Seventy The Love Buried by Time (Seventy)

Yu Zeyao didn't even look at her again, he opened the door and walked out, the door slammed with a bang.

In such a quiet night, the sound was extremely abrupt. That sound seemed to hit Jingyu's heart, muffled and a little depressed.

She originally wanted to wait for him to come back and ask about his father, but now it seems that she can't ask tonight.

She lay on the soft big bed with messy clothes, and didn't move for a moment. Until she was sure that he would not come back, she gradually retracted her eyes from the door.

She grabbed the quilt and covered her stiff half-naked body.

She looked at the ceiling, and then slowly sat up from the bed holding the quilt.

Just moving like this, there was still a dull pain somewhere in her body.

She rested for a while, and the whole person was really relaxed, then got out of bed, picked a new set of pajamas and walked into the bathroom. When she was taking a shower, she found that there was a faint blood between her legs.

His action just now was fierce and strong, and it pierced very deeply, which was much more painful than last time.

Jing Yu recalled his rudeness just now, and felt more sad than angry. Perhaps, she was still expecting him to treat her tenderly, rather than turning all this into a deal or a game for him to pass the time.

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On the other side.

Yu Zeyao returned to his room.

He did not turn on the light, but just stood on the terrace and lit a cigarette. Looking from the terrace, the light was still on in the next room.

She only pulled a single layer of curtains at this moment, and he could vaguely see her walking.

His mind unconsciously emerged again with the wet look of her eyes just now. Making love with him, for her, was such a painful thing?

However, just today, he was even confident that she was not without feelings for him. Now thinking about it, I feel that my confidence is a bit ridiculous.

She is a stubborn person, probably, even liking someone is stubborn.

Yu Zeyao took another puff of the cigarette, extinguished the cigarette butt heavily, returned to the room, and called the housekeeper downstairs.

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Jing Yu used a hot towel to treat it a little bit.

After taking a shower, she felt better and her body didn't hurt as much as before.

However, her stomach was a little uncomfortable. She hadn't had a good meal for the past few days, which had upset her stomach. She took out the pills from her box and was about to take them. When she turned her head to look at the bedside, there was not even saliva in the cup.

She sighed and finally put the pills down. If she went out now, she might run into him again. After what happened just now, it was a bit awkward to meet him right away.

Jing Yu was thinking about it, and at this moment, the door of the room was knocked again.

She subconsciously looked up and heard the housekeeper's voice again at the door, "Miss Jing, are you asleep?"

"Not yet."

Jing Yu got up and opened the door. The housekeeper was followed by a servant.

"Good evening, Miss Jing." The housekeeper greeted respectfully and directed the servant to push the dining cart in.

"Thank you, thank you for your trouble." Jing Yu thanked her. She was really hungry now.

The housekeeper smiled and said, "The master specifically ordered us to bring it up, and also ordered the kitchen to make a meal that is easy to digest. Miss Jing, please try it and see if it suits your taste. If not, we will make another one."

Jing Yu was slightly startled.

She stared at the exquisite delicacies, and there was an irresistible fluctuation in her heart. He was such a careful person, why did he lose his temper for no reason just now?

She sat down and took a bite. She was worried and couldn't taste it.

The housekeeper stood aside and looked at her expression, and asked tentatively: "Miss Jing, how does it taste? Is it to your taste?"

Jing Yu came back to his senses, curled his lips and squeezed out a faint smile, "Yeah, it tastes very good."

"That's good. These dishes were listed by the master before you came here. He picked out the ones you like. I guess Miss Jing will like them."

Jing Yu's heart was moved again. She looked at the dishes, half believing and half doubting, "Did he list them himself?"

"Yeah."

"By the way..." Jing Yu looked at the housekeeper with a gentle look, "Is your master in a bad mood tonight?"

"No." The housekeeper thought for a while before saying, "I was in a good mood when I came back. Since Miss Jing came, the first thing the master did every time he came back was to ask if Miss Jing slept well and ate well. This is the second time I see the master caring so much about someone."

The second time...

Jing Yu pondered these three words in his heart, tasted a mouthful of soup, and asked casually, "Has she been like this to others before?"

"The first time was our master's mother." The housekeeper was afraid that she would misunderstand, so he quickly replied, "The master is very filial and treats the lady very well."

Jing Yu nodded.

There is no doubt about this. She has also felt it.

Jing Yu did not ask anything else. Perhaps because her stomach was filled, her mood improved a little compared to just now.

The housekeeper did not stay in the room, but led the servants out. When they left, Jing Yu was the only one left in the room. She looked at the meal in front of her and was slightly distracted again.

Since he was in a good mood when he came back, why was he so moody in front of her? She just took a nap, and it was not to offend him by sleeping.

Jing Yu was lost in thoughts, not noticing that his mind was focused on that bad man who lost his temper.

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The next day.

Jing Yu got up early in the morning, changed her clothes, and prepared to go to work at the hospital. She thought about rearranging her shift so that she could find some time to see Jing Rong. Besides, Jing Rong's hospital, where Yu Zeyao lived, was good, but it was too far from her, and it was inconvenient for her to take care of him, so she had to transfer Jing Rong to another hospital.

Moreover, they also had Dr. Fu Yichen in Beisiyuan Hospital. Only when Dr. Fu consulted Jing Rong again would she feel at ease.

Jing Yu went downstairs with her bag, and there was no man in the hall.

"Good morning, Miss Jing." The housekeeper greeted her.

"Morning."

Jing Yu nodded. Put down her bag and walked into the restaurant. He was not in the restaurant either.

He was so busy, so he must have left.

She lay in bed thinking all night last night, and felt that she should have a good talk with him about what happened last night. After all, he was the one who saved Jing Rong.

But she didn't expect that there would be no such opportunity today.

The housekeeper seemed to see what she was thinking. While directing the servants to set the table, he said, "The master is usually very busy. He went out early this morning."

"Oh." Jing Yu replied indifferently. He didn't say anything more and just ate breakfast quietly. After all, he was the vice president, so he naturally had a lot of things to do.

It seemed that no matter whether it was Jing Rong and his father or what happened last night, he could only talk to him in the evening.