A marriage contract: a genius, a black father

"I can't feel anything except pain." Lu Zhen closed her eyes.

Waking up is filled with boundless pain, he is already too irritable.

Suddenly feeling warmth on his lips, he opened his eyes and saw Nolan's deep gaze, Nolan said softly, "Close your eyes."

Lu Zhen closed her eyes again, and Nolan's kiss came down, kissing his lips naturally, as warm as the wind, her tongue pushed in, but not frantic, it was unbelievably gentle, just like the warmth accumulated over the years.

Nolan kissed with heart, without lust, and Lu Zhen also felt it with heart, responded proactively, and loved each other.

"Is this pain?"

Lu Zhen was taken aback and shook her head slightly. Of course, this was not pain.

"You see, as long as you put your heart into it, there are still many beautiful things, love and hope, they are always there, as long as you are willing to open your heart, Xiao Zhen, as long as you need it, I will always be by your side."

Lu Zhen didn't want to say anything.

The next day, when Nolan went to work, Michael asked him what happened to his forehead, and Nolan said flatly, "I bumped it accidentally."

He himself didn't believe this kind of lie, let alone Michael.

It’s just that Michael didn’t ask any more questions.

Lu Zhen is still unwilling to talk about what happened to him in prison.

Xiaoxue also kept her mouth shut, and every time she asked her, she said she didn't know.

If Lu Zhen didn't want to say it, Nolan would never know.

He could only look at Lu Zhen, having nightmares every day, immersed in those pains.Lu Zhen didn't even dare to sleep. The curtains were always drawn in the room. He was afraid of the sun and refused everyone's concern.

Nolan, An Xiaoyao, etc., were all excluded from his heart.

No one knows what he is thinking.

He was silent, serious, and in a daze all day long. One night, when Nolan came home from get off work, he saw Lu Zhen open the curtains. He was sitting in a wheelchair with the floor-to-ceiling windows open.

Nolan's heart quickly froze, and he frantically pulled him back and fell through the French windows.

"What are you doing? What were you thinking just now?" Nolan yelled, his voice was almost shrill. Lu Zhen sat in a wheelchair with a blank expression, covered with a thin blanket, so thin that she looked pitiful , the lines on his face are so hard.

"I'm not thinking about anything, I just want to see the night view of New York." Lu Zhen looked at him mockingly, "What do you think I'm thinking? To seek death?"

Nolan was stopped by the question and was speechless for a while.

Yes, he thought Lu Zhen committed suicide.

Life and death are sometimes just a thought. If he shakes for a moment just now, as long as he pushes the wheelchair, the person will fall down. No matter how hard he is, he will not be able to survive.

The choice of life and death is sometimes very simple.

……

Lu Zhen looked at Nolan who was panting, her face was frighteningly stern, and she suddenly smiled coldly, "Very scared? What are you afraid of? I'm dead, and everyone will be clean."

Nolan almost punched him. Just as he took a step forward, Lu Zhen slid the wheelchair and took a step back, "Don't come near me."

He didn't allow Nolan to get close to him.

Nolan didn't know why.

If it weren't for the fact that Lu Zhen was a patient, he would have punched him. He never thought that Lu Zhen would have such a side.

Vicious, cold, like a poisonous snake.

Selfishness, disregarding other people's feelings, stepping on the apex of other people's hearts every word.

He has thorns all over his body, as if he wants to stab everyone around him.