contract residual love

Crazy heart, I don't know who pushed each other away first, the two looked at each other and smiled, it was so bitter, so bitter that it was indescribable.

Feng suddenly smiled, and threw himself into Han Zheming's arms with a smile, crying.Han Zheming hugged Feng tightly, this hug is the closest and also the most inseparable after two years of separation.

Kissing again, the two carefully touched each other's lips, tongue, every inch of skin.

They are so in love, they are so desperate, but their hearts cannot be separated.Their love has never been forced, their love is pure as snow, crystal clear but bitterly cold.

They are intertwined, inseparable.After a joy, the two felt like a long time ago, Feng snuggled into Han Zheming's arms, stroking his cheek, Han Zheming smiled like sunshine, but the two could no longer get close.

Han Zheming hugged the wind, and the two leaned against the bathtub.Han Zheming feels the warmth of the wind, but the wind feels the sobriety and reality brought by the flow of water.

He rushed out of the bathroom as if fleeing from the wind, leaving Han Zheming in a daze.

Feng put on his clothes, looked at himself in the mirror, as if he saw Zhe Ye's aggrieved expression, and left angrily, what remained tightly in his body was Han Zhe Ming's tenderness.

Feng didn't know where to go, he was idling all the way, a person appeared in his mind, Feng knew who could help him at this moment, Zhe Zhe, that woman's name instantly appeared in his mind.

This is not the first time that the hospital wind has come, but looking at Zhe Zhe who is covered with bandages, Feng feels uncomfortable for some reason.

Zhezhe's eyes were in a trance, he moved his hand, Feng stretched out his hand to follow, Zhezhe said in a low voice; "It's all started!"

Feng didn't understand why he looked at Zhe Zhe. The woman who used to be a high-spirited woman is now extremely bleak. What does this sentence mean that everything has begun?

Zhezhe smiled wryly, "Feng, leave this city and go to a place that no one knows!"

"Zhe Zhe, what do you know!"

Zhezhe looked at Feng with a forbidding expression at this time, and thought twice, "Feng, is Zheye still alive?"

Feng's complexion changed drastically, and he wanted to speak a few times, but lowered his eyes and nodded slightly.Feng couldn't face Zheye's death, and couldn't forgive the absurd thing he had just done with Han Zheming.

"Conspiracy! The big conspiracy has begun! You go!"

Feng looked at Zhe Zhe who was weeping silently in surprise, "What do you know?"

Zhezhe turned his head to look at the wind, and grinned a bit of a weird joke, "I'm about to die, and I will die sooner. You'd better leave America and not come back!"

Thinking of a person, Feng couldn't help calling out "Uncle He!"

Zhezhe's pupils dilated in an instant, and Feng saw the scene in his eyes, and he couldn't help being secretly surprised, what kind of conspiracy was this, Zhezhe's business, could it be Uncle He, no, no, Zhezhe Not with Uncle He...!

"Didn't you already guess?"

Feng looked at Zhezhe's joke, it was Feng's most genuine smile when he saw Zhezhe, without any concealment or perfunctory.

"Are you OK!"

Zhe Zhe smiled gently, "Give me a cigarette!" Feng took out a cigarette and lit it for Zhe Zhe, "Sister Zhe Zhe, thank you for taking care of me over the years!"

Zhezhe took a few puffs of cigarettes in succession, and watched Feng sitting by the bed, "I just follow orders, there is nothing to thank! But if you don't leave, I'm not the only one who has something to do!"

Chapter 8抉择逃离[本章字数：2131最新更新时间：2014-03-0200:51:00.0]

Feng didn't know how to leave the hospital. When his mind was in a trance and a mess, he was so depressed that he was about to collapse.

Ling and Long looked at Feng who came back, Feng had been sitting by the French windows on the second floor, looked at the roses flying outside with the wind, turned around and watched Ling hugging Long, he tried his best to smile, "Master Ling, you Thank you brother! I'm fine!"

"Feng...!" Long wanted to comfort Feng with concern, but he didn't know how to comfort Feng's broken heart. Ling hugged Long tightly, "Long, believe in Feng!"

Ling turned around and looked back at Feng. In the past five years, this was the second time that Feng called him young master. He knew what Feng must know?He must be very helpless at this moment.However, I have no right to help him, all of this may be related to Uncle He, what exactly does Uncle He want to do?Ling didn't know, but now he knew in his heart that all this had something to do with him.

"Ling, what's wrong with us!" Long snuggled into Ling Qiang's arms, looking helpless and confused. He thought that Feng could protect himself and not get hurt anymore, but everything that happened recently was unreal, Feng shouldn't be hurt so much.

Ling flicked off the soot on his fingertips, and kissed Shanglong's lips with incomparable tenderness and incomparable bewilderment, but he set off himself even more charmingly, "Dragon, everything will go away!"

