Chapter 1817

"Miss Jing, Mr. Yu, the old man's inspection has been finished."

Just then, the voice of the medical staff sounded. Jingyu returns to his mind, and the man standing in the wind in front of him also turns his head.

Now he saw Jingyu.

Under the gorgeous fireworks, two people's four eyes are opposite, but his eyes are a gloomy dark color.

What Jingyu wants to ask is, after all, to stop talking. Yu Zeyao put out the cigarette end in his hand and walked towards her. He put his long arm around her thin shoulder and said, "go in and have a look."

It's probably because the wind is too strong outside. Jingyu feels that his hand on his shoulder is cold and piercing. The cold, through her clothes, penetrated into her skin, cold to the blood vessels.

The frail old man is sent to the ward again. Jingyu lies on the edge of the bed and calls him softly.

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

However, the eyes slowly and leisurely rotation, fell on the side of the man, the original dull face suddenly a few more excited color. Like fear, uneasiness, and doubt, the godless eyes suddenly expanded and widened.

His hands were waving wildly with excitement, and his lips were struggling to move, as if to say something, but his throat was stuck by something hard and could not say anything.

"Dad, calm down!" Jing Yu is frightened by the old man's reaction and makes a voice to pacify him.

However, he did not mean to calm down, but more and more excited. I was so excited that I froze in my mouth.

"Dad Jingyu clasped the old man's waving hand, the other hand pressed his shoulder, trying to stabilize his mood.

However, this phenomenon did not improve at all. He saw that he was about to shock. However, his eyes were still fixed on Yu Zeyao, as if he were an enemy he hated.

Jing Yu looks back at Yu Zeyao, who is also looking at her. His eyes are like an ancient well.

Jingyu finds that he can't see through him at all.

"Can you go out and call a doctor for me? My dad may need a sedative."

Yu Zeyao said nothing but went out in silence. The door of the ward was taken, and his back was lonely and depressed.

Jingyu's heart sank again.

On the other side.

Thanks to Wen Yanzhi's careful care, Jing Rong's legs have improved recently. Although you can't walk as fast as you used to, at least you don't have to lie in bed all the time.

He can travel in a wheelchair. Occasionally, even can endure the pain to stand up, although not for long.

The only thing to his chagrin was that his hands were still weak, especially his right hand. He would tremble and fall to the ground with his chopsticks.

At first, Wen Yanzhi would buy a painting board and paint to let him have a try. To be more precise, it was to encourage him to actively carry out rehabilitation activities for his hands. However, since the last time Jing Rong was suddenly frustrated and completely knocked over all the paints, Wen Yanzhi emptied all his painting equipment from the house, leaving nothing left.

Jing Rong never mentioned painting again. Both of them seemed to have a tacit understanding to sweep the painting into the most dark corner.

Today is new year's Eve.

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

Jing Rong slept until dark in the afternoon. When I woke up, there was no sound in the whole room. It's dark. It's frightening.

The more important the day is, the more lonely people will be in the quiet environment.

Wen Yanzhi should also go back to his own home to reunite with his family!

A few days ago, his sister Wenxue has begun to call him back.

Recently, he was not used to the care of servants, but he was used to all kinds of noise at his bedside. So, now that he is suddenly so quiet, he is still a little uncomfortable.

Jingrong sat up and felt his wheelchair from the dark to the bedside. He wanted to sit in the wheelchair. However, just caught the wheelchair armrest, the room door, was suddenly pushed open.

The light outside, through the crack in the door. A tall figure was standing at the door in a bright light.

Jingrong subconsciously raised his eyes to see, the glare of the light let him unconsciously squint.

"Awake?" The people who will appear in this house at the moment, except Wen Yanzhi, will not have a second person.

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

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

"Wenxue asked you to go back for the Spring Festival."

"I have to go back." Wen Yanzhi looked down at him and said, "I have to take you with me."

"Where are you going?" Jingrong self mockery swept himself, some depressed, "I can't go anywhere."

It's not that he doesn't want to go back to see his sister and his father. But what is it to appear in front of them like this?"Come back with me, of course." Wen Yanzhi didn't like his self abandoning appearance. He lifted the quilt and lifted him from the bed. "Take a bath, change clothes, and go back to dinner with me. My mother has already called several times to urge you to go to bed. If it hadn't been for disturbing your sleep, I would have jammed you in the car with the quilt

Jingrong has been held by him for a long time recently, but he still feels that he is not used to it. He said grimly, "you let me down."

"Don't move. Give me peace. " Wen Yanzhi glared at him.

"The wheelchair at home is not a decoration. I can walk with a wheelchair."

"Little boy, can't you hold it?" Wen Yanzhi doesn't care about his discomfort. Jing Rong is much younger than him. He is ten years old. In his eyes, Jing Rong is a child of ten. Proud, awkward, but actually very good coax the child.

He said a few words, and Jingrong did not speak any more. Wen Yanzhi carried him to the bathroom and put him on the sofa beside him.

"Sit down and I'll get you some water."

Wen Yanzhi gave an explanation and turned to open the water valve of the bathtub. Then, looking at the various bottles and jars on the shelf, he asked, "which is the bath milk used in ordinary times?"

"The third white one on the right."

"What is this black bottle?"

"Medicine. You have to pour some in as well

"Enough, not enough?" Wen Yanzhi poured the black medicine into the water as he asked. He didn't stop until Jingrong said yes.

He turned around and went out to get him a bath towel.

On weekdays, these things are done by servants, but now it's his elder master Wen who is contracted by him. Jing Rong looks at the figure walking around in front of him, and his heart has ripples.

Although he always said that he should take full responsibility for his injuries, Jing Rong knew that he was not to blame at all for that incident.

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