Good Morning, Mr. President!

Yu Zeyao returned to the room and came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He felt a lot of drunkenness. He took dumbbells to do bedtime exercises.

The cell phone suddenly sounded at this moment.

Is his personal number.

Yu Zeyao glanced at it, showing the word 'Wen' on it. He picked up the phone and heard Wen Yan said: "Yu Wenhua, are you going to let him go like this? Can you bear me or not!"

Yu Zeyao set the dumbbells aside, and there was a thought in his eyes, "You seem to care about Jing Rong."

Wen Yanzhi walked there for a moment, and then said, "I killed him like this. Not to mention ... He is only an 18-year-old child, and those things that Yu Wenhua does are simply not as good as animals."

"How do you want to deal with Yu Wenhua? Rush to his house and kill him, or sell him to the black market, or go to court?"

Wen Yanzhi didn't say anything over there.

Yu Zeyao continued: "You have a clear idea of ​​the relationship between Yu Wenhua and the Justice. Moreover, Yu Wenhua holds the handles of too many people in his hands, and really wants to fool him. When he pulls his whole body, the whole political world will be turned upside down. The people's hearts are turbulent and the consequences are unimaginable. "

"Is it true that he has been so free?"

"We can't move him, but that doesn't mean we can't let them stand there."

"Do you have a plan?"

Yu Zeyao sat on the sofa and stared at the glimmer of light in the next room. After a while, he said: "When Jing Rong's situation improves, you can ask Jing Rong whether his father really explained anything to him--"

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and there was a stroke of light in his eyes, "If there is, find a way to get it for you."

"If Jing Rong knew, Jing Yu would surely know that you were so special about Jing Yu at the time, and it must have something to do with this key."

Yu Zeyao did not explain with Wen Yan, but said, "I will ask Jing Yu. But it is not the time yet."

Not far between them.

She was approaching her step by step, he didn't want to involve some uncomfortable things at this time, let her step back.

"Lao Yu, if you want to bring down Yu Wenhua, I must remind you--"

"Ok?"

"You ca n’t let go of Mo Huan." Wen Yanzhi said, "You know the strength of Mo's house better than anyone. Yu Wenhua always wanted to replace you. If he pulls to Mo's house, we will lose."

Speaking of these, Yu Zeyao looked gloomier.

He didn't speak for a long time, and finally asked, "How is Jing Rong today?"

Mentioning him, Wen Yan's mood dropped a lot. "It's still negative, and the operation will start in the next two days."

Yu Zeyao bowed his head. "I will arrange for Jing Yu to accompany him in the past two days. Pay attention to your words. I don't want her to know the truth."

"Jing Rong has to lie in bed for at least one month. Besides, he also needs to use a wheelchair in the back. It won't take him a few months to get up. Jing Yu is a doctor. I'm afraid you can't hide her."

"So, I have an idea." Yu Zeyao groaned for a moment, "When the situation is better, you take Jing Rong back to you."

"Where am I?" Wen Yanzhi froze.

"I will arrange the best orthopaedic surgeon to follow. Living under your eyelids, someone who is protecting you is much safer than he is in the hospital, I am assured. Moreover, no matter how bold Yu Yuhua is, I dare not go You are presumptuous. "

Yu Zeyao said here and waited. He didn't hear Wen Yanzhi's answer, and he raised an eyebrow. "If you think it is more troublesome to take care of him, then forget it-I can arrange for him to ..."

"I don't find it troublesome." Wen Yanzhi had cut off Yu Zeyao's words.

Yu Zeyao chuckled indifferently, "I remember that you used to be so afraid that your sister would not bring it to your house."

"After all, he did it because of me. If I think he's in trouble, am I still human?"

"I haven't seen it before. It turns out that you are still such an enthusiastic and responsible person." Yu Zeya chuckled indifferently, "seemingly."

"Just ridicule me!"

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Wen Yanzhi is in the suite hall. Hanging Yu Zeyao's phone and looking at the dark night outside the window, he pushed open the door of the ward to enter.

Inside, Jing Rong hadn't slept.

The caregiver was standing by the bed, while he was lying on the bed with both hands shaking, trying to move the basin beside the bed. However, the pain caused the blue veins on his face, his teeth were biting out of his blood, and his hands did not move more than half an inch.

Wen Yan's heart tightened, and he walked over and scolded the guard with an angry expression: "I asked you to wait for him, not for you to see. If you don't even do this, get out of here!"

The caregiver was grieved to the extreme, "Mr. Wen, it's not that I don't do it, but Master Jing is determined to do it myself."

Wen Yan's eyebrows jumped. Staring at the teenager in bed.

Jing Rong stumbled back, panting heavily on the pillow. His face rose with a large swath of red.

After a while, his breathing was smooth, and he took a look at Wen Yanzhi, "Why haven't you left?"

"Give me the towel." If Wen Yanzhi didn't return to Jing Rong, he just cared.

The caregiver busy handed him the towel. He wet the towel in the basin. Jing Rong saw what he wanted to do, turned his face aside, "I don't want you to do it."

"You don't have to look for anything. The number of people who can serve me like this is not a few, and you can just laugh at the cheap!

Wen Yanzhi said, clasping his chin, and pressed his face over. The teenager's eyes were full of pain and deep self-loathing, "Don't I be a waste who can't even wash my face by myself?"

That look suffocated Wen Yan's chest.

It felt like he was pierced several times with a needle, and it hurt him for a while and couldn't breathe.

The hand was stiff in the air, and there was no movement for a long time.

For a short while, he seemed to calm down and wipe the teenager's face with a hot towel. He had never served anyone like this, so he was extremely clumsy. Jing Rong bit her lip and turned her face sadly, unwilling to be seen as fragile.

After wiping his face, Wen Yanzhi threw the towel into the basin, looked at his profile, and whispered, "You really want to make yourself waste, and I won't allow you to become waste. Take a step back and say ... "

He paused for a moment, his voice hoarse, "If you can't even wash your face later, I'll wash it for you-just like today. So don't give me up!"

Wen Yanzhi's words shocked Jing Rong's heart slightly.

He slowly turned to look at Wen Yanzhi with a strange look. Wen Yanzhi was very uncomfortable, and he deliberately collapsed, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen something nice?"