Good Morning, Mr. President!

Listening to Jing Rong said that Jing Yu was better off.

"Thanks to Yan Zhi for taking care of you during this time. When you settle down and have time, I will go with you and thank him."

When referring to that person, Jing Rong's complexion changed slightly, his thin lips tightened tightly.

Jing Yu found that he was facing something wrong. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing ..." Jing Rong shook his head, letting his complexion return to normal, and only said lightly, "I have already thanked."

"I used to think he was acting like a good guy, not like a good guy. I really don't want you to get too close and worry about being black. But now, I think others should be very good. Take good care of you."

Jing Yu said this as he cleaned him up.

"Sister, I'll take care of the rest myself. Don't you have to go to the hospital to work?" Jing Rong didn't answer Jing Yu's words, but changed the subject.

Jingyu didn't know about him and Wen Yanzhi, and he didn't think about it. He just nodded and looked at the watch on his wrist, "I really want to go."

Jing Yu was reassured to settle Jing Rong here with Yu Zeyao.

After the Vice President left, she went to the hospital, and before going to work she went to the ward to see her father Jing Yichen.

Jing Yanchen's body improved, and now he has no obstacles to speak, and he can get up and take a few steps.

"Dad, how are you feeling today?" Jing Yu squatted beside his leg and massaged him.

Jing Yanchen nodded and asked, "Fish, the hospital people said that you have been transferred to other people these days. Is nothing wrong?"

Jing Yu was a little guilty and shook her head. "It's okay. It's my friend who is sick. I'll take some time to see him."

"Friend? Which friend made you think so much?" Jing Yanchen stared at Jing Yu, his eyes as if to see her through.

Jing Yu was heartbroken and wanted to say something, but nothing could be said. But fortunately, the next sentence of the father saved her, "is the child of Qi's family?"

"Ah ... yes, it's Jinnian." Jing Yu vaguely answered. I can only let Jin Nian get out of the bag now.

I don't know if my father believed or did not believe. In short, he looked much better.

Jing Yu was relieved. He heard his father ask, "Why hasn't Shengyi's child been seen recently? Is he busy?"

When it comes to Liang Shengyi, Jing Yu feels cold. She also wanted to see him again. She wanted to ask herself if Jing Rong's affairs were related to him.

"I haven't contacted him again. Dad, if he appears in your ward someday, please call me. I just want to ask him something."

Jing Yanchen looked at his daughter's look. "A serious matter?"

Looking at his father, Jing Yu naturally did not dare to talk about Jing Rong's injury. He only perfuncated a sentence or two, and did not revolve on Liang Shengyi's topic.

Five days later.

Jing Yu was received at the Vice Presidential Palace.

She spoke with Jing Rong in the hall. Jing Rong tried to draw with his left hand, and Jing Yu encouraged him aside. Yu Zeyao liked the excitement at home. Listening to their sister and brother chatting, they just felt an indescribable tenderness.

He lived alone early on, and only lived with Zenan as a child. Therefore, it is rare that they have such a taste.

He was greedy for this feeling, so he brought work to the office to be busy.

At this moment, a telephone ringing sounded, breaking the warm atmosphere in the hall. The steward hurriedly answered the phone. After a few respectful responses, he looked up and said, "Sir, it's Master Wen's phone."

Jing Rong, who was painting, had a pen in his hand. However, after only a few seconds of pause, Jing Yu had already started to raise the pen before Jingyu could see the clue.

Every stroke was reluctant.

Yu Zeyao answered the phone. What Wen Yanzhi said over there, they could n’t hear it. They only heard Yu Zeyao ‘hmm’ a few times, and in a single word, it seemed surprising.

Hanging up the phone, Yu Zeyao glanced at the back of the sister and brother, and said, "Fish."

"Huh?" Jing Yu was helping Jing Rong carry the paint box, heard Yu Zeyao calling himself, and turned around.

"Don't you always say you want to thank Yanzhi yourself?"

"Ok."

"He'll come over a moment."

"That happened to be me." Jing Yu bent his lips.

Jing Rong's face changed and he tightened his brush.

Yu Zeyao continued: "This time, he will bring his girlfriend over."

Jing Rong took a heavy breath, and the brush in his hand was crooked. Yu Zeyao's voice continued, "I've never seen him bring any girlfriend here before. This time, maybe he did."

Jing Rong's eyes fell slightly on the painting in front of him.

Jing Yu said, "I'm kind of curious about what kind of girl can shock him and make him worry."

"Just take a look and see."

Jing Yu turned around and saw that Jing Rong was packing up the paint.

"Why not paint?" Jing Yu asked.

"There is no inspiration. Moreover, it is a bit bad to paint." Jing Rong looked dim, "Sister, I am a bit tired, I want to go upstairs and rest a while."

Jing Yu thought that Jing Rong's painting was not smooth, so he felt depressed and didn't think much. Just comforted: "Don't be discouraged, take your time. You will come down and say hello after a while."

"Okay." Jing Rong responded, put away the drawing board, and pushed to the wheelchair.

Jing Yu looked at Jing Rong's amazed back, and sighed worriedly. Yu Zeyao also looked at the back, thoughtfully.

"I hope Jing Rong can cheer up a bit." Jing Yu said with emotion.

Yu Zeyao took her hand, pulled her to sit beside her, and asked, "Have you ever understood Jing Rong's private life?"

"What?" Jing Yu did not expect that Yu Zeyao would suddenly jump out of his private life.

"It's ... for example, does he like anyone, or has he ever had a girlfriend before?"

"Why did you ask that suddenly?" Jing Yu looked at him in surprise. I feel like I can't keep up.

"Ask casually. Don't you all say that a mournful person needs the encouragement of love? If he has someone he likes, maybe he can be encouraged to encourage him." Yu Zeyao casually said a reason.

Jing Yu did believe it, seriously thought about it, shook his head and said, "Jing Rong should have never been in love and never had a girlfriend. However, I have seen a little girl he liked before, which is quite cute. But it was all a child, and now he has no one he likes, and who it is, I really don't know about it. "

Yu Zeyao nodded and said nothing.

upstairs.

Jing Rong put down his paintbrush and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling overhead.

In his mind, what he said repeatedly the day he left from Wen Yanzhi:

——Don't you want me to find another woman to marry and have children? Wait!

——One day, I will bring you a good look.

So, is he bringing a woman today who is going to marry him and have children?