Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Ms. Jing, Mr. Yu, the inspection of the old man is done."

Just then, the voice of the medical staff sounded. Jing Yu looked back, and the man standing in the wind turned his head.

He saw Jing Yu only now.

Under the splendid fireworks, two people face each other, but his eyes are dark and gloomy.

What Jing Yu wanted to ask was, after all, to stop talking. Yu Zeyao extinguished the cigarette **** in her hand, walked towards her, and wrapped her skinny shoulder with her long arms. "Go in and see."

Probably the wind just outside was too strong, Jing Yu felt that his hand resting on his shoulder was cold and biting. The coldness penetrated her skin through the clothes on her body, and it was cold to the blood vessels.

The weak old man was reintroduced into the ward, and Jing Yu lay beside the bed and gently called him.

The old man seemed to notice it, and opened his eyes slightly. When she saw her, the dull eyes seemed to have a little luster.

However, slowly and slowly turning his eyes, when he fell to the man next to him, his original dull face suddenly felt a little more excited. Seeming to be scared, uneasy, and confused, the godless eyes suddenly expanded and expanded.

He waved excitedly with both hands, his lips beating fiercely, as if trying to say something, but something was stuck in his throat, and nothing could be said.

"Dad, calm down!" Jing Yu was frightened by the response of the old man, soothing.

However, he did not mean to calm down, but was getting more excited. Excited to foam up.

"Dad!" Jing Yu clasped the old gentleman's waving hand, the other hand pressed the shoulder he was struggling to lift, trying to stabilize his emotions.

However, this phenomenon did not improve in the slightest. He saw that he was about to be shocked, but he stared at Yu Zeyao as if he were a hate he hated.

Jing Yu's searched glance looked back at Yu Zeyao, and Yu Zeyao was also looking at her, and his look was as deep as an ancient well.

Jing Yu found that he could not see him at all.

She said slowly: "Can you go out and help me call a doctor, my dad may need a tranquilizer."

Yu Zeyao said nothing, but went out silently. The door of the ward was brought in, and his departing figure was lonely and depressed.

Jing Yu's heart sank again.

the other side.

Due to Wen Yanzhi's careful care, Jing Rong's legs have improved in recent times. Although I couldn't walk immediately like I used to, I didn't have to stay in bed all the time.

He can travel in a wheelchair. Occasionally, I can even stand up in pain, although I can't hold it for long.

The only thing that made him sorrowful was that his hands were always weak, especially his right hand, and even holding a pair of chopsticks would tremble and land on the ground.

Initially, Wen Yanzhi would buy artboards and paints for him to try. More accurately, it inspired him to actively do hand rehabilitation activities. However, since Jing Rong suddenly fell to the extreme last time, after the violent abandonment all overturned the paints, Wen Yanzhi Then all the painting equipment was completely emptied from the house, leaving no trace.

Jing Rong never mentioned painting again. Both of them seemed to have a tacit understanding, sweeping the painting into the corner of the least visible.

Today is New Year's Eve.

All the servants in Wen's villa were absent. Go home, visit relatives.

Jing Rong slept until dark in the afternoon. When I woke up, there was no sound in the whole room. Dark, panic-stricken.

The more important the day, the more lonely and lonely a person is in a quiet environment.

Wen Yanzhi should also return to his home and reunite with his family!

A few days ago, his sister Wen Xue had begun to call constantly to urge him to return.

I haven't been accustomed to the help of maids these days, but I'm used to Wen Yanzhi's various noises near his bed, so suddenly he's so quiet now, and he's a little bit uncomfortable.

Jing Rong sat up and touched his wheelchair from the dark to the bed, and wanted to go to the wheelchair. However, I just caught the wheelchair armrest and the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

The outside light came in through the door slit. A long figure stood in the door in bright light.

Jing Rong looked up subconsciously, and the dazzling light narrowed his eyes unconsciously.

"Awake?" There will be people in this house at the moment, except for Wen Yanzhi, there will be no second person.

"Why are you still here?" Jing Rong was surprised to see him. However, the feeling of loneliness and helplessness in my heart disappeared in an instant.

"This is my home. I'm not here. Where else can I go?" Wen Yanzhi turned on the light and went straight in.

"Wen Xue asked you to go back to Chinese New Year."

"Yes, I have to go back." Wen Yanzhi looked down at him, "I have to take you away."

"Where to go?" Jing Rong scoffed at himself, frustrated, "I can't go anywhere."

He didn't want to go back to see his sister and his father. But what kind of appearance is it in front of them?

"Certainly go back with me." Wen Yanzhi didn't like his self-abusive look, opened the quilt, and hugged him from the bed. "Take a bath, change clothes, and go back to dinner with me. My mother has I called several times to remind you, if I didn't want to make you sleep, I would have stuck you in the car with the quilt. "

Jing Rong has been hugged by him like this recently, but he still feels uncomfortable. He froze. "You drop me down."

"Don't move around. Give me a break." Wen Yan glared at him.

"The wheelchair in the house is not furnishing. I can also use a wheelchair."

"Little fart, can't you hold it?" Wen Yanzhi didn't care about his awkwardness. Jing Rong is much younger than him, a full ten years old. In his eyes, Jing Rong is a perfect child. Proud and awkward, but actually a good kid.

He said a few words, Jing Rong did not say anything more. Wen Yanzhi hugged him into the bathroom and put him on the sofa aside.

"Sit down, I'll put you water."

Wen Yanzhi explained, and turned to open the bathtub valve. Then, looking at the various bottles and cans on the shelf, he asked, "Which is the usual bath milk?"

"The third white on the right."

"What is this black bottle?"

"Medicine. Pour some in too."

"That's enough, is it enough?" Wen Yanzhi asked as he poured the black medicine into the water, until Jing Rong said yes, he stopped.

Then he turned and went to get him a towel.

These things are usually done by servants in the weekdays, but now it's his master Wen Da contracting. Jing Rong looked at the back and forth walking in front of himself, with ripples in his heart.

Although he always screamed that he was responsible for all his injuries, Jing Rong knew very well that there was nothing to blame him for that incident.