Sixty-Seven: The Love Buried by Time (Sixty-Seven)

Jingyu took a sip of juice, moistened his throat, and then said slowly: "I was just thinking about the best words to describe you."

"Did you think of that?"

Jing Yu nodded, "I just thought of a word that suits you well - polite scum."

She said these four words in a calm tone, and if you just heard it from her tone, you wouldn't be able to tell that it was a curse.

Jing Yu originally thought he was going to get angry, but he laughed after hearing this, "It seems that I was really wrong. It turns out..."

At this point, he paused and looked up at her, his eyes deep and his tone ambiguous, "Are you still thinking about what happened in the room just now?"

"..."

Oops.

Jing Yu retorted in a low voice: "I didn't."

Yu Zeyao looked at her slightly red face, and the smile in his eyes deepened, "Eat more. The housekeeper said that you haven't eaten anything since yesterday."

No longer dwelling on the ambiguous topic just now, Jingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

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After the meal, it was already past three in the afternoon. Yu Zeyao was very busy. Even while eating, he kept talking on the phone.

Jing Yu didn't want her affairs to bother him anymore. When he finally hung up the phone, she put down the tableware and said, "Tell me Jing Rong's address. I'll just go there myself."

"I'll go with you." Yu Zeyao put away his phone, "Today's schedule during the day is free."

Jing Yu said ‘oh’, pushed the chair away and stood up. Yu Zeyao also stood up, and they came out of the restaurant side by side. Cheng En and Zhuang Yan were already waiting in the hall.

As soon as the two of them came out, Zhuang Yan gave him a look from a distance. Yu Zeyao glanced at Jing Yu and said, "You and Cheng En go to the car and wait for me."

"Okay." Jing Yu didn't ask any more questions and just followed Cheng En out.

Zhuang Yan came over in a few steps. Yu Zeyao was the first to speak: "Who did it? What is the purpose?"

"It was your uncle who did it. It seems to be for the key in Jing Chaochen's hand."

Yu Zeyao's expression turned colder.

"When something happened to the Jingliang family, I had already let go of the news. This thing didn't exist. Why is the finger pointed at the Jing family now?"

Zhuang Yan shook his head, "That's not clear. But if Yu Wenhua can do this, I'm afraid he got the exact information."

Yu Zeyao pondered for a moment, remembered something, and said: "Keep an eye on Liang Shengyi."

His eyes cast far away outside the house. Jing Yu was already sitting in the car, waiting for him. As if sensing his gaze, she suddenly turned her face. The eyes of the two people collided at a distance of tens of meters. His eyes became darker, and his face was still untroubled. However, when he spoke again, his tone became more dangerous and cruel, "There are some things that Jingyu shouldn't know. I hope she never has a chance in her life." Know that if Liang Shengyi dares to act rashly, there is no need to leave him a way out. "

He nodded solemnly, "I understand."

Only then did Yu Zeyao go in the direction of Jing Yu. The cruelty just now was still gone, and when facing her, it was replaced by rare tenderness.

Zhuang Yan looked at that expression and felt emotional. Before, he had always thought that his husband was interested in Dr. Jing, maybe just for fun and for other purposes, but now that he looked at it again, it seemed that it was much more than that.

A man's tough and sharp heart will gradually soften because of someone.

Jingyu had been worried about Jingrong, so Yu Zeyao called Wen Yanzhi on the way, "Jingyu and I are already on the way, please prepare over there."

This last sentence has a profound meaning.

Wen Yanzhi had known him for many years, and there was a tacit understanding. He was there, without much strength in his voice, "I understand, just come over."

Without much words, the phone hung up.

"Jing Rong is with Mr. Wen now?" Jing Yu asked after he hung up the phone.

"Yeah. Yanzhi rescued him."

"Oh." Jing Yu expressed his doubts, "I didn't know they were so familiar. Jing Rong never mentioned it to me."

"It's not particularly familiar." Yu Zeyao explained her doubts: "I heard from Yanzhi that it was because Jing Rong's teacher recommended him that he specifically asked Jing Rong to help him paint two paintings."

"I see." Jing Yu nodded, "I misunderstood him before."

"It's not a misunderstanding. He took the person away and kidnapped him from under his nose. He must bear most of the responsibility."

Jing Yu wanted to know Jing Rong's current situation, whether he was injured or not, and whether he was okay. However, the car had not arrived yet after a long detour, and she became more and more anxious. Finally, the car stopped at a private medical hospital.

Jing Yu was quite familiar with all the hospitals in the capital. She had done detailed homework when she was looking for a job, but she had never heard of this medical hospital.

The appearance is very unique, not like a hospital, but more like a holiday manor. If I guessed correctly, this should be a private hospital.

"Come on." Yu Zeyao got out of the car first, placing one hand on the side of the car in a gentlemanly manner, and reaching out to her with the other.

Jing Yu handed his hand to him. His palms were warm and generous. He gave her a gentle squeeze and wrapped her hand tightly. In such a cold winter day, Jingyu didn't feel how cold it was. She used his hand to get out of the car and looked at the manor in front of her, feeling a faint chill in her heart.

"This is a hospital." She said firmly. Even though it was done like a holiday estate, she was quite familiar with the various certificates from the Health Bureau hanging on the outside wall.

"..." Yu Zeyao did not answer directly, but just said: "Go in first."

Jingrong was injured.

Jingyu was mentally prepared. However, when she went up to see Jingrong lying on the bed, tears kept falling.

Jingrong was wrapped in gauze all over his body, lying on the bed, and even breathing was difficult. But when she saw Jingyu, she forced a smile on her face, "Sister, don't cry... I just look scary, but, actually... it's actually a small matter."

Jingrong lied. He also didn't want to make her worry.

"You are like this, and you still call it a small matter?" Jingyu turned to look at the nurse, trying to calm down and said: "All his test results, X-rays, CT, MRI, and medical records, show me."

"Oh, okay." The nurse was about to take it from the cabinet, and Wen Yanzhi had taken it out first. He exchanged a glance with Yu Zeyao standing beside him, and then said to Jing Yu, "It's just that a few ribs are broken, and there are slight fractures in the hands and legs. It will take several months to recuperate."

Wen Yanzhi tried to make his tone sound calmer. He glanced at Jing Rong lying on the bed, and then spoke in a lower voice, "I'm afraid the college entrance examination will be delayed, but he is still young and there is a long way to go. There will be opportunities in the future."

Jing Rong lay there, his heart full of pain, but he always kept smiling.

There is indeed a long way to go. But, in the future, I'm afraid there will be no chance again...

[Actually, I'm considering writing the two pairs separately~~Do you have any suggestions? 】