Chapter 1929: Love buried in time (147)

Yu Zeyao lay down, put one hand behind his head, and glanced at her.
Had it not been for Jingrong, he really didn't have to worry about Wen Yanzhi. He can be subdued, whether it's a woman or a man, that's a good thing. But Jing Rong is her brother.
It is difficult for him to imagine how Jing Yu would react if he knew it.
"Why do you look at me like that?" Jing Yu asked.
"Thinking about another thing." Yu Zeyao turned the topic. "Have you watched the hot news on the Internet recently?"
"What news?"
"It's a matter of legislation," he said. "The legalization of same-sex marriage is a major issue for the legislature to discuss next."
"This is a matter for the Legislative Yuan, do you have to worry about it?"
"Almost." Yu Zeyao answered vaguely. Long fingers stroked her round shoulders and asked tentatively, "How about you? Can you accept that your friends or relatives are homosexual in love?"
Jing Yu thought seriously, "Now the society is very open, and there are many people with same-sex love around us, and we also have them in the department. Everyone has been right, no wonder. They really love each other, and of course I am blessed. . "
"Huh ~" Yu Zeyao nodded.
"No more talking about this." He lay down, leaned sideways, and faced her. Fingers rubbed her chin, "Jing Rong said he wanted to go back to school. He is inconvenient now, and I'm not assured. I want to hear your opinions."
"Let him go if he wants to go. I'm afraid of being at home all day long. I'm afraid he's thinking wildly. Also, his culture lesson has to keep up. It's just his painting ..."
"Take your time, don't expect his injured left hand to match a good right hand after only a few days of training. We all need to give him time."
"I'm afraid he's pushing himself too hard."
"He is only 18 years old and has time in the future. Moreover, Jing Rong is a mature child and he is very good at regulating his emotions. For other children, he may have collapsed because of such a big accident." Yu Zeyao said: " If he wants to study, I have no opinion. However, he is in a special situation. One is that he cannot be allowed to live in school. The other is that he must bring a professional nursing staff. You must talk to him about these two points. "
Jing Yu listened to his well-organized arrangements, but felt that the endless warmth of his heart passed by.
The warmth given by this man is not only confined to her, but also her beloved family. Maybe they met earlier, and his father wouldn't fall to the point of falling.
Jing Yu was moved, his hands clasped him closer, and he was closer to his chest.
Yu Zeyao enjoyed the feeling of being embraced by her, her charming lips bent, "What's wrong?"
"Thinking about one thing—" Jing Yu said, "If you find me earlier and let me fall in love with you earlier, my dad may not sleep for so long before waking up. Jing Rong may not hurt like this ...
Yu Zeyao raised her chin, "regretted it?"
"I won't regret it. You are just right."
Yu Zeyao looked at her with deep eyes, looking at the tender feelings that she unconsciously revealed, and her eyes were much deeper. He whispered, "Your father will be discharged tomorrow?"
"How do you know?" She hadn't had time to tell him.
"What can I do not know about you?" He sighed. "That is ... starting tomorrow, you can't come to sleep with me again?"
Jing Yu nodded, "No."
Yu Zeyao frowned. "When are you going to showdown with your father?"
"... Find a chance." Jing Yu said: "I have to bring Jing Rong also, some lobbyists help me, I am more sure."
"Don't let me wait too long. Otherwise, I will probably show up myself."
"No, no, no." Jingyu repeatedly rejected him. In order to show his strength of refusal, he rose up and looked at him from the bottom of the line. There is no chance to persuade my dad. "
Yu Zeyao wrapped her arms around her and hugged her and pressed herself.
Jing Yu whispered, holding her hands by the pillow. He raised his head slightly and kissed her lips deeply.
The hands burning on her waist became tighter and tighter, as if to embed her in her body.
Jing Yu also eagerly kissed him back. This time, after separation, she didn't know if she could adapt to sleeping alone.
It hasn't separated, and the perseverance in the heart is spreading.
Let two people kiss, the deeper they kiss ...

Jing Rong started to go to school.
Fortunately, at Wen Yanzhi, he had a tutor, so his homework soon followed.
Because of his special circumstances, teachers and classmates at the school took special care of him.
The girl who accompanied him to the painting exhibition last time was at the same table, so he took care of him a lot.
Wen Yanzhi passed this school several times inadvertently, then entered the campus unintentionally, and then unintentionally went to the floor where Jing Rong was teaching. He always saw them sitting together to review their homework.
This stinky boy always ignores him and is too cold, but he is very gentle to girls.
Wen Yanzhi tried to rush in several times and asked him a question, but in the end he left again. Why is he? Who is Jing Rong? No one is!
Last time he took a woman to confuse him in front of him, but instead he left with a full stomach.
Jing Rong had nothing at all.
He didn't care at all, not at all!
Ze Yao was right, his deeds couldn't figure out the 18-year-old kid!

Tonight.
Jing Rong finished his homework, just turned off the lights and was ready to sleep. The phone suddenly rang loudly.
He took the phone and saw the number displayed on it, his eyes were stunned.
Wen Yanzhi.
He didn't pick it up immediately, but set it aside and waited for a while.
The bell stopped and he waited quietly, when he rang again, he picked it up and put it in his ear.
"Hey."
"Are you asleep?" Wen Yanzhi's voice came from there. Obviously, drunk.
This man really drank again.
He whispered, "Well."
"I didn't sleep, I can't sleep." Wen Yan sighed, her voice hoarse.
Jing Rong glanced at the time, it was already 11pm.
"You always drink so late, it's strange to be able to fall asleep."
"If I don't drink, I won't be able to sleep." Wen Yan sighed. "I just want to hug you to sleep. I can definitely sleep if I hug you."
There was coquettishness in his tone, especially childish.
Jing Rong softened, "... you're drunk."
Voice also softened a lot.
"Drunken shit! If I'm drunk, I fall asleep and fall asleep, and have to bother to think of you? To find you?
Jing Rong frowned and asked, "Where are you?"
"You are downstairs."
Jing Rong lifted the quilt and got off the bed. He moved to the window without using a wheelchair. Sure enough, a dim light outside saw a familiar car parked there.
"You came by yourself?" Jing Rong was angry, his face was tight.
"of course."
"You drove like this ?!" The teenager was even more angry.