Chapter 119 (Part 2)

Since Shen Zhi returned to a simple life, his quality of life has improved significantly.

They are not really separated. The couple just got married not long ago, so it is inappropriate for them to sleep in separate rooms.

Shen Zhi really likes the feeling of chatting with Song Hengyang under the quilt every night before going to bed. It gives him a warm and happy feeling.

After living like this for almost half a month, without Shen Zhi taking the initiative and Song Hengyang mentioning it, Shen Zhi became more and more convinced that Song Hengyang was the follower of Plato as mentioned by Mother Sheng.

So he's usually so slow, probably because he doesn't like it?

Thinking of this, Shen Zhi understood everything. He liked Song Hengyang, so naturally he was willing to adapt to the way Song Hengyang liked.

Even if he had to spend the rest of his life without any desires, Shen Zhi would be content with it.

"Why are you dressed like this?" Shen Zhi has had a cold recently and has been working at home.

She was wearing a light beige home outfit, with her bright golden hair tied up in a small bun at the back, and her fine hair falling on her cheeks like jade, looking gentle and kind.

Shen Zhi put the notebook on his lap on the coffee table, stood up in his cotton slippers, poured a cup of warm water for Song Hengyang and handed it to him.

Song Hengyang's cold white skin was stained with red, his eyes were a little dazed, his breath was filled with the intoxicating aroma of wine, and his body was swaying and he couldn't stand steadily.

Song Hengyang's fingers were very long, with a bluish-white jade color. When they were stretched towards Shen Zhi, they looked like a finely crafted work of art.

Shen Zhi put the cup into Song Hengyang's palm, pulled him to sit down, and measured the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand.

I don't have a fever, I just drank too much.

Shen Zhi leaned over and touched Song Hengyang's face, and asked worriedly, "Why did you drink so much?"

Shen Zhi's slender, white and thin collarbone was covered by a thin and smooth collar. Song Hengyang blinked his confused eyes, his sight was captured by the skin that exuded a cold fragrance and was lost in the depths of the collar.

Song Hengyang tilted his head and felt a little hot in his ears.

"Drink some water," Shen Zhi urged, holding Song Hengyang's wrist and lifting it up.

Song Hengyang lowered his long eyelashes, his wrist was held up by a warm palm, the quilt in his hand was pressed against his lips, Song Hengyang's eyelashes trembled slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, and he anxiously swallowed the warm water in the cup.

Shen Zhi frowned, feeling that Song Hengyang was acting weird today.

Shen Zhi used his fingertips to wipe away the water stains at the corners of Song Hengyang's mouth, and his amber eyes turned into sticky maple syrup frosting, flowing out, making people's tongue tip sweet.

"What's wrong? Didn't you close the deal?" Shen Zhi looked at Song Hengyang's expression, his eyes gradually falling on Song Hengyang's slightly open suit shirt, the white collar of which was decorated with a dark green ribbon.

The ribbon hung smoothly below Song Hengyang's sexy Adam's apple, inexplicably reminding Shen Zhi of the gentlemanly style of the old-school dissolute duke in black-and-white movies.

Song Hengyang rarely wore such an overly frivolous suit, but Shen Zhi had to admit that Song Hengyang was very charming and had a magical power that could make people fall in love with him.

"It's settled," Song Hengyang explained, "I was so happy that I drank too much."

Shen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, at least everything was alright.

Song Hengyang tugged at his collar with his bony fingers, revealing a large area of ​​naked skin that gleamed with a cold white light under the incandescent light.

Shen Zhi couldn't help but crush Song Hengyang's flesh, and thin red marks appeared on his cold jade-like chest muscles. Shen Zhi's fingertips felt the deep ups and downs of Song Hengyang's chest.

An unbearable groan passed by Shen Zhi's ears.

Shen Zhi suddenly came back to his senses, raised his eyes to look at Song Hengyang's eyes which were gradually turning red and moist, coughed twice out of embarrassment, and let go of his hand.

Shen Zhi secretly blamed himself for having a head full of yellow garbage. He couldn't help but pounce on Song Hengyang when he saw him. They agreed to be Plato together, so why did he always want to cross the line and become a traitor?

