Good Morning, Mr. President!

Yu Zeyao sat on the sofa, holding her with one hand, "I have no problem with you going back to take care of your dad, but Jing Rong will give it to me."

"Let Jingrong be with you?"

"Well," Yu Zeyao said, "with him here, I don't have to worry that you won't come back to me in the future, right?"

Jing Yu was funny, "So, you used to be held hostage by my dad, but now you are held hostage by Jing Rong."

Yu Zeyao glanced a little deeper, "But you know, I want to hold you back most."

Men's words, let Jing Yu feel a trace of sweetness. She smiled and said: "Although your sweet words are very useful to me, I must first ask Jingrong what I mean."

"Of course. I will fully respect his decision."

Jing Yu said, "I will go to the door to thank Yan personally the next day. Come with me when you are free."

"Um." Since she insisted, Yu Zeyao nodded.

The two were waiting for the teenager in the hall, Jing Yu looked forward to it. From time to time, look up.

at last……

A car came into her sight.

Jing Yu got up from the sofa almost immediately and ran to the door. Yu Zeyao followed her one step behind her.

The vehicle stopped, and Wen Yanzhi looked at the large mansion in front of him, and frowned slightly.

Where is this

"Master Jing, here you are." It was not Wen Yanzhi who sent him but the driver.

When he came out, Wen Yanzhi was in the room all the time and never came out. To the extent that even saying goodbye and thanks, Jing Rong did not have time to say the last word.

Jing Rong asked, "Where is this?"

"This is the Vice President's Palace. Master Wen has ordered you to be sent here." The driver explained, taking the wheelchair out of the trunk. Jing Rong supported the body and slowly moved out.

"Jingrong!" At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came.

Jing Rong was pleasantly surprised.

Looking up, I saw Jing Yu coming out of the house.

She spread her hands and hugged Jing Rong excitedly. Although Jing Rong's legs were able to stand occasionally for a while, she was still not able to exert her strength. She was rushed over like this, her body shook embarrassedly, and leaned on the body to barely hold herself.

"Sister." Jing Rong stood firm and excitedly embraced Jing Yu.

He stood for a while and his legs hurt terribly. Seeing the sweat on the teenager's face, Yu Zeyao took a step forward and reminded him, "Okay, fish, you let go of Jing Rong first. You make him uncomfortable like this."

Jingyu then returned to her mind and quickly released Jingrong.

"Jing Rong, let me see! How about your injury? Is it still serious?" Jing Yu was anxious and looked up and down anxiously.

Jing Rong shook his head and smiled, "It's okay, it's much better."

Yu Zeyao personally took the wheelchair from the driver and pushed it over. "Sit down first."

Jing Yu also discovered that Jing Rong was very patient and had a pain in his heart. What I wanted to say was that my throat was tight and I couldn't say a word.

Jing Rong nodded gratefully to Yu Zeyao, "Thank you brother-in-law."

With this title, Yu Zeyao froze, then raised his lips and smiled, "No thanks."

Jing Yu was always worried about Jing Rong's injury, and had no intention to listen to such a dialogue between the two men. She watched them enter the Vice Presidential Palace, big and small.

"Miss Jing, Master Jing delivered, then I'll go back first." The driver said goodbye to her.

Jing Yu looked back, "Wait a minute."

She asked the driver, "Jing Rong's injury, what's going on now, where has he been injured, do you know?"

"I have been picking up Master Jing during these times. In addition to hurting his leg, Master Jing also suffered severe injuries to his hands before. He was unable to take care of himself initially, but now his hands are slightly better, but I heard that it is impossible to hold the right hand Paint it. "

The driver's words were very plain, Jing Yu heard in his ears, but was struck by lightning.

Can't take care of themselves ...

Not even ... can you hold the brush anymore? !!

It was hard for her to imagine what a huge blow to her Jingrong.

The paintbrush is the weapon of his life. Painting is his persistent dream.

Jing Yuyi stood there, looking at the driver's car, only to feel pantothenic acid. She sucked her nose hard, and then pressed the sour astringency down. Switch to a relaxed posture and return to the house.

If all this was done by Liang Shengyi, he would be too scary!

Jing Yu made a mental preparation to return to the house. She thought she couldn't let Jing Rong live here.

During his most tormented time, as an elder sister, she had not taken care of him and had not given him the comfort he deserved. Then, in the next time, she could not let him leave himself.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he didn't speak to express his meaning. He only heard Yu Zeyao say, "I have discussed with Jing Rong, and he will live with me in the future."

"..." Jing Yu froze. So fast?

She cast her eyes on Jing Rong, crouched down, and stared up at him. "Jing Rong, I must have asked your opinion. I have to respect you. Also, don't worry about embarrassing me. I ..."

"Sister, brother-in-law said that only if I live here, you will have more chances to meet him." Jing Rong cut off Jing Yu, with a smile on his face, "I think brother-in-law is very good, I hope you meet more."

"..." Jing Yu was speechless. "Is that really the reason?"

"And ..." Jing Rong looked seriously, "I don't want you to be too tired."

Jing Yu sighed and touched his head, "I hope to stay with you all the time."

"I hope too. But I'm a boy and I can't take care of you all the time."

Jing Yu held back the sourness in his eyes, smiled comfortably, and nodded, "Okay, I respect your meaning. You want to live here and live here. I will always come to see you later."

Jing Rong smiled. Look up at Yu Zeyao. Yu Zeyao shrugged, "I didn't lie to you."

Wen Yan was really a good idea. Put Jing Rong here, she must come back a lot more a day.

The room was already packed by Yu Zeyao in advance. Jing Yu personally packed his luggage. In the box, there were only a few sets of clothes, and the rest were textbooks and picture books.

Jing Yu looked at those painting books with a sorrow in her heart. Afraid that he saw his emotions affected, he silently pressed the picture book to the bottom of the cabinet.

This little action Jing Rong arrived and laughed, "Sister, you don't need to hide. I've passed the most vulnerable time."

Jing Yu looked up.

He reached out. "Give me the picture book. I'm used to it by the bed, and I'll look at it before going to bed and waking up."

Jing Yu listened to her sour heart, but still put the picture book on the bedside. She thought about it and said, "Jing Rong, my sister won't give up on you, and I hope you don't give up on your own."

"Sister, I did not give up." Jing Rong took the picture book, he said: "My right hand is useless, but I figured it out ..."

"Ok?"

"I still have a left hand. The injury to my left hand is not as bad as that of my right hand. I am starting to practice now, and maybe one day I can still make a painting that pleases me."

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