He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

Liang Shengyi shook his body and fell backward.

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

He fell outside the window, and even followed Jing Chaochen.

"No!" Jing Yu was stunned for a moment. When he recovered, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his father. But, how could her strength drag the two big men?

Jing Chaochen was even more worried that he would bring his daughter down. When Jing Yu rushed over, he turned around and gave him a push.

The eyes of the father and daughter met, and Jing Chaochen's eyes showed strong reluctance. There is a bit of peace again. At least, he knew that her daughter had found a good home.

However, it is still a pity...

He did not 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 exhausted his last remaining energy to touch the remote control of the time bomb.

Since it's going to die, it's better to pull a few more cushions.

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

Jing Chaochen discovered his intention and gave him a heavy blow, and the remote control fell from his hand.

"Bang——" There was a loud noise, and the two people all fell to the first floor.

The blood stained the green lawn instantly.

"Ah..." Jing Yu screamed in pain while lying on the window, the cry was heartbreaking, she just glanced at it, twisted and rushed out like crazy.

The door opened, and one head hit the man's chest. Her eyes were flushed with bloodshot eyes, and her eyes were blurred. She couldn't even see who the other party was, but struggled hard, "Let go of me! Let go of me!"

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

"You let me go!" Jing Yu pushed hard. She was approaching mental breakdown, and she couldn't hear what the other party said. She just wanted to see her father now, and it would be nice to have a look.

Yu Zeyao hugged her in his arms, put a big palm around the back of her head, and buried her tearful face on his chest.

"Yu'er, it's me! Calm down! Calm down, I'll accompany you down!" The man pressed every word to her ear carefully, only to tell her.

Jing Yu leaned in his arms and finally heard his voice and smelled her breath. She gradually calmed down, grabbing Yu Zeyao's shirt with both hands, and tears suddenly fell.

Crying like a child.

More and more people were onlookers. Yu Zeyao has been recognized by neighbors around him. Cheng En has subdued the four people brought by Liang Shengyi.

Step forward solemnly and reminded: "Sir, let's go down first."

Yu Zeyao nodded, "Let the police come."

He released Jing Yu slightly, picked her up, and strode downstairs.

When he got downstairs, Jing Yu pounced on the flower bed. Yu Zeyao followed.

What catches the eye is red blood and brain plasma. shocking. The two people who fell in a pool of blood were already bloody.

"dad!"

Jing Yu rushed forward and fell on the opponent. She touched her hands randomly and touched the artery on her father’s neck. The pulse that did not beat made her tears like rain.

"Dad, wake up!" Jing Yu didn't give up and touched his wrist again. However, there is still no movement.

Yu Zeyao stood aside, unbearable. He turned his head and glanced solemnly, nodded solemnly, stepped forward, and crouched to observe.

After a while, he whispered: "Miss Jing, Mr. Jing...has no breath."

Jing Yu felt agitated, and for the next moment, he only felt black before his eyes. The whole person fainted in a pool of blood.

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"dad……"

"Don't..."

"Do not!"

With a scream, Jing Yu sat up in shock from his nightmare. On the back, a piece of moisture is permeable. Two hands were held firmly by two people.

On one side is Yu Zeyao.

On one side is Jingrong.

She opened her eyes, looking into two pairs of worried eyes.

"Sister." Jing Rong called her out. Obviously, he already knew the tragedy at home, and his always calm eyes were also flushing red at the moment.

"Wake up?" Yu Zeyao tightened her hand tightly.

Jing Yu looked away from Jing Rong's face, seeing the man, his heart became more and more vulnerable. In front of this man, it seemed that all the fear, panic, panic, and sorrow did not need to be hidden.

She sat up from the bed with her arms around him tightly, and hugged him hard. Yu Zeyao closed his eyes and opened his arms to embrace her with pity.

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

Jing Yu's eye sockets were sore and tears continued to flow out. Yu Zeyao held her face and wiped away the tears with distress.

Looking at them, Jing Rong walked out of the room silently.

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

Yu Zeyao looked at her, "I will worry about the funeral. You and Jingrong only need to attend the funeral. If you have any special requirements or your customs, you can tell me in advance."

Jing Yu shook his head, choked up, "When can I go see my dad?"

"Wait for you to calm down, I will take you with Jing Rong." Yu Zeyao put his thumb under her eyes, "You are a pregnant mother now, the doctor said, you must keep your mood cheerful and you can't keep crying.

Hearing him say this, Jing Yu raised his head, "You all know?"

Yu Zeyao sat on the head of the bed, holding her in his arms with one arm. The chin lowered the top of her head, "Yeah."

Jing Yu turned around and buried his face on his chest, "Unfortunately, my dad doesn't know...I didn't even have time to talk to him."

Yu Zeyao stroked her soft hair, "Old Jing is alive in the sky, he can see it."

"My dad has promised... he promised me that he will meet you when you have time. I even thought about arranging you to meet for these two days. But... I didn't expect..."

At this point, her voice became hoarse again.

Yu Zeyao hugged her tightly, patted her back gently with his big palm, 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 of the stairs, and he was startled. Wen Yanzhi came in a hurry, full of anxiety.

Seeing Jing Rong, the worries in his eyes had not had time to dissipate, and Jing Rong could see clearly. At the same time, the pain in Jing Rong's eyes did not have time to calm down.

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

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

Wen Yanzhi looked at the figure from behind, only feeling sorry. Without asking anything, he silently stepped forward and sat down on the bay window, facing Jing Rong, sitting with him.

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

Jing Rong looked up at him and shook his head. Bitterly said: "I really have no home now..."

"What has no home? What silly thing to say?"

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