Correct posture of masochism [system]

Zhang Shi never married a wife or had any children in his life, and only had Jiang Yu as his companion. When he grows old, he will not even have a suitable heir for his huge family business.

The family had a lot of discussions, and secretly made various calculations, and everyone was planning for themselves.

Jiang Yu accidentally heard that the older generation asked Zhang Shi to find a woman to be a surrogate. He waited for a few days but did not get Zhang Shi's attitude.

Have a good night.smooth.shower.Lihou Jiangyu lay on the bed with his hands and feet spread wide, "Aren't you going to have a baby?"

Zhang Shi, who was lying on Jiang Yu's back, turned him over, touched his flat stomach, and scraped the sweat with his fingers, "No."

Zhang Shi spoke quickly and with certainty, without giving anyone the slightest chance to doubt, Jiang Yu didn't react for a moment.

He kicked with his feet, "Are you still coming?"

Zhang Shi didn't speak, sweat.wet boobs.The chamber was pressed up and entangled with Jiang Yu face to face.Get up.

The days passed quickly, and when Jiang Yu couldn't count the number of autumns he had spent, he was still in this world.

Zhang Shi's wishes were not in Vanity Fair from the beginning to the end, but he still brought the Zhang family to a peak that had never been reached.

His achievement is called a legend by the business world, even Jiang Yu, who accompanied him all the way, did not expect it.

Zhang Shi had brought Jiang Yu into the company a few years ago, so it was Jiang Yu who watched how his career flourished.

When Zhang Shi was 31 years old, he received a call, and he took Jiang Yu to City H.

When Jiang Yu stood in front of the tombstone and saw the person in the photo, he was a little surprised that it was Yang Gang who hadn't heard from him for a long time.

Yang Gang was married once and divorced. He lived alone all these years and died in his own home. The cancer had rotted away when he was discovered. Maybe he was still expecting to be forgiven by Zhang Shi at the moment before his death.

Zhang Shi was silent, Jiang Yu didn't speak, the two stood in front of Yang Gang's grave for a long time before leaving.

On the way back, the two of them still didn't communicate with each other until Jiang Yu said to find a place to eat, which broke the silence.

"He shouldn't have treated you that way." Zhang Shi's voice was indifferent, "I won't forgive him."

That person was rescued by him from the fists of some street gangsters by chance, and he has been following him ever since.

People are not grass and trees. During the period of his betrayal, only the loyalty of that person has not changed, so he values ​​it very much. If one day the other party stabs him for some reason, he may be able to forgive him. The worst thing is Putting those around him in danger.

After many years, Jiang Yu heard Zhang Shi mention that incident for the first time, and just as he was about to say something, he found that the breath on the other party was not right.

"calm down."

Jiang Yu reached into Zhang Shi's trousers pocket, took out a small bottle, and poured two pills for him.

Zhang Shi stared deeply at Jiang Yu for a long time.

In the crowd, Jiang Yu's footsteps suddenly stopped, the little girl from back then had grown into a mature person, those innocence had been obliterated by life, and what remained between her brows and eyes was a vague feeling.

The woman led the little boy to this side, holding a mobile phone in her hand, she was on the phone with someone, passed by Jiang Yu, and gradually walked away.

Jiang Yu stood there for a moment, frowning, as if he had just realized that he was getting old.

Zhang Shi next to him saw him staring blankly at a woman, his eyes immediately sank, "Do you know her?"

"The one just now was Wang Qi." Jiang Yu took his hand reassuringly, with a look of emotion, "We were able to escape smoothly back then, and she contributed a lot."

Zhang Shi didn't know if he heard it, but his eyes were all on the hand that took the initiative to hold him, and he held it back expressionlessly.

After the age of 40, Jiang Yu's health became worse day by day, and he weakened at a terrible speed, and he didn't even have time to prepare for him.

Obviously the one who was sick was Jiang Yu, but Zhang Shi looked more serious than him. His face was thin and frighteningly thin, his eyes were full of evil spirits, and his clothes became more and more empty.

Everyone sees it with complicated emotions.

Jiang Yu suddenly fainted more times, and the time to wake up was getting slower and slower. Zhang Shi handed over all the company affairs to his subordinates and stayed at home to guard Jiang Yu every day.

Half a year after Jiang Yu fell ill, Zhang Shi was already so skinny that he didn't look like a human being, and his eyes were covered with horror. As long as anyone accidentally mentioned the word "death", he would go crazy and smash things.

Once Jiang Yu joked, "I'm not dead yet."

Zhang Shi stared at Jiang Yu, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his distorted rage made him accidentally slap Jiang Yu.

After the beating, he slapped himself several times, and knocked his head against the wall vigorously.

Seeing the blood on the wall, Jiang Yu was terrified, and he never joked again, he knew that the man couldn't bear any stimulation.

But God will not let you do so.

Although Zhang Shi spent a lot of money and manpower to give Jiang Yu the best treatment, the effect was far from satisfactory.

Compared with unfeeling, no one can compare with fate.

Zhang Shi began to become nervous, and often touched Jiang Yu's arms and legs, as if to make sure of something.

