thank you!" He got out of the car and ran towards the boarding gate.

Wang Ye looked at his brother's back, curled his lips and muttered, "I'm so excited~ I don't know who's unlucky guy put up such a slut."

After finishing speaking, Wang Ye hummed a little song and turned around to drive to the city, thinking of the beauty at home who was naked on the bed waiting for him to taste it, the corners of his mouth kept curling up, and he couldn't wait to go back.

It was already the afternoon of the second day when Wang Cheng boarded the plane and arrived in Toronto. After getting off the plane, he immediately contacted the embassy to find out which hospital the Chinese injured in the forced landing accident were arranged for.

After the embassy staff informed Wang Cheng of the specific address, he thoughtfully left the address of the hotel where the stranded passengers were staying, and reassured him that there was no death this time, only a few people were injured.

Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still worried, was Song Zhe injured?Is it in a hospital or a hotel?Will he be scared after going through this incident?

Thinking of this, he couldn't calm down, so he hurriedly called TAXI and drove to the hospital first.

Song Zhe stayed in the hospital for two days. His arm was diagnosed as dislocated and dislocated. It was not a serious injury, but it was inconvenient to put a plaster cast on his right hand.

The mobile phone was left on the plane, and it was estimated that it was taken away by the ambulance personnel who cleared the scene. The people here are not familiar with the place and the language is difficult.

The flight attendants have visited him a few times, but they still have to cooperate with the Civil Aviation Administration's investigation, so they can't stay longer.

Bored, Song Zhe finished a vegetable salad with his left hand, drooped his right hand covered with plaster, and prepared to walk out of the hospital.

Toronto is surprisingly clear today, the sun hangs brightly in the sky, and the cloudless sky shines on the earth, driving away the rainy days of the previous two days.

Song Zhe was walking out of the inpatient building, and was about to reach the gate, when a familiar figure appeared there.

Wang Cheng's head was dripping with sweat, he bowed his hands on his legs and panted heavily, looking straight at Song Zhe.

There seemed to be a car accident near the hospital, and the front yard was filled with injured patients, doctors and nurses were busy, and people were running around.

At that moment, Song Zhe suddenly had the illusion that Wang Cheng was like the unrivaled hero who descended from the sky stepping on colorful clouds, with full of enthusiasm and heavy love, walking through the turbulent crowd one by one, walking towards him, catching himself, hug yourself.

Wang Cheng's gaze seemed to travel through thousands of years, regardless of reincarnation, he would find him in the mortal world and get close to him.

Wang Cheng walked towards Song Zhe step by step, afraid that this was just a dream of his own, but Song Zhe was standing in front of him at this moment, with a bright smile on his face, and his eyes were as bright as stars many years ago.

Song Zhe opened his left arm, facing the approaching man, his voice choked up: "Hold me tight..."

Wang Cheng stretched out his arms forward and hugged Song Zhe into his arms, as if hugging him tightly with his life, wanting to melt this little man into his flesh and blood.

"Wang Cheng..." Song Zhe said hoarsely.

"I'm here..." Wang Cheng buried himself in his neck and responded in a low voice.

"Wang Cheng..." Song Zhe's voice was hoarse.

"I'm here...I'm here..." Wang Cheng hugged him tighter, fearing that he would disappear in a blink of an eye.

"Wang Cheng..." Song Zhe called his name stubbornly.

I love you.

Stains of water slid across his face, this warm embrace was so real, Song Zhe couldn't help but burst into tears.

He wanted to cry out loud, he thought he was going to die, he was so scared;

He wants to say loudly that he still has a lot of regrets, he is a coward;

He also wanted to tell Wang Cheng loudly, I love you, I'm afraid I didn't tell you how much I love you before I died.

Song Zhe wept loudly in Wang Cheng's arms, as if he had just vented out the anxiety and panic of the past few days at this time.

Wang Cheng stroked his hair distressedly, and frowned, he couldn't help comforting this man who was crying like a child. His right arm was in a plaster cast, and he lost some weight, but it didn't matter.

Because he's alive, it's great.

After Song Zhe had cried enough, Wang Cheng carefully checked his injury, looked up and down the big piece of plaster, pursed his lips and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Song Zhe nodded, his nose was still twitching, and the tears on his face were not wiped off, he pouted and said, "It hurts!"

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Wang Cheng couldn't help laughing, wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and said softly: "Come on, let's go back to the ward, please tell me what's going on."

Song Zhe was obediently helped into the ward by Wang Cheng, lying on the bed, holding Wang Cheng's hand reluctantly to let go.

Wang Cheng rubbed his left hand lovingly, and asked with concern: "What happened during the flight? How did such a big thing happen?"

Speaking of this, Song Zhe stopped sobbing, and told Wang Cheng about the forced landing incident with all his energy, and by the way, he talked about his brave and fearless behavior of sacrificing himself and selflessness.

After listening to Song Zhe's description, Wang Cheng was covered in cold sweat again. Fortunately, there was no danger. If something happened to Song Zhe, he really couldn't imagine what would happen to him.I'm afraid I can't wait to go to the underworld with Song Zhe and be with each other.

One of them spoke excitedly, the other listened quietly, and they never let go of their hands.

Wang Cheng,

I am in the vast sea of ​​people, crossing the mountains, wading through the confluence of rivers, and walking through the green fields and forests, just to meet you.

I want to tell you that I love you,

So, please give me a better ending this time.

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