contract residual love

Chapter 22

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Feng stands by the window and looks at the city. Busy people are always intertwined together, passing by, meeting, laughing, cursing, turning around and looking into the room, where there is a peaceful person lying There was no sound and no expression. If it wasn't for the slight ups and downs in the chest of the lying person, he would definitely think it was a dead person. Feng walked over and gently stroked the pale face.

Three months later, "Zheming, Han Zheming, please wake up quickly and put on the ring for me." Feng held Han Zheming's hand and silently shed tears. In fact, Feng himself didn't know how many times he had said such words , but the man who brought someone to rush to him when he was about to despair didn't hug him again, and he didn't show any expression to him

The people next to him looked at the wind, and they didn't understand what they were tied to, so that the buddy who was so determined to quit the Communist Party suddenly contacted him and rushed to the United States to save him, but his buddy could only lie on the bed, maybe He can never open his eyes, and the boy next to his bed would hug him and cry every day, talking about the sweetness of their past and the bitterness in his heart.

"Don't be like this anymore, the doctor said he has lost consciousness" The man next to him looked at the wind numbly

"Heizi, he must be able to hear my voice. He said that my voice can warm him with sadness and happiness, but he has warmed my empty soul, so if I want to exchange his heart, it will be fine."

Heizi looked at Feng, like a doll without a soul, but he would check the ring on the necklace as soon as he woke up every day. He only found out later that it was given to him by his brother, but his brother said before he acted that he would Let him be free, but I hate Feng. If it weren't for him, why would my brother lie on the bed and think of a puppet, but how can I hate him every day seeing Feng love Han Zheming so deeply?

Feng's tears dripped on Han Zheming's fingers, Han Zheming frowned slightly, stretched his fingers slightly, Feng suddenly looked at Han Zheming in surprise

"Han Zheming, are you awake? Han Zheming, wake up!" Feng called out twice

The wind shook Han Zheming crazily. Heizi didn't know what was wrong with the wind, but seeing the wind coming over, he twisted the wind to the gate, opened the door, and pushed the wind outside. Heizi grabbed his hand and shouted, "What are you doing, he will die like this?"

Feng Fan grabbed Heizi's hand and looked at him nervously, "Han Zheming, he moved his hand just now, he must be waking up, let me go over, okay?"

Heizi just raised his right hand, wanting to wake up Feng, but seeing Feng's emaciated face covered with tears and earnestness, he couldn't do it.

Heizi sighed and shook his head in disbelief, "No, no, you can see clearly,, take a good look,,,," but saw Han Zheming open his eyes, and let go of his hand in shock

Feng ran over, hugged Han Zheming, and smiled until he shed tears, but Han Zheming didn't move at all, but Feng didn't notice it at all, and said happily, "Han Zheming, you finally woke up"

Han Zheming remained motionless like a puppet, expressionless, looking around blankly, Heizi immediately found out that something was wrong with Han Zheming, Heizi walked over to Feng and said, "He must drink water when he wakes up." Feng let go immediately Han Zheming's hand to pour water

Han Zheming looked at Heizi and asked reluctantly, "Heizi, where am I?" Feng Dashui's hands froze, and he walked over to the bed with a teacup and said, "I'm thirsty, let's have a drink."

Han Zheming took the water, drank it, looked at the wind in front of him, what should I do, the fact that my legs and feet can no longer move, how to tell the wind.Feng asked with a gentle smile, "I'll cook for you." Han Zheming nodded.Feng Yixiao immediately ran to the kitchen.

Heizi looked at Han Zheming, and Han Zheming gave a wry smile, "Heizi, help me up." Han Zheming struggling on the ground.Han Zheming nervously looked at the busy Feng in the kitchen, "Heizi, help me up quickly. Don't let him know."

Heizi watched Han Zheming pick him up and put him on the bed. Han Zheming wanted to say something and watched the wind come out, so he kept silent!Feng Zhanyan smiled, "Wait for me to go and buy some vegetables in the supermarket, but there is nothing in the kitchen!" "Okay, I'll wait for you!" Han Zheming replied with a smile.

Seeing the wind of leaving, Heizi glanced at Han Zheming and sat down casually, "Han Zheming, how long are you going to hide from him!" Han Zheming looked at Heizi and said word by word: "After today, we will leave!" Heizi turned his head Looking at Han Zheming, Han Zheming smiled.At this moment, Heizi suddenly began to pity Feng, that infatuated fool!

