One Hundred and Fifty-Six: Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Fifty-Six)

Liang Shengyi's body shook and fell backwards.

Even so, he pulled Jing Chaochen's clothes hard, as if grabbing the last straw to save his life.

He fell out of the window, and Jing Chaochen fell with him.

"No!" Jing Yu was stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses, she reached out to pull her father. But, how could she drag two grown men with her strength?

Jing Chaochen was more worried that he would drag his daughter down with him, and when Jing Yu rushed over, he turned around and pushed.

The father and daughter looked at each other, and Jing Chaochen's eyes showed strong reluctance. There was also a bit of peace. At least, he knew that his daughter had found a good home.

But it was still a pity...

He didn't see Jing Rong after all.

"Dad!" Jing Yu's tears splashed out of her eyes, and she got up and rushed to the window.

Two figures fell from the window.

Liang Shengyi used up his last bit of strength to touch the remote control of the time bomb.

Since they are all going to die, why not drag a few more people down with them?

As long as the bomb explodes, the whole community will suffer!

Jing Chaochen discovered his intention and hit him hard, and the remote control fell from his hand.

"Bang——" With a loud bang, the two fell to the first floor together.

The blood instantly dyed the green lawn red.

"Ah..." Jing Yu leaned on the window and screamed in pain. The scream was heartbreaking. She only took a look, turned around and rushed out like crazy.

The door was opened and she crashed into the man's chest. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, and her eyes were blurred. She couldn't even see who the other person was, and she struggled hard, "Let me go! Let me go!"

Yu Zeyao hugged her in his arms with regret, "Yu'er, it's me!"

"Let me go!" Jing Yu pushed hard. Her spirit was close to collapse, and she couldn't hear what the other person said at all. She just wanted to see her father now, just a look.

Yu Zeyao held her in his arms,

his big hand cupped the back of her head, and buried her tearful face in his chest.

"Yu'er, it's me! Calm down! Calm down, I'll go down with you!" The man spoke every word very hard, close to her ear, softly, only for her to hear.

Jingyu leaned in his arms, finally heard his voice, smelled her breath. She gradually calmed down a little, grabbed Yu Zeyao's shirt with both hands, and burst into tears.

She cried like a child.

More and more people gathered around. Yu Zeyao had been recognized by the neighbors around. Cheng En had subdued the four people brought by Liang Shengyi.

Zhuang Yan stepped forward and reminded: "Sir, let's go down first."

Yu Zeyao nodded, "Let the police come."

He let go of Jingyu a little, picked her up, and strode downstairs.

Downstairs, Jingyu threw herself on the flower bed. Yu Zeyao followed.

What caught my eye was the bright red blood and brain matter. Shocking. The two people lying in the pool of blood were already bloody.

"Dad!"

Jing Yu rushed forward and fell on the other person. She touched the artery on her father's neck randomly, and the pulse without a beat made her cry like rain.

"Dad, wake up!" Jing Yu did not give up, and touched his wrist again. However, there was still no beat.

Yu Zeyao stood aside, full of pity. He turned his head to look at Zhuang Yan, who nodded, stepped forward, and squatted to check.

After a while, he whispered: "Miss Jing, Mr. Jing... has stopped breathing."

Jing Yu's heart was in great pain, and the next moment, he felt that his eyes went black. The whole person fainted in a pool of blood.

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"Dad..."

"Don't..."

"No!"

With a scream, Jing Yu sat up from the nightmare. His back was soaked. Both hands were held tightly by two people.

On one side was Yu Zeyao.

On the other side was Jing Rong.

She opened her eyes and saw two pairs of worried eyes.

"Sister." Jing Rong called her. Obviously, he already knew about the tragedy at home, and his eyes, which were always calm, were now red.

"Awake?" Yu Zeyao tightened her hand.

Jing Yu's eyes moved away from Jing Rong's face, and when she saw the man, her heart became more fragile. In front of this man, it seemed that all the fear, panic, panic, and sadness did not need to be concealed.

She sat up from the bed, clasped her hands tightly, and hugged him tightly. Yu Zeyao closed his eyes, opened his arms and hugged her tenderly.

"I'm here. Jing Rong and I are here."

Jing Yu's eyes were sore and tears kept flowing out. Yu Zeyao held her face and wiped away her tears with heartache.

Looking at them, Jing Rong silently withdrew from the room.

After a long time, Jing Yu withdrew from his arms and half stood up.

Yu Zeyao looked at her, "I'll take care of the funeral, you and Jingrong just need to attend. If you have any special requests, or if you have any customs, you can tell me in advance."

Jingyu shook her head and choked: "When can I go see my dad?"

"When you calm down, I'll take you and Jingrong together." Yu Zeyao put his thumb under her eyes, "You are a pregnant mother now, the doctor said that you have to keep a cheerful mood and not cry all the time."

Hearing him say this, Jingyu raised her head, "You know everything?"

Yu Zeyao sat at the head of the bed and hugged her in his arms with one arm. He lowered his chin to the top of her head, "Yeah."

Jingyu turned around and buried her face in his chest, "Unfortunately, my dad doesn't know... I didn't even have time to tell him."

Yu Zeyao stroked her soft head, "Mr. Jing is still alive, he can see it."

"My dad has already agreed... He promised me that he would meet you when you have time. I even thought about arranging a meeting between you two in the past two days. But... I didn't expect..."

Speaking of this, her voice became hoarse again.

Yu Zeyao hugged her tightly, patted her back gently with his big hand, and comforted her.

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Jing Rong walked out of their room and was about to walk towards his bedroom.

A figure suddenly jumped out from the stairs, and he was startled. Wen Yanzhi came in a hurry, full of worry.

When he saw Jing Rong, the worry in his eyes had not yet dispersed, and Jing Rong saw it clearly. At the same time, the pain in Jing Rong's eyes had not yet disappeared.

Wen Yanzhi's heart ached. Asked: "Are you... okay?"

Jing Rong just shook his head. Pushing the wheelchair into his room. He sat at the window, always silent.

Wen Yanzhi looked at the back and felt pity. Without asking anything, he silently walked forward, sat down on the bay window, faced Jingrong, and sat with him.

"If you want to cry, just cry. Don't be afraid of losing face in front of me." Wen Yanzhi looked at him and said.

Jingrong looked up at him and shook his head. He said bitterly: "I really have no home now..."

"What do you mean by no home? What nonsense are you talking about?"