Knowing that Song Hengyang doesn't like it, I always force it. How can the marriage last?

Shen Zhi immediately pulled up Song Hengyang's overly revealing collar and shook off the messy thoughts in his head.

Song Hengyang held Shen Zhi's hand without knowing why. His voice was a little soft due to the smell of alcohol. He pointed at the clothes he was wearing and asked, "The secretary matched them for me. Do they look good?"

It looks good, of course it looks good, so good that Shen Zhi almost couldn't control himself.

Shen Zhi felt that Song Hengyang was younger than him and always loved to coax him. He touched his slightly cool hair and smiled: "Yangyang looks good in anything he wears."

"I'll make you a bowl of sobering soup." Shen Zhi filled the cup with water, asked Song Hengyang to drink it first, and went to the kitchen.

Song Hengyang tilted his head and tried to keep his unclear eyes open to look at Shen Zhi's busy back in the kitchen, then lowered his head to look at his suit which was stretched so tightly that not a single piece of skin was visible.

Pursed his lips dejectedly.

It's deceptive and not pretty at all.

Shen Zhi thought today was just a minor episode, but who knew that Song Hengyang's secretary seemed to have opened up his Ren and Du meridians, and let Song Hengyang wear all kinds of fancy suits.

If Song Hengyang's secretary had not become a grandfather, Shen Zhi would have had a hard time not suspecting that Song Hengyang's secretary had some unusual thoughts.

Shen Zhi's gaze couldn't help but fall on the black lace that was fitted onto Song Hengyang's cold, white and strong chest muscles. The hollowed-out fabric outlined the smooth and beautiful muscle lines, revealing the unique grooves of his chest muscles.

Shen Zhi swallowed hard, looked up and confirmed again: "Are you going to wear this when you go out?"

"Is it not possible?" Song Hengyang stood obediently in front of Shen Zhi, allowing him to look at him, with his long arms hanging below, as stiff as a baby in kindergarten.

Shen Zhi raised his eyebrows with a sour look.

It's not that he can't, but Song Hengyang looks lustful now. Shen Zhi feels a little jealous. He can only look but not eat every day, and now other people have seen it too.

Then as Song Hengyang's lover, it seems that he has no special privileges.

"I'm just afraid that you'll be cold," Shen Zhi said with a wry smile.

Song Hengyang gently took Shen Zhi's hand and put it on his naked skin, letting Shen Zhi feel his still warm skin. He pressed Qing Lingling's eyebrows and whispered, "It's not cold."

Shen Zhi was stunned. The smooth skin and uneven lace melted on his fingertips, causing a slight tingling sensation.

Shen Zhi was dangled by Song Hengyang, his palm resting on Song Hengyang's chest. His eyes were attracted by the slender neck like cold jade, which exuded a faint scent of expensive perfume.

Shen Zhi subconsciously grasped, and Song Hengyang's skin and flesh were trembling due to Shen Zhi's slightly cold fingers, and his breathing was suppressed.

Song Hengyang lowered his head slightly, his pure black eyes were as clear as a pool of water, the corners of his eyes were curled up, as if he wanted to invite people to go deeper.

Shen Zhi couldn't help but raise his head and kiss Song Hengyang's neck, licking Song Heng's thin flesh, moistening it, and the cold white jade instantly became bloody and colorful.

"Yangyang," Shen Zhi bit Song Hengyang's Adam's apple gently to relieve the itching of his teeth, sighing vaguely.

Song Hengyang breathed more deeply, tightened his grip on Shen Zhi's wrist, and tilted his head to find Shen Zhi's lips.

Shen Zhi's lips were polished to a bright red, his plump and round lips were bitten by his clean white teeth, and his breath exuded a faint cold fragrance.

Song Hengyang and Shen Zhi's noses were touching, their lips were just inches apart, and their breathing was intertwined.

Shen Zhi raised his long eyelashes, panic flashed in his eyes, and pushed Song Hengyang away.

It was a close call, I almost couldn’t hold it in!

"You wear it..." Shen Zhi stuttered a little. No matter how beautiful it was, it was his. Shen Zhi absolutely trusted Song Hengyang's character.

