One Hundred and Forty-Four: The Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Forty-Four)

Hearing Jing Rong say this, Jing Yu felt better.

"Thanks to Yan Zhi for taking care of you during this period. When you are settled, I will go with you to thank him when I am free another day."

When mentioning that person, Jing Rong's face changed slightly, and his thin lips were tightly clenched.

Jing Yu found that he was not right, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Jing Rong shook his head, let his face return to normal, and said lightly: "I have already thanked him."

"I used to think that he was careless and not a good person. I really don't want you to get too close, worried that the ink will be black. But now I think he should be a good person. He took good care of you."

Jing Yu said this while packing for him.

"Sister, I will pack the rest myself. Don't you still have to go to work in the hospital?" Jing Rong did not respond to Jing Yu's words, but just changed the subject.

Jing Yu didn't know about him and Wen Yan Zhi, and didn't think about it in that direction. He just nodded and looked at the watch on his wrist, "I really have to go."

Jing Yu was relieved to settle Jing Rong with Yu Zeyao.

After leaving the vice president, she went to the hospital. Before going to work, she went to the ward to see her father Jing Chaochen.

Jing Chaochen's health improved, and now he can speak without any obstacles and can get up and walk a few steps.

"Dad, how do you feel today?" Jing Yu squatted beside his legs and gave him a massage.

Jing Chaochen nodded and asked, "Yu'er, the hospital staff said that you have switched shifts with others these days. Is there anything wrong?"

Jing Yu felt a little guilty and shook his head, "It's okay. My friend is sick, I took some time to see him."

"Friend? Which friend makes you so worried?" Jing Chaochen stared at Jing Yu, and his eyes seemed to see through her.

Jing Yu's heart trembled, and she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything. But fortunately, her father's next sentence saved her, "Is it the child of the Qi family?"

"Ah... yes, it's Jinnian." Jing Yu replied vaguely. Jinnian can only come out to take the blame now.

I don't know whether my father believed it or not. In short, his face looked much better.

Jing Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she heard her father ask, "Why haven't you seen that kid Shengyi recently? Is he very busy?"

Jing Yu's heart sank when she mentioned Liang Shengyi. She also wanted to see him again. She wanted to ask him in person whether Jing Rong's matter was related to him.

"I haven't contacted him again. Dad, if he appears in your ward again one day, please call me. I just want to ask him something."

Jing Chaochen looked at his daughter's expression, "Is it a serious matter?"

Looking at her father, Jing Yu naturally didn't dare to talk about Jing Rong's injury. She only said a perfunctory sentence or two and didn't dwell on the topic of Liang Shengyi.

Five days later.

Jing Yu was taken to the Vice President's Office.

She talked to Jing Rong in the hall. Jing Rong tried to paint with his left hand, and Jing Yu encouraged him. Yu Zeyao liked the lively atmosphere at home. Listening to the conversation between the two siblings, he felt an indescribable warmth.

He lived alone very early, and he and Zenan only lived together when they were young. Therefore, there are few experiences like theirs.

He was greedy for such a feeling, so he brought his work to the hall to work.

At this moment, a phone rang suddenly, breaking the warm atmosphere in the hall. The housekeeper hurriedly picked up the phone, responded respectfully a few times, and looked up and said: "Sir, it's Master Wen's call."

Jing Rong, who was painting, paused with his pen. However, it was only a pause of a few seconds. Before Jing Yu could see the clue, he had already picked up the pen again.

Every stroke was very reluctant.

Yu Zeyao answered the phone. They couldn't hear what Wen Yanzhi said on the other side. They only heard Yu Zeyao's "hmm" a few times. There seemed to be surprise in the single word.

After hanging up the phone, Yu Zeyao glanced at the backs of the siblings and said: "Yu'er."

"Hmm?" Jing Yu was helping Jing Rong hold the paint box. He turned around when he heard Yu Zeyao calling him.

"Didn't you always say that you wanted to thank Yanzhi in person?"

"Yeah."

"He'll be here in a while."

"That's just in time for me." Jingyu curled his lips.

Jingrong's face changed and he tightened his brush.

Yu Zeyao continued, "This time, he'll bring his girlfriend with him."

Jingrong took a deep breath and the brush in his hand swayed. Yu Zeyao's voice continued, "I've never seen him bring any girlfriend here before. This time, maybe he's serious."

Jingrong's eyes fell on the painting in front of him, and he was a little distracted.

Jingyu said, "I'm curious about what kind of girl can shock him and make him change his mind."

"We'll know after a look."

Jingyu turned around and saw Jingrong packing up the paint.

"Why don't you paint anymore?" Jingyu asked.

"I don't have any inspiration. Besides, the painting is really bad." Jingrong's expression was gloomy, "Sister, I'm a little tired, I want to go upstairs and rest for a while."

Jingyu thought that Jingrong's painting was not going well, so he was in a bad mood and didn't think much about it. He just comforted her: "Don't be discouraged, take your time. When Yanzhi comes over later, you should come down to say hello."

"Okay." Jingrong responded, put away the drawing board, and pushed the wheelchair up.

Jingyu looked at Jingrong's dejected back and sighed worriedly. Yu Zeyao also looked at the back, thinking.

"I hope Jingrong can cheer up a little." Jingyu sighed.

Yu Zeyao took her hand, pulled her to sit beside him, and asked: "Have you ever known Jingrong's private life?"

"What?" Jingyu didn't expect Yu Zeyao to suddenly change the topic to private life.

"Just... For example, does he have someone he likes, or has he had a girlfriend before."

"Why do you ask that suddenly?" Jingyu looked at him in surprise. He felt that his thinking was a little behind.

"Just asking casually. Isn't it said that depressed people need love and encouragement? If he has someone he likes, maybe he can ask the other person to encourage him." Yu Zeyao casually gave a reason.

Jingyu really believed it. After thinking about it seriously, he shook his head and said: "Jingrong should have never been in love or had a girlfriend. However, I have seen a little girl he liked before, and she was quite cute. But that was when he was a child. I really don't know if he has someone he likes now, and who it is."

Yu Zeyao nodded and said nothing more.

Upstairs.

Jingrong put down the paint board, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling above his head in a daze.

In his mind, he kept repeating the words he said the day he left Wen Yanzhi:

--Don't you want me to find another woman to marry and have children with? Wait!

--One day, I will definitely bring her to you to have a good look.

So, the woman he brought today was the woman he wanted to marry and have children with?