Chapter 1857

Yu Zeyao sat on the sofa and held her by one hand. "I don't mind if you want to take care of your father. But, Jingrong, you can give it to me."

"Let Jingrong be with you?"

"Well." Yu Zeyao said, "with him here, I don't have to worry that you won't come back to me in the future, will you?"

Jingyu was funny, "so, you used to hold my father hostage, but now you are holding Jingrong hostage."

Yu Zeyao's eyes were deeper. "But you know, what I want to hold is you."

A man's words, let Jing Yu's heart pass a little sweet. She laughed and said, "although your sweet words are very useful to me, the premise is that I have to ask Jingrong what I mean first."

"Of course. I will fully respect his decision. "

Jingyu said, "I'll go to Yan's door to thank him some day. Come with me when you are free. "

"Well." Since she insisted, Yu Zeyao nodded.

Two people are waiting in the hall for the youth to come, and Jingyu is looking forward to it. From time to time, I look out.

Finally

A car, into her view.

Almost immediately, Jingyu got up from the sofa and ran to the door. Yu Zeyao was a step slower than her and followed.

The vehicle stopped, Wen Yanzhi looked at the huge mansion in front of him, and frowned slightly.

Where is this?

"Master Jing, here we are." It was not Wen Yanzhi who sent him, but the driver.

When he came out, Wen Yanzhi was always in the room and never came out. Even Jingrong didn't have time to say goodbye and thank you.

"Where is this?" Jing Rong asked

"This is the vice presidential palace. Master Wen ordered you to be sent here. " The driver explained and took the wheelchair out of the trunk. Jingrong props up the body and slowly moves out.

"Jingrong!" At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came.

Jingrong was surprised.

Looking up, you can see Jingyu coming out of the house.

Her hands spread out and hugged Jing Rong excitedly. Although Jingrong's legs can occasionally stand for a while, but they are not able to exert their strength. When they are so rushed over, they shake their bodies in confusion and lean against the car body to stabilize themselves.

"Sister." Jingrong stands firm and hugs Jingyu back.

When he stood for a while, his legs hurt badly. Seeing the sweat on the boy's face, Yu Zeyao stepped forward and reminded him, "OK, fish, you should release Jingrong first. You make him uncomfortable

Jingyu's recollection is only a matter of hindsight, and he quickly releases Jingrong.

"Jingrong, let me have a look! How about your injury? Is it still serious? " Jingyu was worried and looked him up and down.

Jingrong shook his head and laughed, "it's OK. It's better."

Yu Zeyao personally took the wheelchair from the driver's hand and pushed it over, "sit down first."

Jingyu also found that Jingrong was suffering a lot, and his heart ached. Want to say what, suddenly feel throat tight, a word can not be said.

Jingrong nodded to Yu Zeyao gratefully, "thank you brother-in-law."

This address, Yu Zeyao a Zheng, and then, Yang lip a smile, "thank you."

Jingyu has been worried about Jingrong's injury, and has no intention to listen to such a dialogue between the two men. She watched them enter the vice presidential palace.

"Miss Jing, Mr. Jing, I'll go back first." The driver said goodbye to her.

Jingyu recalled, "wait a minute."

She asked the driver, "how is Jingrong's injury? Do you know where he's hurt?"

"I always pick up young master Jing. In addition to hurting his leg, young master Jing also hurt his hands badly before. At first, I couldn't take care of myself. Now my hands are a little better. But I heard that it's impossible to hold a brush with my right hand. "

The driver's words were very plain, but Jingyu was struck by lightning.

You can't take care of yourself

Even Can't hold a paintbrush anymore?!

She couldn't imagine what kind of huge blow it was for her Jingrong.

Paintbrush is the weapon of his life. Painting is his persistent dream.

Jingyu stood there, looking at the driver's car, only to feel acid in his eyes. She sucked hard, and then pressed down the sour and astringent air. Change to a relaxed posture and turn back into the house.

If all this is done by Liang Shengyi, then he is too terrible!

Jingyu is ready to go back to the house. She thought, she can't let Jingrong live here.

During the most painful period of his life, she, as a sister, had not taken care of him and did not give him comfort. Then, in the following time, she could not let him leave himself.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he did not open his mouth to express his meaning. He only heard Yu Zeyao open his mouth: "I have discussed with Jing Rong, and he will live here with me."

“……” Jing Yu was stunned. So fast?She looked at Jingrong, squatted down and looked at him flat. "Jingrong, I have to ask your opinion. I have to respect you. And don't worry about embarrassing me. I... "

"Sister, brother-in-law said, only if I live here, you will have more chances to meet him." Jingrong cut off Jingyu's words and said with a smile, "I think my brother-in-law is very good. I hope you can meet more."

“……” Jingyu said nothing, "is that really the reason?"

"And..." Jing Rong's eyes are serious, "I don't want you to be too tired."

Jingyu sighed and touched his head. "I hope I can accompany you all the time."

"I hope so. But I'm a boy and I can't be taken care of by you all the time. "

Jingyu held back his sour eyes and nodded, "OK, I respect your meaning. You want to live here. Live here. I will come to see you often

Jingrong smiles. Look up at Yu Zeyao. Yu Zeyao shrugged, "I didn't lie to you."

Wen Yanzhi's idea is really good. With Jing Rong here, she must come back and forth more than once a day.

Yu Zeyao asked the housekeeper to clean up the room in advance. Jingyu is packing for him in person. In the box, only a few sets of clothes, the rest are textbooks and picture books.

Jingyu looks at those picture books, and feels sad. For fear that he would see his mood affected, he only silently pressed the picture book at the bottom of the cabinet.

This small movement, Jing Rong hair, smile, "sister, you don't have to hide. My most vulnerable time has passed. "

Jingyu looks up.

He reached out and said, "give me your picture book. I'm used to putting it at the head of my bed and looking at it before I go to bed and wake up. "

Jingyu is sour in his heart, but he still puts the picture book at the head of the bed. She thought for a while and said, "Jingrong, my sister won't give up on you, and I hope you don't give up yourself."

"Sister, I didn't give up." Jingrong took the picture book and said, "my right hand is useless, but I have figured it out..."

"Well?"

"I still have my left hand. The injury to the left hand is not as bad as the right hand. I'm going to practice now, and maybe one day I'll still be able to make paintings that satisfy me. "

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