Sometimes he would wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, holding Jiang Yu in his arms, counting the protruding spine on his back in a daze.

There were many signs of Jiang Yu's drowsiness, so Zhang Shi watched him all night until dawn.

The long-term tension and panic caused Zhang Shi's temper to become more and more bad. When he stared at him, he could scare people into a cold sweat. Only when he was in front of Jiang Yu, he barely looked like a human being.

The calendar on the wall turned page after page, Zhong Bo and the others sighed more and more, and the atmosphere at home weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Some things are still coming.

The weather after the rain is a little less dry and hot, and the breeze is blowing, which is a little refreshing.

Zhang Shi sat on a chair in the garden with Jiang Yu in his arms, and looked at the clouds in the sky with his arms around him.

"The company went bankrupt?" Jiang Yu lazily held his neck and breathed, this person used to go to the study, but now he doesn't ask anything.

Zhang Shi didn't speak, his fingers slowly combed the hair on the back of Jiang Yu's neck.

"I planted a rose garden before." Jiang Yu looked at the blooming hibiscus flowers not far away, and said to himself, "I gave it to someone, and I don't know if he has taken care of the garden well."

Zhang Shi didn't hear what Jiang Yu said, he lowered his head and looked into those eyes that were no longer bright and scorching, "Do you like me at all?"

"If not, I would have thrown away that ring a long time ago." Jiang Yu raised the corners of his lips, showing a clear smile, with a unique taste, "You are my life..."

After waiting for a few seconds but not getting what he wanted, Zhang Shi couldn't bear to ask Jiang Yu, "What?"

Under Zhang Shi's expectant gaze, Jiang Yu slowly said an unfamiliar word, "Love."

After he finished speaking, he chewed it several times and felt that there was no other word more suitable than this one.

In this life, his life is full of this man's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys, and the promise of the next life cannot even be given to him.

The answer did not disappoint him, Zhang Shi pursed his lips slightly, and held Jiang Yu's hand even tighter.

Hearing the crisp voice in his head, reminding him that it's time to go, Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, too many things poured out.

"When I die, you have to take your medicine on time and don't let other people know about your condition."

"Bo Zhong and the others are old, don't drag your anger on innocent people."

"If you want to keep the things on the second layer of the drawer, keep them, and burn them if you don't want to see them again."

"Don't bury that ring in the ground with me."

"Forget about me in the future."

Jiang Yu wanted to say something more, mouth.His lips were blocked, he squinted his eyes to look at the man who had been with him for the longest time, and there was a faint sigh between his tightly intertwined lips and teeth.

The sun was just right, and Jiang Yu's pupils became dizzy. He rested his head on Zhang Shi's lap, and said in a very soft tired voice, "I'm a little tired..."

"Then go to sleep." Zhang Shi bent down.Kissing his sunken cheek, "I'm with you."

That afternoon, Jiang Yu left.

Zhang Shi carried Jiang Yu up the stairs with a calm expression, not forgetting to order Uncle Zhong to bring up Jiang Yu's favorite black tea.

The third young master is crazy.

Everyone raised their hearts to their throats, fearing the coming storm.

On the first day after Jiang Yu's death, Zhang Shi went to the company. He looked the same as usual, except that he was haggard due to poor sleep, and there was no other change.

On the second day after Jiang Yu's death, Zhang Shi brewed a pot of tea and sat on the sofa where Jiang Yu often sat, sitting for a day and a night.

On the third day after Jiang Yu's death, Zhang Shi had reached his limit, and his screams of collapse made everyone who heard him panic.

No matter how much success you have achieved, when facing death, you still have no choice but to accept it.

Zhang Shi locked himself in the room without eating or drinking. No one knew what he was doing with a dead body.

Seeing that another day has passed, when the descendants pass by the stairs, they will speed up and leave. There is a dead person in the house, and there is a lunatic who is a hundred times more terrifying than the dead. Anyone would be afraid.

Zhong Bo stood outside the door. At the age of 81, he thought he had seen everything, but in the end he underestimated the position of that person in the heart of the third young master.

"Third Young Master, Mr. Jiang's funeral has been arranged."

In this weather, that person's body may have...

There was a loud noise in the room, accompanied by a choked roar, "Get out!"

Uncle Zhong sighed, hunched over and wiped his eyes, for some reason, he remembered a sentence he had heard in his early years.

Everyone has their own robbery, and Mr. Jiang is the third young master's robbery, and he cannot escape.

The thick curtains rejected the sunlight that tried to penetrate, the room was dark, and the air smelled bad.

All the expensive furniture was smashed to pieces, only the bed was clean, including the two people lying together.

"I made a bet, I bet you will accompany me for the rest of my life." Zhang Shifu.Touching the stiff person in his arms, he said hoarsely, "But I lost the bet."

People who have lost their breath for a long time can't give any response.

"You know I can't do without you, and even left me behind." Zhang Shi growled, with anger, despair, and pampering in his red eyes, "I can only find you by myself."

Zhang Shi clenched Jiang Yu's icy hands tightly, pressed his lips against his hair, and pointed the gun at his temple.

Zhong Bo downstairs heard a gunshot, his body shook, trembling hands to support the table, tears blurred his eyes.