Shen Zhi took a few steps back and said, "I'll wait for you downstairs, and then we'll go eat together."

Shen Zhi went downstairs, rubbed his face twice, and let out a sigh of relief.

He always felt that Song Hengyang was seducing him. Was it an illusion? Yangyang was so obedient, so innocent, and a follower of Plato. How could that be?

Shen Zhi scolded himself. It would have been fine if he had not stood firm, but he even tried to blame Yang Yang for the dirty water. That was too much.

Shen Zhi looked at the clear and bright sky outside and opened his umbrella.

Shen Zhi's cell phone kept vibrating. The incessant ringing sound irritated his eardrums, making him feel a little nervous.

Shen Zhi glanced at the caller ID and it was Feng Yao.

"What's the matter..." Shen Zhi was interrupted by an anxious female voice before he could finish his words.

"Xiao Zhi, He Qili has been released from the mental hospital. I don't know where he has gone. You have to be careful," the woman's worried words were transmitted to Shen Zhi's ears through the electric current.

Shen Zhi tightened his grip.

When something went wrong with He Haiming's Borri Medical, He Haiming had the foresight to transfer the legal representative to Feng Yao, and Feng Yao became a scapegoat.

Sheng Liman used a lot of connections to help Feng Yao out of trouble, but the price was that Feng Yao should not bother Shen Zhi again in the future.

Feng Yao, who was imprisoned, agreed with tears in his eyes.

He Qili's hands were not clean either. He used the excuse of mental illness to escape punishment. Song Hengyang discussed with Shen Zhi that the mentally ill should be sent to a mental hospital.

Shen Zhi had no objection. He hated congratulatory gifts and he also hated having to constantly curry favor with Feng Yao.

Shen Zhi's painful first half of his life was caused half by domestic violence from his biological father and half by the mental bullying of He Qili.

Now that the wedding gift has come out, Shen Zhi doesn't know what he wants to do.

On the night when He Haiming and Feng Yao were hanging out, He Qili, who was still a child at the time, took a car to look for He Haiming. Unfortunately, he got into a car accident and his legs were paralyzed. He Haiming was late for his transformation into a genius mistress.

He Qili hated He Haiming, hated Feng Yao, and also hated the healthy Shen Zhi.

The wind whistled in his ears, Shen Zhi lifted the edge of his umbrella, and the out-of-control car rushed straight towards him.

Shen Zhi's pupils shrank and his body froze in place.

He saw the person in the car, and it was He Qili.

Deliberately imitating Shen Zhi's face, it was twisted into an ugly expression, exuding deep malice.

He was going to kill himself, Shen Zhi realized this very clearly at this moment.

"Senior!" The terrified sound that tore through the air penetrated Shen Zhi's eardrums. Shen Zhi was thrown to the side of the road, his head hit the steps, and his voice turned black.

Sticky blood streaked across the corners of his eyes, obscuring Shen Zhi's vision. His brain was screaming in pain, but Shen Zhi couldn't utter a word.

"Yangyang, Yangyang," Shen Zhi trembled as he touched the face of Song Hengyang, who was unconscious on top of him.

The security guard at the gate stopped the vehicle that caused the accident and rushed over to rescue the people.

Shen Zhi had a severe headache. Before he could close his eyes, he saw Song Hengyang slowly open his eyes, raise his hands in a soothing smile, and move his lips.

"Don't be afraid," he told Shen Zhi not to be afraid, as long as he was there for him.

Tears fell from the corners of Shen Zhi's eyes and he completely lost consciousness.

Five days later

"You'll be discharged from the hospital soon, why don't you have an apple first?" Shen Zhi fed fruit to Song Hengyang who was lying on the hospital bed.

In addition to a concussion, Song Hengyang also had a slight fracture in his right arm. Shen Zhi was not seriously injured as he was well taken care of by Song Hengyang and only had some skin broken on his head.

Shen Zhi has been taking care of Song Hengyang these days.

Song Hengyang shook his head in resistance. He had been eating fruits since he was in the hospital, and he didn't want to eat anymore.

Shen Zhi forcefully stuffed the peeled fruit into Song Hengyang's mouth. "The doctor said that you've been very irritable lately. Eat more to calm down, okay?"

