He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

She looked at him, "How did the injury on your lips come from? Did you meet the gangster? The gangster even dared to take action, so what would they do to Jingrong?"

The more Jing Yu asked, the more disturbed he felt. At the end of the question, her eye circles were sore and a layer of mist rose from her eye sockets. She didn't seem to want him to see herself so fragile, and turned her head to one side, avoiding his direct stare.

The more so, the more it made Yu Zeyao feel distressed.

He lay down on his side, clasping the back of her head with his big palm, and buried her face in his chest. The body temperature of the man densely enveloped him. At that moment, it seemed that the most fragile and softest part of his heart was touched by something, and the sourness in Jing Yu's eyes accumulated more inexplicably.

She put her hand on his shoulder, "Did something happen to Jingrong? Tell me the truth, I can accept it."

"This injury has nothing to do with the gangsters. Now Jing Rong is very safe." Yu Zeyao didn't tell the truth to her at all. He rubbed his jaw on her head lightly, his voice was hoarse, but he tried his best to restrain her and not let her. Seeing any flaws, "Yanzhi is with him. I promise that no one can take him away under Yanzhi's nose. He will be safe in the future."

It was probably the aura on his body, or the feeling this person gave to himself, Jing Yu felt that his words convinced her for no reason.

The sourness in her eyes gradually dissipated. Yu Zeyao grabbed her hand, put it on her shoulder, and asked her to wrap her neck, "Sleep. After sleeping, if you want to see Jingrong, I will let you go anytime."

Jing Yu raised his eyes to look at him. He lay flat, she slept sideways, with her pillow on his chest, and when she raised her eyes, she could only see his chin with a faint layer of stubble. It can be seen that he is also very tired. Jing Yu originally had a lot of things to ask him, but seeing him look tired at the moment, a trace of unbearableness passed in his heart, and in the end he didn't say anything.

The hand around his neck didn't pull away either, just keeping this posture, closing his eyes and forcibly letting himself fall asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, when Yu Zeyao half-opened his eyes in a daze, he felt her in his arms squirm slightly. Like cold, she instinctively leaned towards the warm heat source, her soft body pressed tightly against him.

Yu Zeyao's breathing became heavier and his body tightened. No man can bear the unintentional concealment of a woman he has imagined for a long time.

With long arms around her waist, she hugged her to herself, pressing him to sleep. After being moved, Jing Yu woke up for a few seconds, opened her eyes blindly, and saw the man's lustful eyes, a touch of confusion flashed in her eyes from deep sleep. Yu Zeyao hooked her long hair and stroked her behind her head, revealing her clean cheeks. He looked at her with enduring pain and helplessness, "I will torture me when I sleep. I must owe you a lot in my previous life. ."

When Jing Yu heard this, he muttered half-dreaming and half-awake, "Then you let me go."

She said, going to get off the man. However, he hugged her buttocks and pressed her, not allowing her to move.

"This is what you say the most to me-don't say it in the future, I don't like to listen. Also, I won't let you go anytime."

In the last sentence, the tone is deeper and not meaningful.

Jing Yu didn't know if she listened or didn't listen. In short, she didn't speak any more, just slapped his chest and closed her eyes again.

Yu Zeyao couldn't sleep at all. Under one hand, it was her soft buttocks. Under the palm of the other hand is her delicate and soft face.

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On the other side, inside the vice president’s private hospital.

Wen Yanzhi was personally invited to the conference room by the attending doctor.

In the conference room, the entire treatment team sat. Seeing him coming in, they got up one after another. Wen Yanzhi only made a gesture, "Tell me the outcome of the injury and the treatment plan are more important. Sit down."

Everyone sat down one after another.

The attending doctor placed a film of his whole body under strong light, "Mr. Wen, the patient has six broken ribs, but fortunately, no other organs have been injured. A little treatment is fine. There is slight bleeding in the intracranial examination. If there is no next If the bleeding continues, we can preliminarily determine that it is safe and does not require surgery for the time being. It’s just...sadly the patient’s legs and hands..."

Wen Yanzhi was sitting at the very end, and when he heard the doctor say this, his hands on the table tightened. He didn't answer the call, but looked at the doctor coldly.

That look made the attending doctor very stressed.

The doctor wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said cautiously: “The patient suffered a comminuted fracture of his left leg and his right knee was severely damaged. Whether he can stand up after the operation depends on his recovery. Stand up again. But... if the recovery is not good, I am afraid that I will not be able to leave the wheelchair for the rest of my life.

Wen Yanzhi's fist clenched.

"What about the hands?"

"The condition of the left hand is a little better, only a slight fracture. But the right hand...the nerve damage is more severe. Even after healing, the right hand may never be able to do fine work or carry heavy objects."

Even though he had thought of this possibility a long time ago, Wen Yanzhi still felt shocked when he heard the doctor say so.

He was silent for a long time before he asked in a deep voice, "The right hand... is there no second possibility?"

The doctor shook his head, "If he wants to resume his activities and simply do some daily tasks, he must have perseverance. But if he wants to paint with this hand... I am afraid, there will be no hope anymore."

The meeting was over, Wen Yanzhi told everyone to leave. He sat alone in the empty conference room, motionless as if his soul had been drawn away.

The lights were all off, and he was hiding in the darkness, his expression full of dark haze.

He just sat there, not knowing how long he had been sitting. Until the door of the conference room was knocked. His people pushed in from outside, "Master, Master Jing is awake."

This sentence made him seem to have recovered his soul, and his eyebrows moved slightly. He stood up suddenly, but before he took a step, he stopped again. Excited to get away, replaced by a deeper guilt.

His hands were heavily pressed on the conference table, and the blue veins on his stretched hands protruded.

He had never been afraid of anything, but at this moment, he was actually afraid to stand in front of the young man.

He didn't know how to talk to him, how to tell him all the cruelty he was about to face.

I don't know how long it took before he finally seemed to have enough courage to take a heavy step. As if carrying a heavy object on his back, he walked to the ward step by step.

When Jing Rong woke up, he felt pain all over his body. Nothing is intact on the head, body, hands and feet. Even the ceiling in front of him was still turning for a long time.

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