Chapter 1788: Love buried in time (6)

"Sir, look at it, can you?"
"Yu Zeyao."
Suddenly the three words make Jingyu look confused, "Huh?"
He fixed her pretty eyes. "My name."
Yu Zeyao.
Jing Yu nodded. "My name is Jing Yu."
His eyes were dark, and there seemed to be something in the words, "I know."
Jing Yu froze for a moment, but Fu also thought that Professor Luo and him had mentioned it, so he didn't take it seriously. Just said: "Mr. Yu, take a look. If it doesn't work, I will try again."
The words had just fallen, and the car bumped suddenly. She has always been leaning towards her body. In such a situation, everyone can stand up, smashing his head heavily on the roof of the car, his body is not stable, and the whole person rushes towards the man in a trembling manner.
One hand rested on his sturdy shoulder, and one hand instinctively dragged his tie, holding him as if grabbing a life-saving straw.
The man sat upright, she rushed over like this, and he instinctively pinched her waist. Under the fingers, the girl's body was incredibly soft. The body is lightly scented, just a little medicinal. He had always disliked the taste of the medicine, but at the moment it felt really good.
"Sir, are you all right?" The driver in front turned his head.
"Why so?" Yu Zeyao asked. The person on his body probably hadn't responded yet, his hands rested on his shoulders. His hand that fell on her waist did not take it back.
"I just hit a big rock, but it didn't matter much." This is a mountain road, and the road is really difficult to walk.
"Slow down." Yu Zeyao was not angry.
Jing Yu didn't miss her, but she felt embarrassed and didn't know what to do. Only a moment later, she had hit him twice, and she almost suspected that she was deliberate.
"I'm sorry." She apologized. Move your fingers first and slowly move away from his shoulder. He looked down at him, bumped into his deep and long eyes, and was beaten. Later, he found that he was still dragging his tie, and even more sorry, "I scratched your tie."
"It doesn't matter." Yu Zeyao glanced at her, "Sit down?"
Men's voices are so good that they are extremely confusing.
Jing Yu noticed afterwards that he noticed that his hand was still resting on her waist. She was embarrassed, shoved his hand without any trace, and sat down again. This time, I kept some distance.
She had just been smashed at the top, and she didn't feel pain at the moment. Instead, she felt tingling on her head, and she was tingling with her whole body.
She tried to calm down, rubbing her hands above her head, as if nothing had happened. He didn't speak again.
After a while, she said, "Mr. Yu, when I get into the city, I'll take a taxi and go. Just find a place and let me down."
"Are you free every Friday afternoon?" He didn't answer Jing Yu's words, but asked back.
Jing Yu didn't know what he wanted to do, but still answered truthfully: "I work on the afternoon and evening on Fridays. The hospital is very busy."
He nodded and didn't answer again. I don't know what he asked for, but when he saw nothing, Jing Yu stopped asking.

The car drove into the city.
Jing Yu was about to get off, and Yu Zeyao didn't insist, let the driver stop at the side of the road. She got out of the car and thanked him. Yu Zeyao spoke to her from the lowered window. "It's hard today, see you next time."
see you later.
This is more polite.
They should never see each other again.
Jing Yu stood on the side of the road, watching the three cars disappear in the traffic. She walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus to return to the hospital.

As soon as Jing Yu returned to the hospital, Professor Luo called and asked about the situation.
"How is it? Madam satisfied? Didn't you say anything?"
"Should be satisfied."
"What should it be? What's your wife's attitude?"
"Mrs. fell asleep halfway and didn't say much. But Mr. Yu told me something like" hard work "on the road, I think it should be fine."
"Mr. Yu? On the road?" Professor Luo was particularly surprised. "Mr. Yu sent you back to the hospital?"
"No, it just picked me up. I entered the city and took a taxi back."
Professor Luo laughed, "This is a terrible treatment. I have seen Mr. Yu twice before, but I haven't seen him want to carry me. The beauty treatment is really different."
Jing Yu didn't take the joke to heart, and just walked to the outpatient department, and asked, "Teacher, what's the identity of this lady and Mr. Yu? I don't seem to look easy."
"Don't inquire about it. The patient's information is confidential, especially the wife is our super VIP client, can I say it outside?" Although Professor Luo said so, but said: "However, since you have met Mr. Yu, It won't be long before he will know his identity. "
Jing Yu is just asking.
I hung up the phone, put the phone away, and raised my hand, only to find that there was a men's tie clip on the cuff, and it was securely clamped on her sleeve.
This should be the flutter just in the car, which she brought down by the time he pulled his tie.
Although it is a small thing, it is also very valuable.
Jingyu was a little sorry, and put her tie in her pocket. I don't know if he will have a chance to return it to him in the future. It really doesn't work. I can only ask Professor Luo to take it with him when he goes to his wife next time.

the other side.
The car stopped slowly in the Senate.
Yu Zeyao got out of the car and came solemnly, his gaze fell on the tie. "Sir, this tie isn't tied properly. Let Yuan Yao come over and refresh it."
Yuan Yao is the life secretary of Yu Zeyao.
"Don't you hit?" Yu Zeyao glanced down, a slight radian from the corner of his lips, "It's fine, you don't have to do it any more."
Looking solemnly, he turned his head and understood.

For the next few days, Jingyu kept running on both sides of the hospital and dormitory. His father's condition did not improve, and he remained unconscious.
On the weekend, Jing Rong went to the hospital to see his father. Jing Yu took her back to the dormitory for lunch.
"Sister, is Jinnian going home?"
"She has been on a business trip for the past two days and has gone abroad. She will come back later." Jing Yu took the same dishes out of the refrigerator. "I will make your favorite corn shrimp for you. You watch TV."
Jing Rong didn't watch the TV and rushed into the kitchen. He is only 18 years old, but he is much taller than Jing Yu. Jing Yu watched him come in and kicked him away, "You go out, the smoke smells heavy inside."
"Sister, let me help you."
"What can you do for me? It will only help you more and more." Jing Rong has always been a jewel in the clothing, and the young master at home has no fingers.
What else did Jing Rong want to say? The cell phone in the hall suddenly sounded. Jing Yu pushed him, "Go and go, get me a cell phone."
Jing Rong went out and didn't move for a while. Jing Yu asked, "Who's calling?"
Jing Rong came to the door and looked dumb, and handed her mobile phone, "My mom."
Jing Rong's mother is also the stepmother of Jing Yu-Chen Wanzhi.