Song Hengyang lowered his eyelids and chewed mechanically.

Shen Zhi looked at the ulcer on Song Hengyang's lips with worry, muttering to himself: "Why are you so angry?"

Song Hengyang's eyelashes trembled when he heard Shen Zhi's whisper, but in the end he said nothing and silently ate two more pieces of fruit.

The door of the ward creaked open, and Sheng Liman said he would come to pick them up later.

Shen Zhi turned around subconsciously, "Mom, why are you..." You came so early?

The rest of Shen Zhi's words were stuck in his throat. The person who came was not Sheng Liman, but Feng Yao.

"What's the matter?" Shen Zhi's expression turned cold.

Feng Yao's smile froze. She felt aggrieved by her own son's indifference.

"I came to see you," Feng Yao walked hesitantly into the ward and smiled at Song Hengyang lying on the bed.

Shen Zhi took a few steps forward, blocking Feng Yao's sight.

"Let's talk outside." Shen Zhi didn't want Feng Yao to have too much contact with Song Hengyang. If possible, Shen Zhi hoped that he would not see Feng Yao again.

Feng Yao is his mother, yes, and he will try his best to fulfill his obligation to support her, but Feng Yao has never given him any happy memories, and Shen Zhi wants to see Feng Yao as little as possible.

Feng Yao was taken to the stairwell by Shen Zhi.

Feng Yao couldn't hold back her tears and asked Shen Zhi with a choked voice: "Xiao Zhi, don't you want to see your mother?"

Shen Zhi shook his head and retorted, "You are the one who dislikes my face that resembles my father's."

Feng Yao's face turned pale for a moment, and she tried to explain: "Xiao Zhi, Mom didn't..."

Shen Zhi didn't mind this incident. He couldn't ask the victim to remain calm.

"What exactly do you want to talk to me about?" Shen Zhi asked again.

Shen Zhi didn't believe that Feng Yao just wanted to see him.

Feng Yao moved her lips. The weak woman was even more vulnerable at this moment. She begged, "Can you please let He Qili go? Mom feels guilty about him. Your Uncle He only has this one son. Your Uncle He promises to take good care of him in the future and will never let him hurt you."

Shen Zhi looked at Feng Yao steadily, and was not surprised at all that Feng Yao brought up this matter.

"He won't change," Shen Zhi hopes Feng Yao will be more sober.

From campus crowding to deliberately causing accidents, Shen Zhi prefers to believe that wedding gifts are inherently bad.

"He is still young," Feng Yao pleaded anxiously.

What Shen Zhi didn't understand was that even though Feng Yao was treated like that by He Haiming, he still remained infatuated.

"If you want to leave the He family, I can help you," Shen Zhi mentioned this more than once.

Feng Yao shook his head violently and refused, "No! It was you, Uncle He, who saved me. No matter what, I will not leave him!"

Shen Zhi had nothing else to say.

Shen Zhi was about to leave, but Feng Yao stopped him: "Just because the He family has raised you for so many years, can you help with the He family's gift?"

Shen Zhi paused for a moment and said calmly, "I have already returned the money to the He family."

"And Heqi Li bullied me in junior high school," Shen Zhi said and left.

Feng Yao collapsed behind Shen Zhi and shouted, "But the He family saved you and rescued you from your father! You can't be so cold-blooded."

Shen Zhi did not stay any longer this time.

It was not the He family who saved him, but himself.

Feng Yao collapsed to the ground when she saw Shen Zhi's ruthless back. She would definitely lose He Haiming's love. She would definitely lose He Haiming's love.

Feng Yao stared at the ground, and suddenly a pair of women's high-heeled shoes appeared, looking down at her, and the voice contained the calm and intimidating power of a person in a high position.

"I will not let go of anyone who hurt my son," Sheng Liman looked at the soft-headed Feng Yao with sarcasm, and said coldly, "Don't bother Xiaozhi anymore. I don't think a woman who needs to rely on her five-year-old son to escape from her abusive husband can be a good mother."

Feng Yao was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears uncontrollably.

She didn't want to do that, but she really didn't have the courage to escape from the predicament. In the end, she rescued Shen Zhi. She loved her son Shen Zhi very much.

