Good Morning, Mr. President!

His mind was a little stunned. For a while, his mind was blank, as if he had forgotten everything. After returning to God, I remembered the nightmare experience.

The headache seemed to explode.

He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to pinch his brows, but he hadn't moved yet, and he couldn't breathe all over. The hands became even less like themselves, without any consciousness.

He couldn't believe it, raising his neck slightly and trying to lift his legs again.

The pain in the heart, shot out from every nerve, made him hum.

"Don't move." Wen Yanzhi pushed in the door at this moment, put his hand on his shoulder. He looked at him from top to bottom, his eyes gloomy. "You have broken a few ribs. The doctor has just finished the treatment and must not move."

Jing Rong fixed his eyes on Wen Yanzhi, his clear eyes, asking at this moment. As if asking him what he is.

Wen Yan's heart was like a knife-cut. He looked like he couldn't bear it, just don't open his face and dare not look directly at him.

In the throat, choking was uncomfortable.

"Would you like to drink water? I'll give you a cotton swab to moisturize your lips." Wen Yanzhi was so staring at him that he had to find something to do.

He just started, and the nursing staff in the ward had poured warm water and handed it to him.

He reached for it, and before turning, he heard the hoarse inquiring voice of the young man behind him, "I ... what happened to me?"

Wen Yanzhi's hand holding the cup tightened, because the joints were too hard, and the knuckles were raised. He was silent for a long time and had no unnecessary movements. Jing Rong was lying there, it seemed that he couldn't wait any longer, and raised his voice, "What the **** is wrong with me?"

"You go out first." Wen Yanzhi lowered the water cup on the bedside and ordered the others in the ward. After everyone nodded slightly, they all took to the door one after another.

Jing Rong was lying there, looking straight at Wen Yanzhi.

Wen Yanzhi wanted to make himself as easy as possible, but the lips flapped a little, and the throat was like a bitter Huanglian who couldn't say a word. Jing Rong's eyes gradually turned red. "My legs ... I don't feel it, do I?"

"..." Wen Yanzhi was speechless.

"I ... can't stand up?" His voice shuddered.

"Neither." Wen Yanzhi opened his chair and sat down beside the bed. He took a deep breath and barely chuckled a smile. "The doctor said, as long as you have enough perseverance, stand up later and walk like a normal person. Not impossible. "

after?

How long after that?

"What about my hand?" Jing Rong stubbornly raised his neck and glanced away from his hand. His pale, bloodless lips were shaking, "Can my hand ... still work?"

The last few words seemed to drain his energy.

For Wen Yanzhi, he felt that the question Jing Rong asked at this moment was the most cruel and unwilling problem he encountered in his life.

After being silent for a long time, he finally seemed to find his voice. "In the future ... I can't help but draw."

In fact, Jing Rong already knows this answer. However, after listening to Wen Yanzhi's words in this way, he still received a strong shock.

His eyes were red, his neck froze, his body stiffened, his eyes fixed on his hands.

He seemed unwilling and unwilling to believe, and he didn't care about the pain in his body. He tried to move his right hand, even if he just moved his fingertips, to refute the doctor's words.

However, until the sweat on his forehead and face was full, the blue tendons on his neck burst out, and his right hand remained indifferent. As if that was no longer part of his body.

Wen Yanzhi finally couldn't stand it. He pressed his body down and said sadly, "Jing Rong, don't try harder anymore! Now that you have broken ribs, if you try harder, you will probably misplace! Relax! "

"You walk away!" Jing Rong's eyes flushed, as if venting, a runny roar, and his voice was more hoarse.

Wen Yanzhi's hands were heavily pressed on his shoulders, because his fingers were shaking because he was too hard. He looked at Jing Rong from the top down, "I won't go, and I won't let you abuse yourself!"

Jing Rong's eyes looked at Wen Yanzhi. Those originally bright eyes were getting darker and darker. In the end, it seemed that there was no light left.

As if finally accepting this reality, a layer of mist gradually poured into the eyes. The young boy who just refused to lose, at this moment, all disappeared.

He seemed like a desperate defeater, and fell back to bed as if he had taken his soul.

He didn't look at Wen Yanzhi any more, just don't open his face, he swallowed all the mist in his eyes into his belly.

Wen Yan was sitting there for a long time, and looking at him like this, the pain was indescribable in her heart. He thought, probably because he was too guilty, so looking at Jing Rong's pain at this moment, he seemed to feel the same.

"You don't need to be discouraged." Wen Yanzhi's efforts to make his voice sound calm, "I will find the best doctor for you. If the doctors in our country are not good, I will look for doctors abroad. You always have the best the result of."

His words were powerful, like a guarantee.

Jing Rong was silent. He was completely immersed in regret and pain at the moment, not thinking about why this man would take care of himself so much.

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the other side.

Jing Yu didn't sleep all night, now he is resting in the man's arms, with a strong heartbeat in his ear. That sound was like a lullaby with great effect.

She listened, thinking about Jing Rong, she just slept over. Moreover, I slept soundly and well.

Confused, I feel hot and hot on my lips.

Then she smelled a nice smell, the smell belonged to that man, but in the dream, she didn't hate the taste at all. Instead, some attachments.

It was this attachment that made her unconsciously open her red lips. Scarlet lips opened, and the hot wet slipped into her lips and teeth, sucking the tip of her tongue.

She became weaker and softer in her dreams. Unprepared and never resisting, only the man kissed herself, and she instinctively sucked the tip of the man's tongue. Your body is getting hotter and softer. Soft as if she were about to turn into a puddle of water, making her unconsciously clasp the hands around her.

The next moment, Jing Yu only felt that the sky was spinning. She was heavily pressed on the bed.

The man's hot hand could not help but lift up her pajamas and got into her clothes ...

Jing Yu's uncomfortable ‘eh ~’ uttered a long curly lashes and finally opened them. What catches the eye is the handsome face of a man who is full of passion.

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