Good Morning, Mr. President!

"What?" The doctor was surprised when she heard her request. Then, I was a little worried, "Ms. Jing, do you want to ask the husband first about the contraceptive pill?"

After all, everyone in the hospital knows that at the beginning, Mr. Xing started teaching them to prepare nutrition products and prepare for pregnancy.

"Prescribe the medicine first, and I will talk to him after taking the medicine." Jing Yu explained, "Last night he drank alcohol. In case of pregnancy, I also worry about the child's health."

Her worry was not without reason.

The doctor considered it and nodded. "Then I will prescribe a medicine and let the person bring it over. Miss Jing will just wait."

"Okay, thank you."

Jing Yu nodded, thinking of it, and asked, "Doctor, how long will it take for my dad to wake up completely and be able to speak?"

"Miss Jing is assured that it will be very fast. If the situation is good, maybe these days. The situation is almost a month or two. As soon as you wake up, you will sooner or later recover."

Jing Yu only nodded and didn't ask any more.

She turned and turned back to the ward. In the ward, Jing Yanchen was half-conscious and awake. Jing Yuxi looked at his weakness and weakness, and her mind was full of the scene of his father's fall that day. To her, it seemed like a nightmare.

But how did that happen?

Jing Yu thought a little bit dreamy.

The door of the ward was pushed open at this time, and a little nurse came in, "Ms. Jing, this is the medicine the doctor gave you."

"Thank you." Jing Yu got up and picked up. A small box of pills with several tablets. She briefly looked at the instructions, and after a moment of hesitation, she still swallowed two cups after pouring a cup of warm water from the bedside.

She sat with her father for a long time at the hospital and spoke to him gently. He was much more peaceful and not as excited as before.

In the evening, Jingyu's cell phone ring suddenly. A strange number is displayed on the phone screen.

Without thinking much, she put it in her ear. Before speaking, I heard a familiar voice over there:

"Fish, I'm back."

This sound, Jing Yu is too familiar.

Liang Shengyi ...

His voice was agitated, but Jing Yu heard it in his ears, but his heart was still, there was no fluctuation at all.

From the day he left, there was no longer any relationship between them.

"Either come back." Jing Yu only returned, his voice indifferent.

She wanted to hang up, but Liang Shengyi stopped her: "Fish, let's meet!"

"No need, do you need help?"

Liang Shengyi restrained his love there, mutely, "Yuer, where do you live now? I have seen Qi Jinnian, and she said that you are no longer together."

"If you're okay, I'll hang up first. I'm busy here."

She said to hang up. However, the mobile phone was only an inch away from my ear, and I heard a deep voice asking, "Are you really with the Vice President?"

Jing Yu was awkward when he heard the person mentioned. The ghost was terrible, and leaned the earpiece again, "Jin Nian told you?"

This is the default,

Liang Shengyi had unbearable chest pain, and was unwilling. Although I was mentally prepared from the first day of my departure, when I really knew it, the pain couldn't be suppressed.

"Fish, I told you long ago that he is not a good person. He is close to you and has his purpose, why do you fall into his trap?"

Jing Yu remembered what he said the last time he called himself.

Last time she only naively thought that he intentionally hurt the other party. After all, he didn't even know who the other party was. But now, when I hear it again, I feel that there is a lot in it. Seems not as simple as I thought.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Yuer, you haven't thought about it. Our wedding, I obviously prepared everything, why did I leave suddenly? My biggest wish since I was a child is to marry you as a wife. How could I suddenly leave you, or even ... give up our love and future? "Every word of Liang Shengyi's words contained deep pain and helplessness.

Not false.

"Yuer, haven't you always wanted to know why your father and my father suddenly came to this step? The two of us, the family broke down, don't you want to know the originator?"

When Liang Shengyi said this, Jing Yu suddenly stood up.

A stun in my heart.

It felt like something was being torn apart by the blood, but she couldn't bear the truth.

"I will wait for you in the old place where we used to eat. If you really want to know these facts and wonder if Yu Zeyao has other plans for you, you will come here. I will wait here for you! Wait until you show up until!"

Before waiting for Liang Shengyi to say anything, Jing Yu severely cut off the phone.

She breathed heavily.

Sitting on the bed froze for a long time.

I don't know how long it was. It seemed like I finally made up my mind, whispered to my father, whispered something to the caregiver, and walked out of the ward with my bag.

Every step is taken very heavily.

As if carrying a heavy load.

Ahead, waiting for her is the abyss. But she had to move on.

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When Wen Yanzhi wandered outside, it was already afternoon when he returned to the Wen family.

Father Wen and Mother Wen are chatting with guests coming to the New Year in the meeting room. Wen Xue was so diligent that she pulled Jing Rong to teach her to draw in the small living room.

Wen Yanzhi stood at the door and saw only the quiet face of the teenager.

Wen Xue's painting is simply a ghost symbol, but she has no idea of ​​how she is still painting.

Look for praise.

Jing Rong obviously couldn't export the words of praise, just pursed his lips, and euphemistically said, "Compared to Wen Yanzhi's painting, this is already a superior work."

"Is that right? When I was a kid, I said that the boy had no talent." Wen Xue complacent.

At the end, he looked at the watch on his wrist. "Shit, I've been out all day and night, and now I don't know which woman is fooling around."

Jing Rong said nothing.

Wen Xue turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. "Brother Xiaorong, are you sad?"

Jing Rong's clear eyes looked at the upper right of her painting, "The shadow is a little heavier here, you try again."

Wen Xue clenched her cheeks and flirted with **** big eyes. "Your boyfriend ran out to look for flowers and asked Willow, can you be so calm?"

Jing Rong pursed his lips again. Then, correct her seriously, "I and he are just friends-we are all straight. Miss Wen, don't make such jokes in the future."

Wen Xue laughed.

What a serious little fart!

She was called Sister Wen just now, but now she is called 'Miss Wen'. She stared at a figure standing at the door, and let go: "That is to say, you don't like it at all?"

Jing Rong remembered the noisy and fancy man, with long eyelashes hanging down slightly. "He doesn't seem to be particularly attractive."