Chapter 1782

She looked at him. "How did the wound on your lip come from? Did you meet a gangster? If the gangsters dare to attack you, what will they do to Jingrong? "

The more Jing Yu asked, the more upset he felt. At the end of the question, her eyes became sour and hazed. She didn't seem to want him to see her fragile appearance. She turned her head to one side to avoid his direct gaze.

The more so, the more painful Yu Zeyao felt.

He lay on his side, clasping his big palm on the back of her head and burying her face in his chest. The temperature of a man's body is closely covering him. For a moment, it seems that the weakest and softest place in the bottom of his heart is touched by something. The sour feeling of Jingyu's eyes is inexplicably accumulated more.

She put her hand on his shoulder, "is something wrong with Jingrong? Tell me the truth, I can accept it."

"This injury has nothing to do with those gangsters. Now Jingrong is very safe." Yu Zeyao didn't tell her the truth after all. He rubbed his chin on her head, his voice was hoarse, but he tried his best not to let her see any flaws. "Yanzhi was accompanying him. I promise, no one can take him away from Yan Zhi's eyes. He'll be safe from now on. "

It's mostly his aura, or the feeling that this person gives himself. Jingyu feels that his words are convincing for no reason.

The bitterness in her eyes gradually dissipated. Yu Zeyao grabbed her hand, put it on his shoulder, and let her encircle his neck, "sleep. Sleep well, you want to see Jingrong. I'll let you go at any time. "

Jingyu looked up at him. He was lying on his back, and she was sleeping on her side. When she lifted her eyes, she could only see his chin with a faint layer of stubble. I can see he's tired, too. Jingyu had a lot of questions to ask him, but looking at his tired appearance at the moment, a trace of impatience passed in his heart, and finally he did not say anything.

The hands around his neck did not pull away, but kept the position, closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

I don't know how long he slept. When he half opened his eyes, he felt her wriggling slightly in his arms. Like cold, instinctively towards the warm heat source, her soft body close to him.

Yu Zeyao's breathing was aggravated and his body was tense. No man can stand the woman who has been imagined for a long time.

His long arms around her waist, he carried her to himself, and pressed him to sleep. After being moved, Jingyu wakes up for a few seconds. She opens her eyes in a daze and sees the man's eyes full of desire. Her eyes, which are deep in sleep, are confused. Yu Zeyao hooked up her long hair and stroked it to the back of her head, revealing her clean and clear cheek. He looked at her with a kind of pain and helplessness. "Sleeping also torments me. I must owe you a lot in my last life."

When Jingyu heard this, he murmured, "then you should let me go."

She said, to get off the man. However, he hugged his buttocks and pressed her to stop her moving.

"That's what you said to me the most - don't say it later, I don't like listening to it. And I won't let you go at any time

In the last sentence, the tone is more profound and has no meaning.

Jingyu didn't know whether she heard it or not. In short, she didn't speak any more. She just put her pillow on his chest and closed her eyes again.

Yu Zeyao couldn't sleep at all. One of her hands is her soft and curly hips. Under the palm of the other hand is her delicate and soft face.

On the other side, in the vice president's private hospital.

Wen Yanzhi was personally invited to the meeting room by the attending doctor.

In the conference room, there was the entire treatment team. Seeing him come in, they got up. Wen Yanzhi only made a gesture, "it's important to tell me the result of the injury and the treatment plan. Sit down. "

They all sat down again.

The attending doctor put the film of his whole body in the strong light, "Mr. Wen, the patient has six broken ribs, but fortunately, no other organs have been injured, so we can make some treatment. There is slight hemorrhage in intracranial examination. If there is no further bleeding, we can preliminarily determine that it is safe and there is no need for surgery for the time being. It's just Unfortunately, the patient's legs and hands... "

Wen Yanzhi sat at the very end of the table. When he heard the doctor say this, his hands on the table tightened. He didn't answer. He just looked at the doctor coldly.

That look put a lot of pressure on the attending doctor.

The doctor wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and carefully opened his mouth: "the patient's left leg is comminuted with fracture, and his right knee is seriously damaged. Whether he can stand up after the operation depends on his recovery. If the recovery is good, maybe you can stand up again. But If the recovery is not good, I'm afraid that I can't get out of the wheelchair for a lifetime

Wen Yanzhi clenched his fist.

"Where's the hand?"

"The left hand is a little better, just a slight fracture. But the right hand Nerve damage is more severe. Even after healing, I'm afraid that the right hand will never be able to do fine work and carry heavy objects. "

Even though he had thought of this possibility for a long time, Wen Yanzhi still felt greatly shocked by the doctor's words.After a long silence, he asked in a deep voice, "right hand There is no second possibility? "

The doctor shakes his head. "If he wants to get back to his natural state and simply do some routine work, he has to have perseverance. But if you want to draw with this hand I'm afraid there will be no more hope. "

After the meeting, Wen Yanzhi asked everyone to leave. He sat alone in the empty conference room, motionless as if his soul had been taken away.

All the lights were out, and he was hiding in the dark, and his face was full of deep haze.

He just sat there, I don't know how long he sat. Until the door of the conference room is knocked. His people pushed the door in from outside, "young master, master Jing is awake."

This sentence, just let him seem to have recovered the soul, eyebrow heart slightly moved. He "Teng" to stand up, but, before a step, he stopped. The excitement subsided, replaced by a deeper guilt.

Hand heavy pressure on the conference table, stretch the blue veins on the hand are protruding.

He, who had never been afraid of anything, was afraid to stand in front of that young man at the moment.

He didn't know how to talk to him, how to tell him all the cruelty he was going to face.

I don't know how long, he finally seems to have enough courage, heavy step out a step. As if carrying a heavy load, step by step to the ward.

When Jingrong wakes up, she just feels pain all over her body. On the head, on the body, on the hands and feet, there is no place is intact. Even, the ceiling in front of me is still turning for a long time.

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