Feng came back from grocery shopping and saw Han Zheming sitting on the chair. Feng Yixiao walked into the kitchen and looked at the vegetables in his hands, suddenly not knowing what to do.Feng hurriedly prepared a table of meals, and Heizi looked at Feng with a blissful expression on his face.After dinner, Heizi hugged him while the wind was washing the dishes

Han Zheming sent it to the bed, leaned over and whispered, "I've made a decision, I don't regret it!" Han Zheming nodded and remained silent.

Ling walked into the basement and looked at a man who was chained, opened the iron door and looked at the puppet-like human dragon in front of him. "I'm here to see you, are you happy, Dragon?!" Ling stretched out his hand to caress his thin face, Long looked up at Ling biting Ling's hand with hatred, Ling frowned, and let Ling bite but said "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't let you escape from here!" Ling pushed the dragon down, blood dripped down!Ling looked at Long with a smile.

Chapter 27撕裂的爱[本章字数：2046最新更新时间：2014-03-0717:58:50.0]

"Kill me, hurry up!" the dragon roared with a shrill voice like a beast.Ling Hanxiao looked at his beloved, and asked, "I'm reluctant to kill you, do you understand?"

Leaning against the corner of the wall, Long curled up his body and laughed, laughing so hurtfully, like a wounded cheetah, muttering in his mouth: "Understood, I can't understand your cruelty anymore, you devil!"

Ling Dingding looked at the unfamiliar dragon for a moment, as if he was about to disappear in front of him, he quickly climbed over, hugged the dragon tightly, and whispered, "Don't leave me, leave me. I will die!" Ling stroked the dragon tremblingly. With a stiff smile on his face, the dragon asked: "Will you die? Everyone in the world will die, but you won't. You are a devil, a heartless devil. You only have You yourself! You can't understand how my heart feels, you don't understand, how my heart feels, don't you know that my heart is broken, it's you, it's you, it's you, take my heart, Tearing again and again, ignoring my feelings again and again, I am a human being, not your tool, not your doll, not your discarded and regrettable toy!..."

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Ling slapped Long on the face angrily, and looked at Long with a smile, distorted and furious, "You are not my doll, you are not a tool, you are my lover, an uncontrollable lover!" Long turned his head and sneered: " Not a tool, but a lover, how do you love me, let me lose everything, and become your vent? I will not forgive you!",

Ling felt that everything was out of control, and everything would be lost. His crazy and tyrannical nature was exposed, ruthlessly invading, and he vowed in his heart to protect the man.There were bloodstains on the dragon's body. At this moment, the love, the inseparable love, was like a sharp knife, disturbing the mind, the pain and pleasure in the body became meager, and only the feeling of vomiting struck.

Ling grabbed Long's hair, like a hungry wolf, kissed and hugged frantically, without mercy.Blood flowed from the leg sword, the dragon's eyes were floating, his body was getting more and more painful, his reason also calmed down, his body was numb and aching, Ling Zai could do whatever he wanted in his body but he could only bear it helplessly, the dragon's eyes turned hard , looked up at the weak light, smiled sternly, and bit his tongue.

Ling grabbed the dragon's neck tightly, "I won't allow it. If you die, you won't die. I'm a devil, and you forced me to!"

Feng woke up early in the morning, rubbed his eyes, showed a satisfied smile, opened the door and looked at the empty room, flustered. "What happened, Han Zheming, where did Han Zheming go!" Feng sat on the side in a daze, not knowing what to do.The empty room frightened him.

"If you don't leave anything behind, you really don't want to go back to the sea!" Heizi asked Han Zheming who was on the wheelchair.Han Zheming looked at Heizi, nodded and said nothing.Although people don't know that Han Zheming is very worried about Feng now, but he has to leave. He can't be a burden to Feng, let alone be the cause of Feng's death.After all, he is the only child of the real gangster organization, he must go back, only in this way can Feng have a way to survive, and Feng can be free.

Feng suddenly rushed out of the house recklessly, looking numbly at the familiar street, Feng didn't know where to go.Just running all the way and shouting Han Zheming's name, passers-by on the side of the road looked at the figure passing by and saw the crying wind, and couldn't help whispering to each other.

Tired of running, Feng looked at the stopped taxi, ran over quickly, and said, "Go to the airport! Hurry up!" The driver glanced at Feng, "Sir, which airport!" Feng shouted in pain, "The nearest airport!"

At the airport, Han Zheming felt very uneasy for some reason, and shouted: "Heizi, it's almost time, let's go!" But Heizi hesitated, he was afraid that Han Zheming would regret it, and he was also worried about Feng, he had never seen someone who could love someone so much , I have never seen so much love and firmness in anyone's eyes.

Heizi pushed Han Zheming and finally left the airport, and the wind ran into the airport.