Love you, never separate

Holding a picture in his hand, he looked over and over again.

Zhou Li grabs Wei Zhuang's collar and pulls it forward. Because Zhou Li is sitting, he can only look at Wei Zhuang head-on. He looks at Wei Zhuang with his teeth clenched. "Do you take my things?"

Wei Zhuang was grabbed by Zhou Li's collar, but he didn't panic at all. He even had a decent smile on his face. It seemed that Zhou Li was impolite at this time. Zhou Li looked at his expression and wanted to tear the man's disguise.

"Well, you're not right. I picked it up in the garbage under the company. I specially picked it up and gave it back to you. Don't you say thank you to me?" Wei Zhuang took the photo between his two fingers and sent it to Zhou Li.

Zhou Li looks at Wei Zhuang suspiciously. The expression on his face is impeccable. He can't see any flaw, but he can't simply give it back to him. He must have a back hand.

"Oh, by the way, I remember, I also found a very interesting thing in the garbage, eh... How to say? I saw it. It was... Exciting? Tut, don't say it first. It's no fun if you say too much, isn't it? "

Zhou Li didn't care what Wei Zhuang said. In his memory, there was nothing that could be grasped. He was very careful in everything he did. He reached out and grabbed the photo from Wei Zhuang. He was not allowed to take care of him. He turned and left.

"Don't you get in the car?" Wei Zhuang opens his mouth.

"Who the hell got in your car?" Zhou Li was angry.

"Oh, I just told Xiao Zhang today that he doesn't have to pick you up in the future. I will be responsible for your transportation. If you really don't want to take my car, you have to roll your wheelchair to the company." Wei Zhuang touched his chin and looked at Zhou Li's legs. "Tut, you two legs... I'm afraid you can't even step on the accelerator and brake now?"

Zhou Li's hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair was tight, and his forehead was blue. Wei Zhuang just came to disgust him, extremely disgusting.

Wei Zhuang got out of the car, pushed Zhou Li's wheelchair to the co pilot, opened the door and was ready to carry him in.

Zhou Li shook off his hand, patted the shoulder he touched with disgust, opened the door of the back seat, and sat up with difficulty.

Wei Zhuang shook his head and shrugged his shoulders helplessly, with layers of ice in his eyes.

He took the wheelchair to the trunk and started the engine to drive to the company.

"Go to Furong street first." Zhou Li finally said his first words.

"What are you doing there?" Wei Zhuang asked casually.

Zhou Li didn't answer. He just looked out of the window quietly. The car soon drove to Furong street. It's early in the morning. Many shops just opened, but there aren't many customers. Zhou Li went into a shop specializing in egg yolk souffles and bought some egg yolk souffles. He Qing likes to eat this egg yolk Souffle best, but usually he has to wait in a long line if he doesn't come early, So I haven't eaten it several times.

When he was waiting for a break, he went to a nearby porridge shop with a hundred year old name to pack a porridge. As long as he thought about He Qing, he could not stop his mouth rising.

Wei Zhuang followed Zhou Li silently, looking at Zhou Li with a bright smile and porridge. His face became more and more gloomy. Did Zhou Li come to buy rice for he Qing?

Zhou Li and Wei Zhuang are sitting in the same car. This space is absolutely silent. No one will say a word more.

Wei Zhuang has been looking at Zhou Li through the rearview mirror. Zhou Li is still smiling. It's different from Zhou Li, who always knew he was angry. It's also different from Zhou Li, who had a brilliant smile on his face when he was in high school. Zhou Li's smile now is the kind of smile with tender and affectionate.

He holds the steering wheel tightly, he Qing, he Qing again, he Qing everywhere! Can Zhou Li die without He Qing?

He was burning in his heart. Suddenly, his eyes were frozen. What was on Zhou Li's neck? He squinted at it for a while. It was a kiss mark. You don't need to know who left it.

"It's not good for Mr. Zhou to indulge in gentleness every day. It's easy to suffer from kidney deficiency." He glanced at Zhou Li's face as if unintentionally, with a slight irony in his tone.

"I don't need you to worry about my business. If you eat too much, you can take a walk to avoid indigestion."

Wei Zhuang's hand on the steering wheel was unstable, and the car floated violently. There was a sound of horn behind.

Zhou Li almost fell down when he was just thrown. He grabbed the handrail on the top and his face was a little pale. "You don't have to take me with you if you want to die?"

"I'd like to die with you..." Wei Zhuang gave a slight smile. The laughter was creepy. He looked at Zhou Li in the rearview mirror, and his eyes were still fixed on the marks on his neck. There was a surge in his eyes.

Wei Zhuang stops his car on the roadside of Zhou Li's house downstairs, gets out of the car and takes off his wheelchair. He watches Zhou Li move down with difficulty, and then prepares to follow Zhou Li into the building.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Li felt that Wei Zhuang had been following him. He turned his head and asked defensively.

"I'm going to meet my old friend, so to speak. After all, I watched him for you for more than half a month." Wei Zhuang smiles and goes up the elevator with Zhou Li.

"I'm sorry, no one treats you as an old friend." Zhou Li is cool.

"Then I'll see my sister-in-law." Being stabbed by Zhou Li, Wei Zhuang was not in a hurry. He immediately changed his tongue.

"Who's your brother, you call your sister-in-law? Are you sick? " Zhou Li sneered, and his tone was full of satire.

Wei Zhuang was used to Zhou Li's sarcasm. He shrugged and stopped talking.

Zhou Li was very quiet when he entered the door. He gently pushed the door open. Then he took a bunch of keys from the shoe rack at the entrance and went straight to the bedroom door to gently open the door.

"Oh, why do you lock your sister-in-law in the house? Why are you afraid that she will run away?" Wei Zhuang's tone behind Zhou Li is three points of ridicule and seven points of satire.

Zhou Li looked back at him, put his index finger on his lips, made a "Shh" gesture, and said softly, "you wait outside, don't follow in."

Wei Zhuang is not so obedient. He ignores Zhou Li's words and goes into the bedroom with Zhou Li. As soon as he enters the door, the first thing he sees is not the person lying on the bed, but the photos pasted in most of the room. They are all he Qing's

His fist hanging over his side tightened again, and his eyes shot at He Qing, who was sleeping with his back to them. His eyes were full of gloom.

Zhou Li put the egg yolk cake and porridge on the table, set a time for the alarm clock at the head of the bed, then went around to He Qing, rubbed his face gently for a while, pecked his lips, and was ready to go.

Maybe Wei Zhuang's eyes were too piercing just now, and he Qing woke up. He felt someone nearby, squinted and called: "brother Li?"