Long nodded slightly, got up and left Ling's arms, and walked to the bathroom.

Letting the water in the bathroom slap on his body, intermittent things popped up in his mind from time to time, Long pulled his hair tightly, turned off the faucet, looked at Ling who was standing at the door at some time, Long forced a smile.

Ling picked up a bath towel to help the dragon, wiped the water drops, approached the dragon slightly, and whispered, "Long, I don't know when we will be freed from the shackles, but I have had enough of the feeling of being out of control!"

Long let Ling embrace, cling to Ling, grabbed Ling's hand, and put it on his chest, "My heart beats with you!"

"Long" Ling was so excited at this moment that he couldn't say anything, only tightly intertwined with the dragon.

The butler prepared the meals and looked at the wind. He stood there without moving a bit and looked out the already dark window. The butler hesitated and walked over, "Feng? Son, it's okay! Don't live in the memory so silently!"

"Father, me? I'm thinking about what life should be like!"

"Yeah, I never did my father's duty, I was just a housekeeper!"

"But you gave me an identity!"

"That was just an order, I have never fulfilled my father's responsibility!" The butler rarely revealed his deepest thoughts, "But I am like this...!"

Feng smiled slightly, turned around and looked at the housekeeper, "Aren't you worried about me? I'm fine, father!"

The housekeeper nodded with a smile, watched Feng sit at the dining table, turned around and walked up the stairs, and smiled bitterly in his heart, "A sensible child is always easy to move, and easy to be touched by his tenderness!"

A quiet dinner, but the hearts of the three are not quiet, too many events, too many secrets, conspiracy, depression, like the three who cannot escape their fate, raise their glasses to drink after-dinner wine!

Feng put down his wine glass, looked at Ling and Long, and shouted, "Master Ling, brother, I want to leave here!"

"Feng, why? You came back only after leaving you!" Long didn't know why he felt so uneasy.

Ling grabbed Long's hand, feeling that he couldn't control everything, Ling couldn't help frowning, "Feng, isn't everything over?"

"Ling, has Rare really passed? I think you should have guessed that a conspiracy that we don't know has already surrounded us tightly! For this reason, we must choose and do something!"

Ling felt something about Feng's words, "I thought about it, but leaving can't change it at all!"

"Feng, I believe the three of us can get through this difficult time!" Long's cold face could not help showing a bit of anxiety.

Feng sighed, "My choice has already been made!" Feng looked at Ling, the person he once respected, the person he loved but was afraid of, "Master Ling, take good care of my brother, please!"

The wind alone in the room, looking at the very familiar room, the white roses blooming on the balcony, seemed to see Tetsuya's smiling face, the corners of his eyes bent from smiling, and said "Feng, it is about to bloom, when it blooms, I will Cut it off, will you be angry!"

"No...!" Feng said eagerly, but the person in front of him disappeared, only the bright flowers in full bloom, Feng picked up the scissors and cut off one by one, the thorns that thorn like flesh, Feng just watched like this , Zhe Ye was pierced by thorns, and Zhe Ye was holding his hands in anger again, and the flowers in his hands were scattered on the ground, leaving only bare thorns.

Feng closed his eyes, he didn't know if he fell in love with Zhe Ye, he cried silently for his love, "Zhe Ye, Zhe Ye, Han Zheming, Han Zheming!" Zhe Ming, Feng raised his head and smiled wryly, unwilling to believe that he still loves Han Zheming, "Zhe Ye, I'm sorry!"

Han Zheming looked out of the window, and an annoying nagging sound came from behind him, "Master, I want to take revenge for Heizi!"

"Playing on Sel Road, that one won't die, he didn't obey the order, he will die if he dies!"

Han Zheming's subordinates opened their eyes wide in disbelief, and shouted, "How is it possible? It must be a conspiracy!"

"Whose conspiracy!" Han Zheming turned around and glared at his subordinates with an angry face, "He is the person I have played with all the time. If he doesn't obey orders, should I still disobey the rules?"

"Subordinates, don't dare!" Searle's face turned a bit more like that of Ka Leng, "But I can't avenge my friends, I'm not reconciled!"

"Then you will leave the organization, what you want to do has nothing to do with us!"

"Young master, you will regret it!" After saying that, Searle left angrily, and closed the door fiercely.

Han Zheming sat down on the sofa, feeling the cold air. Heizi has become the backbone of the deployment in the United States in recent years, but Han Zheming can't hurt the wind, but Han Zheming doesn't know what to do, and he doesn't know either. How to protect from the wind.

Han Zheming closed his eyes, thinking of the tenderness with Feng this time, thinking of Feng's resolute departure, he knew that Feng was in exile, and he couldn't let Feng exile their love and hatred.

Han Zheming picked up his clothes and wanted to leave, but he didn't