He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

Jing Yu's gaze also followed to look aside at this time.

It was a tall man, and he couldn't see that he was 30 years old as the wife said.

Even though it was cold and windy outside, there was heating in the house, and he was wearing a thin white shirt. The document was on his lap, and he held a cup of coffee in the other hand.

He wears a precious mechanical watch on his right wrist. Jing Yu still has some understanding of some brands. This watch represents the noble identity and self-cultivation of the owner, and the price is 7 digits.

As if sensing her gaze, he suddenly looked up from the file.

Jing Yu was able to see his facial features clearly-this man is no less good-looking than any popular male celebrity. However, he has more flavor than those male stars, the kind of hormonal flavor that belongs to men. The expression in his eyes also reveals an aura that is inherently strong.

She couldn't see the specific identity of this man, but she also knew that she would definitely not be an ordinary person.

I feel vaguely familiar.

However, no such person has ever existed in her life.

It should be an illusion.

"Doctor Jing, try your craft." When she was absent-minded, the man put down the coffee and spoke first, his voice indifferent.

Only then did Jing Yu come back to his senses, and he was surprised that he even knew his last name. Then I thought, it was probably the professor who came to communicate with them in person.

On the way she came here, Professor Luo had already sent his wife's medical condition information in her mailbox.

The lady's leg was injured two years ago and she has been recovering. She has been recovering well, but she still relies on wheelchairs for transportation. Jing Yu went around to the other side of the bed, sat in a chair, and massaged his wife's left leg.

She is a professional technique, and the acupuncture points are accurate, and the wife feels that it doesn't hurt that much, so she talked to her, "I just heard Ze Yao call you Doctor Jing?"

"Well, my last name is Jing."

"From then on I will call you Xiaojing."

"Great."

"I think you are as good as your teacher. Your teacher is a busy man who is on business trips all day long. I'll just look for you directly in the future."

Jing Yu only said, "Madam is satisfied."

"Does it still hurt here?" she asked.

"It's better, the right side hurts a bit."

"Then I'll press this side for you again, and I'll press the right side for you in a while." Jing Yu leaned forward, and the long curly hair slid down on her back. She used her long fingers to randomly stroke the hair on the temples behind her ears, revealing her pure whiteness. The pinna is like snow.

The man on the opposite side took a sip of coffee, his eyes lightly passed over her, his eyes darkened, but he didn't stop, even if he fell back on the file.

However, even with just such a glance, Jing Yu felt it. This man's sense of existence is too strong, and a random look in his eyes is hard to ignore.

The lady seemed to feel more comfortable, and slowly people leaned on the bed and fell asleep.

"Stop." The man suddenly said, Jing Yuyiyan stopped his movements and looked up at him.

He got up, helped his wife's head and slowly put her down, confirming that she was sleeping well, and then he sat back again, looked up at her, and whispered: "Come here."

He is probably used to the posture of such a superior, and his attitude is arrogant, but he is not arrogant.

Jing Yu went around to the right side of the bed to massage his wife's right leg, but because he had been sitting on the side of the bed, the remaining space made her difficult to operate.

"Sir, please let me please." She had to say.

He moved his chair back about half a metre, and then continued to look through the documents. Very focused, Jing Yu will not bother if he doesn't feel good about it.

Squat down and give the lady a massage. Occasionally move his body, the arched back hit the man's knee. The man's bones were so hard that he hit her back twice, and he couldn't say anything.

After pressing for more than an hour, his arms were already sour, and the warm wind was blowing, and the whole body became warm. There was a thin layer of sweat on Jing Yu's flushed cheek, she retracted her hand and rubbed her arm, preparing to get up. However, because I had just squatted for too long, I suddenly felt dizzy and my legs were numb.

She could not stand still and almost fell back to the ground again. In the next instant, the waist suddenly became warm, and a man's palm was covered.

The fingers are slender and the joints are distinct, supporting her waist vacantly. The action is cautious, and there is no frivolity. Jing Yu also instinctively pressed his hand on his wrist to support himself. Under the palm of the palm, the man's hand bones are hard and powerful, which is very different from the soft and fragile of women.

In just a few seconds, the dizziness passed, and she stood still, her waist feeling hotter and hotter. Aware of the close contact between the two people, she was embarrassed and pulled her hand from the man's wrist without a trace, and whispered softly: "Thank you."

The man glanced at her, then withdrew his hand from her waist, put it in his pocket, without saying much.

The two were very close, and Jing Yu could smell the faint scent of him. There seemed to be the heat of his palm and the strength of holding her on his waist.

After all, she was a stranger, so close to her made her feel embarrassed somewhat.

"Sir, then I will go first."

"Well, come out." He didn't have much expression on his face. The episode just now seemed to him without any ripples.

She had originally said goodbye, but as a result, he got out of the room first.

Jing Yu followed behind him.

Before the two went downstairs, they saw a young man running upstairs, humming.

"Speak softly." The man warned his eyebrows as a reminder.

"Brother, are you back too?" The other party was pleasantly surprised. He glanced at Jing Yu behind him, looked at her, and the charming peachy eyes were ambiguous, "Isn't it the purpose of bringing my girlfriend to mom?"

Jing Yumo. This misunderstanding is a bit big.

Just listen to the man standing in front of you saying: "Mom is asleep, don't go up and quarrel her."

Hearing this, he obviously didn't mean to explain.

"Okay, then I won't go up now. Sister-in-law, dressed like this, are you a doctor?" The young man's attention turned to Jing Yu again.

That "sister-in-law" made Jing Yu feel compelled to explain it by himself-the man in front had no intention to explain. She whispered: "You misunderstood, I'm a doctor who is here to do rehabilitation for my wife."

"I'll be a rehabilitation doctor for my mother? Brother, you don't only recognize Professor Luo. When will you be able to let people in with such a young doctor?" The young man puts his hands around his chest and his tone is quite meaningful.

The man ignored him, and just walked down silently. Jing Yu followed along. Then, I heard the person speaking behind him: "Beauty Doctor, I'll take you for a ride in a while. It's a long way back to the city here."

You can't go back to the city without a car here. She had watched it before she came, and she didn't even have a taxi.

Jing Yu is not a hypocritical person either. Just when he was about to echo'good', the man walking in front of him spoke up for a while: "You don't need to worry about this here. You stay here, where is the mother before she wakes up? You are not allowed to go."

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