Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Miss Jing." Solemnly has found her and said hello to her.

Jing Yu found that his face had been relieved a lot at the moment, and his mood was also relieved. "Is the surgery done?"

"Well. It just ended."

"Have you hurt your internal organs?"

"The bowel is slightly damaged and has been repaired."

Jing Yu frowned. "The intestinal recovery cycle is usually very slow. You can't eat for more than half a month. You should also pay attention to any abnormalities in the anastomosis. Anti-inflammatory is indispensable every day."

"Well, the doctor just explained it."

"That's good." Jing Yu heard solemnly said this, nodded his head, hesitated, and asked, "Then ... is he awake now?"

"I don't know yet. If Miss Jing is worried, she might as well go up and take a look." She looked at her solemnly with a smile, "If you see Miss Jing, your wound will recover faster."

Jing Yu feels that this solemnity is also smooth. Where is she and Yu Zeyao?

"Then I'll go up and take a look." Jing Yu looked solemnly smiling, pursed her lips, and added a little embarrassment: "My roommate is still waiting for me at home. It's late, I need to be faster go back."

After saying this, I regret it again. This explanation is really superfluous. It sounds like I'm guilty at all.

She was annoyed that she was too restless. Did not say anything to the solemn, went straight upstairs. The solemn state seemed to be unintentional behind him, but also a clear and intentional reminder: "Ms. Jing, the bedroom you slept last time was the bedroom of your husband, you can just push the door in."

Jing Yu's heart fluctuated and rippled. I woke up the other day to see the furnishings and size of the room, but at this moment I was sure to hear solemn statements. How can a cautious and arrogant person like him, when he brings a woman back for the first time, dare to take her directly into his master bedroom without any precaution?

To say that she was special to him was that she couldn't convince herself to take the idea. It is more persuasive to say that he is in a hurry.

She thought, maybe it was just a whimper!

I woke up and wanted to play a bag with her, so I woke up and took her into his bedroom.

Jing Yu thought so, and she felt that her mind was much brighter. Go upstairs, open the door of the master bedroom, and go straight in.

Inside, Yu Zeyao hadn't awoke yet, just lying quietly on the bed. Nothing was worn on the upper body. The thin quilt was covered all the way to the chest, exposing a strong and seductive chest. One arm was pressed on the quilt, and the other was placed beside the bed, infusion.

Jing Yu glanced at him, glanced over his chest, and unconsciously remembered the pictures of himself and him in the car. His face was still hot and his lips were hot.

Well, what do you think about this?

She is embarrassed. I dared not look at it any more, but just fell to the bedside and glanced at the large amount of medicine left by the doctor. I checked it one by one and confirmed that there was no problem before putting it back in.

After reading the medicine, it was boring and boring. It was more than 8 o'clock and he still didn't wake up. Jing Yu dropped his gaze on his face unconsciously. He fell asleep quietly, extremely quiet, with five-dimensional facial features, exhilarating, and aristocratic elegance. If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, it's probably hard to associate such a person with such words as ‘Hei 丨 Dao’ and ‘Huo Bing’.

With the previous experiences of his father and Liang family, Jing Yu was unconsciously unwilling to have any relationship with ‘illegal’ — that would not have any good results.

She thought haphazardly, and the light in her eyes noticed that the other side of the bed had been laid with the coat she had just put on him. Jing Yu didn't think much, leaned slightly, his arms crossed over him to get the jacket over.

As soon as the hand touched the clothes, before the time to retract it, the wrist was suddenly reached and clasped.

His palms were cool, like he was soaked in ice, and even though he was injured at the moment, his hand was very strong, as if he had crushed her wrist, leaving her slightly subconscious. Frown and look at him.

I saw him half-opened for a moment, and the light from his head was cast down in those bottomless eyes, lining his eyes like the dark night sky, but it was probably because he was not too awake at this moment. There was a faint mist in front of me. But he did not hide his sharpness and vigilance in the slightest.

The majesty in his eyes made Jing Yu startled, and he struggled subconsciously, pulling his hands back.

"Is it you?" He seemed to see it clearly, without letting go. Her eyes were always fixed on her, but her eyes were much slower than before, "You haven't left yet?"

His voice was still dumb, with weakness, but better to listen to.

Jing Yu felt that at this moment he really shouldn't pay attention to whether his voice is good.

Pull back to God before returning to him, "Your subordinates said, I can't just leave without you until you wake up."

She still kept the posture of bending down, the soft black hair slid down from her shoulder, and she raised her hand subconsciously behind her ear. Under the light, her unintentional gesture stained the woman's beauty and beauty. Undercurrent Yu Zeyao surging, "So, are you waiting for me to wake up?"

"That's right." She looked at him, and his aggressive look made her feel a little confused. It felt like she was going to swallow her whole body, which made her feel dangerous and uncomfortable. Don't look away, and calmly pulled again, "Since you are awake now, let's say solemnly and let the driver take me out from here. If I'm in trouble, I don't have to send it to the urban area, so I can get It's just a car. "

"what time is it now?"

"More than eight."

"Did you have dinner?"

Jing Yu shook her head. "No appetite."

Yu Zeyao looked at her with a smile, and she seemed afraid that he thought too much, and quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong. What happened to me today has never been seen in my life. It's very disturbing."

Yu Zeyao looked at her with faith. After she finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and dragged her to his chest. After Jing Yu was shocked, he subconsciously arched the body that was about to be pressed against his abdomen, and supported the other hand on the bed.

"What are you doing?" She glared at him from top to bottom. The long hair fell, and the tail of his hair swept across his chest. The good-looking eyebrows were wrinkled tightly, and his face was taught solemnly, "If you mess up like this, it's easy to burst your newly stitched wound and repaired intestines. If the infection becomes inflamed, the situation will be very bad- This is not something a patient should do. "

"Do you usually teach your patients this way?" Yu Zeyao raised her hand and pulled her scattered hair behind her ears.

Few people now dare to teach him so loudly except his father. But he couldn't get angry at all. At the bottom of my heart, there is a wonderful sense that cannot be said.