Chapter 1917: Love Buried in Time (135)

Seeing solemnly, he nodded. "Sir, then I'll go out first."
Yu Zeyao said "um" from the nasal cavity as a response. Solemn without any extra words, he turned and went out.
The door of the ward was brought in. For a while, only two of them were left in the room.
Jing Yu sat on the bed and looked down at him with complex eyes. There was a thin mist in his eyes.
On the chest, it seemed like there was a strong emotion hitting her. She suddenly opened her arms around her neck. Face, close to his face.
Afraid to pull his wound, she moved very lightly.
Husband was full of arms, Yu Zeyao's frown frowned unconsciously. For a while, I just felt that the pain was not so obvious.
Raised her hand and hugged her back.
"Why are you here?" He asked. His voice is also dry.
Jing Yu didn't speak immediately, just hugged him so quietly, for a long time, the anxiety and worry in his heart gradually dissipated.
Afraid of crushing his wound, he moved away from his shoulder. Gaze matched his gaze, "Mo Huan brought me here."
"she was?"
Yu Zeyao raised her eyebrows. "What did she bring you here for?"
"If it wasn't for her telling me, I wouldn't know about your injury at all." Jing Yu looked at him. "Isn't you planning to tell me?"
"This is not a good thing, what can I say?" Yu Zeya raised his hand and touched her eyes, and could feel the wet touch on the eyelashes, "why?"
Jing Yu held his hand, his palms were cold.
"I didn't cry." Jing Yu sucked his nose. "Solemnly refused to tell me about Jing Rong, then you said."
Speaking of this, she paused and said, "Don't lie to me anymore, I know that others are still in the country."
"He's been there."
"Wen Yanzhi? Why is he still there?"
"I let Yan Zhi take care of him."
Jing Yu groaned for a moment, "Isn't ... Jing Rong hurt more than I know, but it's actually much more serious?"
Yu Zeyao took a deep look at her, in the end did not hide her, "I was afraid you could not stand the blow, so I did not tell you immediately. If it was not for you to discover, I did not intend to let you know so early.
Jing Yu listened, her heart was hanging in her throat.
"So what is he doing now? Is the injury still serious? How much has he recovered?"
Yu Zeyao looked at her, twitched his lips, and said hardly, "It's me who is still hurting a lot now."
Jing Yu saw that his face was pale and distressed, and he stopped the sound in time.
Now Jing Rong has Wen Yanzhi taking care of it, and there is definitely nothing going on.
"Then you want to sleep again?" Jing Yu asked him. He touched his forehead. Fortunately, he was still having a high fever last night, and now his fever has subsided.
She was relieved a lot.
Yu Zeyao shook his head, leaning on the pillow, holding Jing Yu's hand. Jing Yu's cell phone rang, and she took it out and saw that it was a colleague's phone call. Then she noticed that it was too late.
"My colleague's phone call should be to see that I didn't go to work. Call me to remind me."
"Then you go to work first."
Jing Yu looked at him and shook his head. "I still don't want to go. I'll call to ask for a leave."
Yu Zeyao was obviously satisfied with her decision. Jingyu held the phone and went out.
Then he opened the door of the ward and saw Mo Huan standing at the door. She didn't seem to know if she should go in, and the hand that knocked on the door raised and lowered. As soon as Jing Yu came out, she saw her hesitant look.
Mo Huan did not expect that Jing Yu would suddenly open the door, and there was a hint of embarrassment on his face.
Jing Yu smiled at her, "early."
"Early." Mo Huan glanced at the ward and looked at Jingyu with bloodshot eyes in her eyes. "You stayed here all night last night?"
Jing Yu nodded, "Anyway, I'm going to be a person when I go back, so I'd rather rest here."
Mo Huan nodded, "Ze Yao also definitely hopes you can accompany him here."
Jing Yu glanced at Mo Huan and laughed, "Ze Yao is awake, I'm going to make a call. If Miss Mo doesn't mind, please help me look at him, I'll be right back."
Mo Huan glanced at Jing Yu gratefully, "Okay. You go."

Yu Zeyao was asleep leaning on the bedside, and when he heard the opening of the door, he thought that Jing Yu had returned. Instinctively opened his eyes, but the goal was Mo Huan.
"How's it going?" Mo Huan went in and sat down beside the bed.
"Return."
"That's good. Your unconsciousness these days has really scared me."
"I heard you invited her here." Yu Zeyao glanced at Mo Huan and said solemnly, "Thank you."
Mo Huan smiled bitterly. It's hard to hide my eyes.
"I know you don't want to worry her, so you won't be asked to come here. Otherwise, which is my turn to be a good person? To be honest, if I can ... I don't want to invite her."
Yu Zeyao looked at Mo Huan's bleak complexion and groaned for a moment, only spit out the words, "Sorry."
"What's so sorry about feelings?" Mo Huan shook his head. He looked up and looked at the other person with deep eyes, "Ze Yao, I want to ask you a question."
"You ask. As long as I know, I know everything."
"If we don't have Jingyu, can we be possible?"
Yu Zeyao groaned for a moment before returning to the question, "If we can really get married, it must be a political marriage."
This answer is frank, but extremely cruel.
"Don't you always say that love comes first come first?" Mo Huan laughed at himself, "I appeared too early in your life than Jing Yu, but it seems that this is not useful."
"In fact, I met her a few years ago. I've been looking for her for the rest of the years."
Yu Zeyao's words surprised Mo Huan, "So, this is love at first sight?"
"Yes, it is love at first sight." A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and the look looked tender, making Mo Huan envious. This way, he had never seen her before. Obviously, it only appeared when Jingyu was mentioned.
"Goodbye later, this love became love." Yu Zeyao calmly said: "Even I felt caught off guard."
Mo Huan thought that this man probably didn't know that he was talking about touching love at the moment.
"But you know, if we don't marry. It's hard for me to persuade him to support you, my father."
"Right is indeed my most important goal. But now it can only be ranked second." Yu Zeyao has not changed much. "I have 30, and I should have a real home. Not Only inflated rights and desires. "
"I see." Mo Huan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. She hopes to bring the feeling of this man's family to herself, but this is no longer possible. She should have been uncomfortable, but he could bless the rest of his life with his lover.
"Don't worry, although we can't get married, my dad has always appreciated you. I think he will support you as long as I explain it to him."
Yu Zeyao looked at Mo Huan gratefully and thanked him solemnly again.
Outside the door, Jing Yu called back and heard their words clearly.