Sheng Liman looked at him with disdain, "You became He Haiming's lover a year after you left the Shen family, and Xiaozhi suffered seven or eight more years of beatings in the Shen family before you took him back to the He family."

Feng Yao raised her head and tried to explain in panic that it was not like that. She just needed time to gain her footing in the He family, so she did not take Xiaozhi away immediately.

"Feng Yao, don't make excuses for your weakness. You are not worthy of being Xiaozhi's mother." Sheng Liman simply couldn't imagine that there would be such a person in the world.

Shouldn't she say that there must be something hateful about a pitiful person?

Sheng Liman left indifferently, adjusted his expression, and then walked into the ward.

Sheng Liman walked over and touched Shen Zhi's head, "Don't worry, He Qili will never leave the mental hospital in this lifetime."

Shen Zhirou softened her eyes and said softly, "Thank you, Mom."

Sheng Liman narrowed his eyes happily, "Good boy."

Sheng Liman took Shen Zhi and Song Hengyang out of the hospital.

Sheng Liman drove over, opened the car door and asked, "Do you want to stay at my place?"

Shen Zhi had no objection, but Song Hengyang was the one who opposed it.

Shen Zhi looked at Song Hengyang in surprise. He absolutely respected the opinion of Song Hengyang, a patient. "No, Mom. We won't disturb your and Dad's time."

Sheng Rui was admitted to university, and Sheng Liman and Song Chuanxing were the only ones at home, happily living together.

Sheng Liman still missed his eldest son very much, so he had to give up after hearing this.

"Okay," Sheng Liman hugged Shen Zhi, "Be careful on the road."

Shen Zhi kissed Sheng Liman's forehead and said again: "Thank you, Mom."

Sheng Liman was deeply moved and said angrily, "We are a family, why don't you say thank you?"

Sheng Liman sent Shen Zhi into the car. With the corner of the hospital in her eyes, she saw a sneaky figure who deliberately raised his voice and said, "Xiao Zhi, Mommy loves you!"

Shen Zhi smiled helplessly and replied: "Mom, I love you too."

Sheng Liman noticed the figure shaking, smiled triumphantly, and waved goodbye to Shen Zhi.

Tsk, you don’t want such a good son? There are many people who cherish him.

Sheng Liman threw his bag and walked away arrogantly.

When Shen Zhi got back into the car, he saw Song Hengyang looking at him straight, with a somewhat aggrieved expression, "What's wrong?"

Song Hengyang was silent and depressed.

Shen Zhi had no time to take care of other things. He had been taking care of Song Hengyang recently and had a pile of documents that he hadn't dealt with, so he took out his mobile phone and started processing the documents.

Song Hengyang held it in all the way, and saw that Shen Zhi really ignored him.

Walking into the house, I couldn't help but whisper, "Love me the most."

Shen Zhi was stunned for a moment while changing his shoes, and then slowly realized what Song Hengyang was angry about. He responded with a smile: "I love husband Yangyang the most, okay?"

Song Hengyang nodded firmly.

Shen Zhi took Song Hengyang to sit on the sofa and hooked his finger at Song Hengyang, "Husband Yangyang, guess what I found out when you were not at home?"

Every time Song Hengyang heard Shen Zhi calling him "Yangyang husband" in a hurried voice, he would blush and could not hear what Shen Zhi was saying at all.

I just felt that Shen Zhi's full lips were moist and soft, and looked very kissable.

Song Hengyang turned his head away in panic and whispered, "I...I don't know."

Shen Zhi thought that Song Hengyang collected his used things in college by accident, but he didn't expect that when he was tutoring Sheng Rui, all the cups he used were in Song Hengyang's place.

These are the cups that Song Hengyang mentioned, the ones whose straws were bitten by Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi kneaded Song Hengyang's earlobe, smiling, "Husband Yangyang said before that I was a pervert, and he really didn't lie. Do you want to explain why you collect those things?"

Song Hengyang's face suddenly turned red.

In fact, more than that.

Song Hengyang not only collected those cups, but also bought clothes for Shen Zhi. Most of the clothes that Sheng Liman gave to Shen Zhi were picked by Song Hengyang.

