Sixty The Love Buried by Time (Sixty)

"Yu'er, what's going on? The vice president's people came over and asked me to help you pack your luggage because you're going on a long trip?"

Jingyu didn't know how to tell Jinnian that she was going to move to Yu Zeyao's place. She sighed, "If they want to move, let them move. Nian Nian, I won't be back recently, so you should move back home. It's always unsafe for a girl to live alone outside."

Qi Jinnian heard that her tone was wrong, "Did something happen?"

"Nothing serious." Jingyu didn't want to tell her about Jingrong, but it just added to her worries. "Next time we meet, we'll talk about it in detail. One or two sentences on the phone can't explain it clearly."

Qi Jinnian sighed, "You always like to keep everything in your heart. If you don't want to say it, I won't ask you. But, Yu'er, if there is really something, you must speak up if I can help."

Jingyu listened to Qi Jinnian's sincere words, and his originally cold heart warmed up at this moment. She smiled, "Don't worry, I won't be polite to you."

"That's good." Qi Jinnian said, "Then I'll help you pack your suitcase now. Hey, is there anything you must bring?"

For Jingyu, everything was nothing special. After thinking about it, there was only a small gold locket that her father gave her before the accident, saying that Jingrong was wearing it when he was born. Jingyu asked Qi Jinnian to help her put the little thing into the box.

"Miss Jing, the master told you last night that you can choose any room in the whole mansion - see which room you like." The housekeeper led her upstairs.

Jingyu looked at the extremely spacious room and said, "It's all good. It's up to you."

As long as it's not the master bedroom.

What difference does it make where she sleeps.

The housekeeper heard her say this and took her to the room closest to the master bedroom.

Jingyu stayed in the room all afternoon and didn't go anywhere. She didn't even go downstairs for dinner. At this moment, she had no intention of thinking deeply about her situation, and her heart was all about Jingrong, whose life and death were uncertain.

The sky gradually darkened.

The dusk faded away and the night fell. Jing Yu waited in the room but never saw Yu Zeyao.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, she finally couldn't hold back and went downstairs.

"Miss Jing,

do you want to eat something? You haven't had dinner yet." The housekeeper saw her and asked hurriedly, "The kitchen has been heating up dinner."

Jing Yu's face was not very good. Even if she hadn't eaten anything all day, she was not hungry at all at this moment. She just glanced at the door and asked the housekeeper, "Is Mr. Yu not back yet?"

"Not yet."

"Then when does he usually come back? Or, has he called back?"

The servant just thought she was waiting for the vice president and was anxious, and smiled and said, "Mr. is very busy every day, and the time he comes back every day is uncertain. Otherwise, you can eat something first, rest early, and wait while resting?"

Jing Yu saw the housekeeper's face and knew that the housekeeper had misunderstood, but at this moment, she really didn't want to explain so much.

She just shook her head and went upstairs again. He took out his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I don't know how his search for Jing Rong and Wen Yanzhi went.

This night...

Jing Yu waited all night, but Yu Zeyao didn't come back, not even a phone call.

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On the other side.

In the dark and damp place, Jing Rong had a cloth covering his eyes and couldn't see anything.

He had just been knocked unconscious. Suddenly, a bucket of cold water was poured down on his head. He was so cold that his teeth were trembling, and his drowsy thoughts suddenly became much clearer.

He took a hard breath, and the next moment, someone grabbed his short hair, and his body tied to the chair was pulled back.

The other party was very strong, as if he wanted to tear his scalp off.

His face was covered with blood.

"Boy, if you keep talking back, you can't blame me if you die here today!" The man's voice echoed in the empty space.

"Do you really want to know the password so much?" Jing Rong's voice was already weak. Every word he said was trembling.

"Don't you dare talk nonsense to me!" the man yelled. After a whole night of interrogation, with no results, the other party obviously lost his patience.

"Then come here..." Jing Rong touched his bloody lips.

The man looked down at him, "I don't think you can do anything!"

As he said this, he squatted down slightly and put his ear close to Jing Rong. Jing Rong took a breath, and he opened his lips to bite the man's ear. He refused to let go after biting it, as if he had used all his strength to suck milk.

"Fuck! Fuck you!" The man roared in pain and tried to push him away, but Jing Rong bit him tightly and couldn't get away no matter how hard he struggled.

Seeing that his ear was about to be bitten off by him, the man yelled at the people next to him: "Damn it! You are all dead, why don't you pull this kid away!"

Those who were originally very sleepy also perked up at this time. Several strong men rushed over and pulled Jingrong away.

The man finally broke free, raised his hand to cover his ear, and felt the hot blood on his ear. The veins on his face were irritated.

"Fuck! You dare to bite me? Are you tired of living?" The man cursed, picked up the chair next to him and smashed it towards Jingrong.

Jingrong was tied up there, unable to move. The chair fell over and hit him hard. His head was immediately broken and bleeding. He smelled the pungent smell of blood, and felt dizzy and dizzy. There was no wound on his body, but at this moment he didn't feel any pain.

It was as if his soul floated out of his body.

"I'll kill you!" With a low curse, his tied body and the chair were picked up by the strong man. Then he was smashed down again. With a "bang", his head hit the ground heavily, making a sound.

Jingrong didn't know where he was at the moment. Maybe, he will die here today...

He bit his lips tightly and didn't even hum.

"Boss, the master said that we can't kill this kid!" Seeing that the situation was not right, someone came up to dissuade him.

"You also know that we have said that we can't kill him, but we can always cripple him." The man said, kicking Jingrong's leg hard. Jingrong's lower lip was bitten and bleeding. The next moment, he was hit by several kicks from the other party. He heard the sound of his bones breaking, and finally couldn't bear the pain, so he wailed.

"Oh no, boss! It seems someone is coming!" someone shouted.

"Who is it? Is it someone sent by the master?" The man finally stopped.

Jing breathed a sigh of relief, but his thoughts were getting more and more blurred.