Good Morning, Mr. President!

She looked at him, "Where did the wound on your lips come from? Did you meet the gangster? The gangster even dared to take a shot, what would they do to Jingrong?"

The more Jing Yu asked, the more uneasy he felt. At the end of the questioning, her eyes circled with sourness, and a mist formed in her eyes. She seemed reluctant to let him see himself so fragile, leaning her head aside and avoiding his direct look.

The more so, the more distressed Yu Zeyao was.

He lay down on his side, clasped her back with his big palm, and buried her face in his chest. The temperature of the man's body covered him densely. At that moment, it seemed that the weakest and softest part of his heart was touched. The sourness in Jingyu's eyes inexplicably accumulated.

She put her hand on his shoulder. "Is something wrong with Jing Rong, you tell me the truth, I can accept it."

"This injury has nothing to do with the gangsters. Jing Rong is now safe." Yu Zeyao didn't tell her the truth, he snorted softly on top of her head, his voice was hoarse, but he tried to refrain from her Seeing any flaws, "Yan Zhi is with him. I promise that no one can take him away from under Yan Yan's eyes. He will be safe in the future."

It was probably the aura of his body, or a feeling that this person gave himself. Jing Yu felt that his words convinced her with no reason.

The sourness in her eyes gradually dissipated. Yu Zeyao grabbed her hand, put it on her shoulders, and let her around her neck, "Sleep. After you sleep, you want to see Jing Rong, I will let you go at any time."

Jing Yu raised his eyes to look at him. He was lying flat, and she slept sideways, resting on his chest. When he looked up, he could only see that he had a faint layer of stubble. It can be seen that he is also tired. Jing Yu originally wanted to ask him a lot of words, but looking at his tiredness at the moment, there was a trace of intolerance in his heart, and in the end, he said nothing.

The hands around his neck were not pulled away, but he kept this posture, closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept. When Yu Zeyao's eyes were half open, she felt her arms squirm slightly. As if cold, instinctively leaned towards the warm heat source, her soft body was close to him.

Yu Zeyao's breathing increased and his body became tight. No man can tolerate such an unintentional hiddenness from a woman who has been imagining himself for a long time.

Long arms wrapped around her waist, hugged her to herself, and pressed him to sleep. When being moved, Jing Yu woke up for a few seconds, and opened her eyes mistily. When she saw the man's deep desire eyes, she slid a little in the eyes of her deep sleep. Yu Zeyao hooked her long hair and pinched her back to reveal her clean and cheek. He looked at the pain and helplessness in her eyes. . "

Jing Yu heard this and murmured in a half-dream, "Then you loose me."

She said, going down from the man. However, he hugged his hips and choked him, keeping her from moving.

"That's the thing you tell me the most-don't say it later, I don't like to hear it. And I won't let go of you anytime."

The last sentence has a deeper tone and is not meaningful.

Jing Yu didn't know if she had heard it or not. In short, she didn't talk anymore, but closed her chest again and closed her eyes.

Yu Zeyao couldn't sleep at all. Under her hands is her soft buttock. Under the palm of her other hand is her delicate soft face.

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On the other side, the vice president's private hospital.

Wen Yanzhi was personally invited to the conference room by the attending doctor.

In the conference room, sat the entire treatment team. Seeing him in, they got up. Wen Yanzhi only gestured, "Tell me the injury results and treatment plan is more important. Sit down."

Everyone sat down again.

The attending doctor placed the whole body of the film under strong light. "Mr. Wen, the patient's ribs were broken six times, but fortunately, no other organs were injured, just a little treatment is required. There will be slight bleeding in the intracranial examination. Continued bleeding, we can initially determine that it is safe and no surgery is needed for the time being. But ... unfortunately the patient's legs and hands ... "

Wen Yanzhi sat at the extreme position, and when the doctor said something like this, his hands pressed on the table were tightened. He didn't answer, just looked at the doctor indifferently.

The look made the attending doctor stressful.

The doctor wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and carefully opened his mouth: "The patient suffered a comminuted fracture of his left leg, and his right knee was severely damaged. Can he stand up after the surgery and see the recovery afterwards. If the recovery is good, maybe he can Stand up again. But ... if the recovery is not good, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave the wheelchair for a lifetime. "

Wen Yanzhi clenched his fists.

"Where's the hand?"

"The left hand is slightly better, with only a slight fracture. But the right hand ... the nerves are more damaged. Even after healing, the right hand will never be able to do fine work and carry heavy objects."

Even though I had thought of this possibility for a long time, Wen Yanzhi still felt shocked when the doctor said so.

He was silent for a long time before he asked in a deep voice: "Right hand ... no second possibility?"

The doctor shook his head. "If he wants to regain his freedom of movement and simply do his daily work, he still needs perseverance. But if he wants to use this hand to paint again ... I'm afraid there will be no hope."

After the meeting, Wen Yanzhi let everyone leave. He sat alone in the empty conference room, as if his soul had been taken away, motionless.

The lights were all off, he was hiding in the darkness, his face was full of haze.

He just sat there, not knowing how long he sat there. Until the door of the conference room is knocked. His people pushed in the door from the outside, "Master, Master Jing woke up."

This sentence made him seem to have recovered his soul, and his eyebrows moved slightly. He "took up" and stood up, but before he took a step, he stopped again. Excited, and replaced with deeper guilt.

His hands were pressed heavily on the conference table, and the blue tendons on his hands were protruding.

He was always scared of nothing. At this moment, he was afraid to stand in front of the boy.

He didn't know how to talk to him, how to tell him all this cruelty he was going to face.

I don't know how long it took before he finally seemed to have enough courage to take a heavy step. As if carrying a heavy load, step by step towards the ward.

When Jing Rong woke up, he just felt that his body was hurting. Nowhere on the head, body, hands or feet is intact. Even the ceiling in front of me was still turning for a long time.