Sixty-Four: Deep Love Buried by Time (Sixty-Four)

She looked at him, "Where did the wound on your lip come from? Did you encounter gangsters? The gangsters even dare to attack you, so what will they do to Jingrong?"

The more Jing Yu asked, the more uneasy he felt. At the end of the question, her eyes felt sour and a layer of mist formed in her eyes. She seemed unwilling to let him see her in such a fragile state, turning her head to one side to avoid his direct gaze.

The more this happened, the more it made Yu Zeyao feel distressed.

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

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 those gangsters. Jingrong is safe now." Yu Zeyao didn't tell her the truth after all. He gently rubbed his chin on the top of her head, his voice was hoarse, but he tried his best to restrain himself and not let her Seeing any flaws, "Yanzhi is with him. I promise that no one can take him away from under Yanzhi's nose. He will be safe in the future."

It was probably the aura about him, or the feeling this person gave him. 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 his shoulder, and asked her to wrap it around his neck, "Sleep. After you sleep, if you want to see Jingrong, I will let you go at any time."

Jing Yu raised his eyes to look at him. He was lying on his back, and she was sleeping on her side, with her pillow on his chest. When she raised her eyes, she could only see his chin with a light layer of stubble. It can be seen that he is also very tired. Jing Yu originally had many things he wanted to ask him, but seeing how tired he looked now, a trace of unbearability flashed through his heart, and in the end he didn't say anything.

The hands around his neck didn't move away, they just stayed in this position, closing their eyes and forcing themselves to sleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but when Yu Zeyao half-opened his eyes in confusion, he felt her squirming slightly in his arms. As if she was cold, she instinctively leaned towards the source of warmth, her soft body pressed tightly against him.

Yu Zeyao's breathing became heavier and his body tensed. No man can tolerate the unintentional presence of a woman he has fantasized about for a long time.

His long arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against him, pressing her to sleep. After being moved, Jing Yu woke up for a few seconds, opened her eyes in confusion, and saw the man's eyes full of desire, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes while she was sleeping deeply. Yu Zeyao hooked her long hair and pushed it to the back of her head, revealing her clean and clear cheeks. He looked at her with hidden pain and helplessness in his eyes, "You have to torture me even when I sleep.

I must have owed you a lot in my previous life. "

When Jing Yu heard this, he murmured half asleep, "Then let me go."

She said, getting off the man. However, he held her hips and held her down, preventing her from moving.

"The thing you say to me the most is this - don't say it again, I don't like to hear it. And I will never let go of you at any time."

This last sentence has a deeper tone and a different meaning.

Jing Yu didn't know whether he heard it or not. In short, she didn't say anything anymore. She just rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes again.

Yu Zeyao couldn't sleep now. Under one hand, it was her soft and perky 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.

The entire treatment team was sitting in the conference room. Seeing him coming in, they all stood up. Wen Yanzhi only gestured, "Tell me the results of the injury and the treatment plan are more important. Everyone sit down."

Everyone sat down again.

The attending doctor placed the films of his whole body under the strong light, "Mr. Wen, the patient's ribs were broken six times, but fortunately no other organs were injured. A little treatment will be enough. There was slight bleeding during intracranial examination. If there is no As the bleeding continues, we can preliminarily determine that it is safe and no surgery is needed for the time being. It’s just...unfortunately, the patient’s legs and hands..."

Wen Yanzhi was sitting at the end of the table. Hearing the doctor say this, his hands on the table tightened. He didn't answer, just looked at the doctor coldly.

The look in his eyes made the attending doctor very stressed.

The doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and spoke cautiously: "The patient's left leg was comminuted and his right knee was seriously damaged. Whether he can stand up after the operation depends on his recovery. If the recovery is good, he may still be able to stand up. Stand up again. But...if the recovery is not good, I may not be able to get out of the wheelchair for the rest of my life."

Wen Yanzhi clenched his fists.

"Where's the hand?"

"The condition of the left hand is slightly better, with 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 lift heavy objects."

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

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

The doctor shook his head, "If he wants to regain his freedom of movement and do simple daily tasks, he must have perseverance. But if he wants to rely on this hand to paint again... I'm afraid there is no hope anymore."

The meeting was over, and Wen Yanzhi asked everyone to leave. He sat alone in the empty conference room, as if his soul had been taken away, and he didn't move.

All the lights were off, and he was hidden in the darkness, his face full of deep gloom.

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

This sentence made him feel like he had found his soul back, and his eyebrows moved slightly. He stood up in a flash, but before he took a step, he stopped again. The excitement was gone, replaced by a deeper guilt.

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

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

He didn't know how to talk to him, how to tell him about the cruel things he was going to face.

I don't know how long it took before he finally seemed to have enough courage and took a heavy step. As if carrying a thousand-pound weight, he walked towards the ward step by step.

When Jing Rong woke up, he felt pain all over his body. There was no part of his head, body, hands and feet that was intact. Even the ceiling in front of him was still spinning for a long time.