When Shen Zhi was competing for the position of president of the Student Union, Song Hengyang stopped powerful students from engaging in shady dealings.

Song Hengyang also secretly increased the scholarship for Shen Zhi's participation award.

He did everything he could for Shen Zhi. Shen Zhi didn't know but Sheng Liman found out.

No one likes to follow the path arranged by others. Humans are advanced animals with particularly strong opinions.

Under Sheng Liman's order, Song Hengyang stopped controlling Shen Zhi, otherwise Song Hengyang might have gone even further.

Perhaps Song Hengyang will eventually confine Shen Zhi to just himself.

Fortunately, Shen Zhi liked him and curbed Song Hengyang's unspeakable impulse.

Song Hengyang never dared to make any requests to Shen Zhi. He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself, so Song Hengyang obeyed Shen Zhi most of the time, including in bed.

But now Song Hengyang found that Shen Zhi didn't seem to like him anymore.

I don’t like doing that kind of thing with myself anymore, even though I used to like it very much.

Shen Zhi had no intention of letting Song Hengyang go, and continued to press him, "Husband Yangyang? Why are you so angry recently? Do you want to calm down?"

Song Hengyang was too embarrassed to look at Shen Zhi, and stammered as he tried to explain: "Maybe I didn't drink enough water, just drink more water."

Shen Zhi laughed so hard, he actually thought Song Hengyang was some kind of loyal follower of Plato until he saw all the things he had used that Song Hengyang had collected.

"Pervert Yangyang?" Shen Zhi hooked his arm around Song Hengyang's neck, looked at him face to face, blew on his thick eyelashes, and said in a long voice: "Oh~ Just drink water, you don't need my help."

"It's really sad," Shen Zhi pretended to be disappointed, but there was an unstoppable invitation in his eyes.

Shen Zhi didn't mind that Song Hengyang hid most things from him, he just wanted Song Hengyang to love him.

Just love him.

Song Hengyang suddenly raised his eyes, met Shen Zhi's gentle eyes, held Shen Zhi's soft waist, and licked and kissed Shen Zhi's soft lips.

Song Hengyang's movements were a little hasty. When Shen Zhi was thrown onto the bed by Song Hengyang, he thought vaguely that a man who has been holding back for half a month is indeed different.

Shen Zhi's consciousness rose and fell, he seemed to have turned into a small boat floating in the waves, with nowhere to land and no place to rely on. The only thing for him to rest was Song Hengyang's sweaty back.

Shen Zhi ejaculated again and again until the morning sunlight shone on his red and swollen eyelids. Shen Zhi opened his eyes with great effort and then realized that his waist was aching.

He might as well ask Song Hengyang to slow down, as he couldn't handle it if it was too fast.

Shen Zhi tried hard to support his paralyzed lower body to face the light coming through Song Hengyang's window. He licked his lips subconsciously, but the pain from his swollen and broken lips made him gasp for air.

Shen Zhi was so angry that he poked Song Hengyang awake, and sneered into Song Hengyang's sleepy eyes: "Why didn't you fuck me to death last night!"

The violent words made the trapped Song Hengyang sober up instantly. He covered Shen Zhi's mouth with a red face and said timidly: "Wife, don't say that."

Shen Zhi closed his mouth.

Song Hengyang touched the acne at the corner of his mouth, which had become much smaller, and said in surprise: "Wife, it's gone."

Shen Zhibai glanced at him, raised his knees and nudged Song Hengyang's waist and abdomen affectionately, "It's gone, it's all gone."

It seems that Song Hengyang was really angry about this.

Very good, Shen Zhi’s cognition was refreshed again. He thought his Yangyang husband was so pure, but the result... hehe.

Song Hengyang was pushed back by Shen Zhi, holding his waist and abdomen. He held Shen Zhi's ankles, hugged him in his arms and kissed the corner of Shen Zhi's lips, "Wife, sleep for a while, okay?"

Shen Zhi raised his eyebrows and looked at him sideways.

Song Hengyang buried his head in Shen Zhi's shoulders and said in a muffled voice: "It's coming up again."

Shen Zhi: ...