Chapter 1870

Liang Shengyi shook down and fell back.

Even so, he tugged at Jing Chaochen's clothes, as if grasping the last straw.

He fell out of the window, along with Jing Chaochen.

"No!" Jingyu is shocked for a moment. When he comes back to his mind, he reaches out and drags his father. However, her strength, where can drag two big men?

Jing Chaochen is more worried about his daughter. When Jingyu comes, he turns and pushes.

Father and daughter two four eyes on each other, Jing Chaochen's eyes reveal a strong reluctant to give up. There's a little peace. At least, he knew that her daughter had found a good home.

However, it is still a pity

He didn't see Jing Rong after all.

"Dad Jingyu's tears splashed out of her eyes. She got up and threw herself at the window.

Two figures fell from the window.

Liang Shengyi used his last remaining strength to touch the remote control of the time bomb.

Since they are all going to die, it's better to pull more of them.

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

Jing Chaochen found out his intention, gave him a heavy blow, remote control fell from his hand.

"Bang -" a huge bang, two people fall together on the first floor.

Bloodstain, instantly dyed green lawn.

"Ah..." Jingyu lies on the window and cries bitterly. The cry tears her heart and lungs. She only looks at it and turns around and rushes out like crazy.

The door just opened and bumped into the man's chest. Her eyes were flushed with blood and blurred. She couldn't even see who the other person was. She just struggled, "let me go! Let go of me

Yu Zeyao pitifully hugged her in his arms, "fish, it's me!"

"You let me go!" Jingyu pushes hard. She was on the verge of collapse and couldn't hear what the other side was saying. She just wanted to see her father now, and it would be nice to have a look.

Yu Zeyao held her in his arms, put his hands around the back of her head, and buried her tearful face in his chest.

"Fish, it's me! Calm down! Calm down, I'll go with you! " Every word of the man is very hard, close to her ear, thin, only say to her.

Jingyu leans in his arms and finally hears his voice and smells her breath. She gradually calmed down a little, holding Yu Zeyao's shirt in her hands, and suddenly burst into tears.

Crying like a child.

More and more people were watching. Yu Zeyao has been recognized by his neighbors. Cheng en has subdued the four men brought by Liang Shengyi.

Solemnly stepped forward and warned, "Sir, let's go down first."

Yu Zeyao nodded, "let the police come."

He released Jingyu slightly, picked her up and strode downstairs.

Downstairs, Jingyu pours on the flower bed. Yu Zeyao followed him.

In the eye, it is the red blood and brain. see the scene which is dreadful to one 's mind. The two men who fell in the pool of blood were already bloody.

"Dad

Jingyu rushes up and falls on the other side. She felt the artery on her father's neck. The pulse that didn't beat made her cry like rain,

"Dad, wake up!" Jingyu didn't give up, and his hand touched his wrist again. However, there is still no beat.

Yu Zeyao stood aside, full of unbearable. He turned his head and looked solemnly, nodded solemnly, stepped forward, and crouched to examine.

After a while, he whispered, "Miss Jing, Mr. Jing There is no breathing. "

Jingyu's heart was deeply grieved. At the next moment, he felt only darkness in front of him. The whole person fainted in a pool of blood.

"Dad..."

"Don't..."

"No!"

With a scream, Jingyu sits up from the nightmare. On the back, it's all wet. Two hands, were held by two people.

On one side is Yu Zeyao.

On one side is Jing Rong.

She opened her eyes to look into the worried eyes.

"Sister." Jingrong called her out. Obviously, he had already known the tragedy at home, and his eyes, which had always been calm, were red at the moment.

"Awake?" Yu Zeyao tightened her hand.

Jingyu's eyes move away from Jing Rong's face and see the man, his heart becomes more and more fragile. In front of this man, as if all fear, fear, panic, sadness are not covered.

She sat up from the bed, clasping her hands around him. Yu Zeyao closed his eyes and hugged her with open arms.

"I am. Jing Rong and I are here. "

Jingyu's eyes are sore and her tears are constantly flowing out. Yu Zeyao held her face and wiped away his tears.

Looking at them, Jingrong quietly withdrew from the room.

For a long time, Jingyu retreated from his arms and stood up half upright.

Yu Zeyao looked at her, "I'll worry about the funeral. You and Jing Rong only need to attend. If you have any special requirements or customs, please let me know in advanceJingyu shook his head and choked: "when can I visit my father?"

"When you calm down, I'll take you and Jing Rong along." Yu Zeyao put his thumb under her eyes. "You are a pregnant mother now. The doctor said that you should keep an open mind and not shed tears all the time."

Hearing this, Jingyu looked up and said, "do you know everything?"

Yu Zeyao sat at the head of the bed and held her in his arms with one arm. The lower jaw lowered her head, "well."

Jingyu turned around and buried his face in his chest. "Unfortunately, my father doesn't know I didn't even have time to talk to him

Yu Zeyao stroked her soft hair. "King Lao has a spirit in heaven. He can see it."

Dad has promised me He promised to meet you when you had time. I even thought about it and arranged for you to meet. But I didn't expect... "

At this point, her voice was hoarse again.

Yu Zeyao hugged her tightly, patted her on the back with his big palm, and comforted her.

Jing Rong walked out of their room and was about to walk to his bedroom.

A figure suddenly jumped out of the stairs. He was stunned. Wen Yanzhi came in a hurry, full of worry.

Seeing Jing Rong, the worry in his eyes hasn't had time to disperse. He is clearly seen by Jingrong. At the same time, the pain in Jing Rong's eyes did not come back in time.

Wen Yanzhi's heart aches. "You Are you all right? "

Jing Rong just shakes his head. Pushing the wheelchair into his room. He sat at the window, silent all the time.

Wen Yanzhi looked at the figure, only felt cherished. Nothing asked, quietly went forward, sat down on the bay window, facing Jingrong, sitting with him.

"Cry if you want, don't be afraid to lose face in front of me." Wen Yanzhi looked at him and spoke.

Jing Rong looked up at him and shook his head. Bitter way: "I really don't have a home now..."

"What has no home? What nonsense

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