He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

"Miss Jing, Mr. Yu, and the old man's inspections are all finished."

At this moment, the voice of the medical staff sounded. Jing Yu returned to his senses, and the man standing in the wind also turned his head.

He saw Jing Yu only now.

Under the splendid fireworks, the two people faced each other, but there was a gloomy dark color in his eyes.

What Jing Yu wanted to ask, after all, hesitated to say something. Yu Zeyao put out the cigarette **** in his hand, walked towards her, wrapped her slender shoulder with his long arm, "Go in and take a look."

Probably because the wind outside was too strong just now, Jing Yu felt that the hand he was resting on his shoulder was cold and bitter. The cold, through the clothes on her body, penetrated into her skin, and it was cold to the blood vessels.

The weak old man was sent back to the ward, Jing Yu lay on the bedside and called him softly.

The old man seemed to be aware of it, and opened his eyes slightly. When I saw her, the dull eyes seemed to have a little brilliance.

However, the eyeballs turned slowly and slowly, and when they fell to the man next to him, a touch of excitement suddenly appeared on the originally sluggish face. Seemingly scared, uneasy, and suspicious, the godless eyes suddenly expanded and widened.

He waved his hands wildly with excitement, his lips flicked hard, as if he wanted to say something, but there was something stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

"Dad, calm down!" Jing Yu was frightened by the old man's reaction, and calmed down.

However, he didn't mean to calm down at all, on the contrary, he became more and more excited. Excited to foam at the mouth.

"Dad!" Jing Yu clasped the waving hand of the old man, and pressed the shoulder he was struggling to lift with the other hand, trying to stabilize his emotions.

However, this phenomenon did not improve at all, seeing that he was about to go into shock, but he still stared at Yu Zeyao firmly, as if that was an enemy he hated.

Jing Yu's gaze looked back at Yu Zeyao, and Yu Zeyao was also looking at her, his eyes as deep as an ancient well.

Jing Yu found that he couldn't see through him at all.

She spoke slowly: "Can you go out and call a doctor for me, my dad may need a tranquilizer."

Yu Zeyao didn't say anything, but went out silently. The door of the ward was closed, and his leaving back was lonely and depressed.

Jing Yu's heart sank again.

the other side.

Because of Wen Yanzhi's good care, Jing Rong's legs have improved recently. Although there is no way to walk like in the past, at least there is no need to stay in bed.

He can travel in a wheelchair. Occasionally, I can even stand up with pain, although it won't last long.

The only thing that frustrated him was that his hands were always weak, especially his right hand. Even holding a pair of chopsticks would shake and fall to the ground.

At first, Wen Yanzhi would buy drawing boards and paints and let him try it. More precisely, it was to encourage him to actively do hand rehabilitation activities. But since Jing Rong suddenly became extremely frustrated last time and overturned all the paints in his own desperation, Wen Yanzhi All painting equipment was completely emptied from the house, leaving no trace.

Jing Rong never mentioned painting again. Both of them seemed to have a tacit understanding, and swept the painting into the most invisible corner.

Today is New Year's Eve.

All the servants in Wen's villa were absent. Homecoming home, visiting relatives visiting relatives.

Jing Rong slept until dark in the afternoon. When I woke up, I couldn't hear any movement in the whole room. It's dark, making people panic.

The more important the day is, the more lonely and lonely a person is in a quiet environment.

Wen Yanzhi should also go back to his home to reunite with his family!

A few days ago, his sister Wen Xue had already started calling him constantly to urge him to come back.

Recently, I have not been used to the care of a servant, but I was actually used to Wen Yanzhi's various noises by his bed. Therefore, now it is suddenly so quiet, he is somewhat uncomfortable.

Jing Rong sat up and walked from the dark to the bed to touch his wheelchair, trying to get into the wheelchair. However, only after grabbing the wheelchair armrest, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

The light from outside came in through the crack in the door. A long figure draped in a dazzling light stood at the door.

Jing Rong subconsciously raised his eyes to look, and the dazzling light made him squint unconsciously.

"Wake up?" There will be people in this house now, except for Wen Yanzhi, there won't be a second person.

"Why are you still here?" Jing Rong was surprised to see him. However, the feeling of loneliness and helplessness in my heart dissipated in an instant.

"This is my house, I'm not here, where else can I go?" Wen Yanzhi turned on the light and walked straight in.

"Wen Xue asked you to go back to celebrate the New Year."

"Yes, I have to go back." Wen Yanzhi glanced down at him, "I have to take you with me."

"Where are you going?" Jing Rong ridiculed himself and scanned himself, a little frustrated, "I can't go anywhere."

It's not that he doesn't want to go back to see his sister and his father. However, what does it mean to appear in front of them like this?

"Of course it's going back with me." Wen Yanzhi didn't like his self-defeating appearance. He lifted the quilt and picked him up from the bed. "Take a bath, change clothes, and come back to dinner with me. My mother is already I made several calls to remind me. If I didn’t want to disturb your sleep, I would have jammed you in the car with the quilt."

Jing Rong has been hugged by him in this way recently, but he still feels unaccustomed in every way. He sternly said, "You let me down."

"Don't move around. Give me peace of mind." Wen Yanzhi glared at him.

"The wheelchair at home is not a display. I can walk in a wheelchair."

"Little boy, can't you hug it?" Wen Yanzhi didn't care about his awkwardness. Jing Rong is much younger than him, ten years old. In his eyes, Jing Rong is a full-fledged child. Proud, awkward, but actually very coaxing child.

He said a few words, and Jing Rong didn't say anything anymore. Wen Yanzhi hugged him to the bathroom and put him on the sofa aside.

"Sit down for a while, I will let you water."

Wen Yanzhi confessed and turned around to open the water valve of the bathtub. Then, looking at the various bottles and cans on the shelf, he asked, "Which is the usual shower gel?"

"The third white one on the right."

"What is this black bottle?"

"Medicine. Pour some in too."

"Pour so much, is it enough?" Wen Yanzhi asked as he poured the black medicine into the water, and he didn't stop until Jing Rong said yes.

Turned around and went out to get him a bath towel.

These things are usually done by servants, but now it is his Young Master Wen who contracted it all. Jing Rong looked at the figure walking back and forth in front of him with ripples in his heart.

Although he always yelled that he was solely responsible for his injury, but Jing Rong knew in his heart that he could not be blamed at all for the incident.

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