One Hundred and Six: The Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Six)

"What?" The doctor was surprised for a moment when he heard her request. Then, he was a little worried, "Miss Jing, do you still need to ask Mr. first about your contraceptive pills?"

After all, everyone in the hospital knew that Mr. had mobilized a lot of people to prepare nutritional supplements for pregnancy.

"Prescribe the medicine first. I will talk to him after getting the medicine." Jing Yu explained, "He drank alcohol last night. If he really gets pregnant, I am also worried that the child will not be healthy."

Her worries are not unreasonable.

The doctor considered it and nodded, "Then I will prescribe a prescription and have someone send the medicine over. Miss Jing just wait."

"Okay, thank you."

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

"Don't worry, Miss Jing, it will be soon. If the situation is good, it may be these few days. If the situation is a little worse, it will be one or two months. As long as he wakes up, he will recover sooner or later."

Jing Yu just nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

She turned and went back to the ward. In the ward, Jing Chaochen was half-conscious. Jing Yu looked at his weak and powerless appearance in a daze, and her mind was full of the scene when her father fell from the building that day. To her, it was like a nightmare.

But how did the incident happen at that time?

Jing Yu was a little absent-minded.

The door of the ward was pushed open at this time, and a young nurse came in, "Miss Jing, this is the medicine given to you by the doctor."

"Thank you." Jing Yu stood up and took it. A small box of pills, with several tablets. She simply read the instructions, hesitated for a moment, and finally poured a cup of warm water from the bedside and swallowed two tablets.

She sat with her father in the hospital for a long time, talking to him gently. He was much calmer and not as excited as before.

In the evening, Jing Yu's mobile phone rang suddenly. A string of unfamiliar numbers was displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.

Without thinking much, she answered the call and put it to her ear. Before she opened her mouth, she heard a familiar voice from the other side:

"Yu'er, I'm back."

This voice, Jing Yu was too familiar with.

Liang Shengyi...

He spoke excitedly,

But Jingyu listened to it, but her heart was as calm as water, without any fluctuation.

Since the day he left, there was no connection between them.

"It's good to come back." Jingyu only replied indifferently.

She wanted to hang up the phone, but Liang Shengyi called her: "Yu'er, let's meet!"

"There's no need for that. Do you need help?"

Liang Shengyi restrained his emotions and said in a low voice, "Yu'er, where do you live now? I met Qi Jinnian, and she said that you don't live together now."

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

She said she was going to hang up the phone. However, the phone was only an inch away from her ear, and she heard a deep voice asking: "Are you really with the vice president?"

Hearing him mention that person, Jingyu was slightly startled. For some reason, she put the receiver to her ear again, "Jinnian told you?"

This was a tacit agreement,

Liang Shengyi felt unbearable pain in his chest, and he was unwilling. Although I was mentally prepared from the first day of leaving, when I really knew it, I still couldn't suppress the pain.

"Yu'er, I told you a long time ago that he is not a good person. He has his purpose to approach you, why do you still fall into his trap?"

Jing Yu remembered that he said the same thing when he called her last time.

Last time, she just naively thought that he was deliberately slandering the other party. After all, he didn't even know who the other party was. But now, after listening to it again, she felt that there was a lot of secrets in his words. It seems not as simple as she thought.

"What do you want to say?"

"Yu'er, have you ever thought about our wedding? I obviously prepared everything, why did I suddenly leave? From childhood to adulthood, my biggest wish is to marry you. If there is no last resort, how could I suddenly leave you, or even... give up our love and future?" Liang Shengyi's words, every word contains deep pain and helplessness.

It doesn't seem false.

"Yu'er, don't you always want to know why your father and my father suddenly came to this? Our two families are broken up, don't you want to know the instigator?"

As soon as Liang Shengyi said this, Jing Yu stood up suddenly.

Her heart was in pain.

She felt that something was being torn apart bloodily, but she didn't dare to bear such a truth.

"I will wait for you at the old place where we used to eat. If you really want to know these facts and want to know whether Yu Zeyao has other intentions for you, come here. I will wait for you here! Until you show up!"

Before Liang Shengyi could say anything else, Jing Yu hung up the phone heavily.

She breathed heavily.

She sat stiffly on the bed and was stunned for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, as if she finally made up her mind, leaned over to her father and whispered a few words, then told the nurse, and walked out of the ward with her bag.

Every step was heavy.

It was like carrying a heavy burden.

Ahead, waiting for her was a bottomless abyss. But she still had to move forward.

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

Wen's father and mother were chatting with the guests who came to pay New Year's greetings in the living room. Wen Xue suddenly had an idea and pulled Jingrong to teach her how to draw in the small living room.

Wen Yanzhi stood at the door and only saw the boy's quiet profile.

The paintings Wen Xue painted were like ghost paintings, but she had no self-awareness at all and still asked Jing Rong how she was doing.

He looked like he was begging for praise.

Jing Rong obviously found it difficult to express the words of praise. He just pursed his lips and said euphemistically and truthfully: "Compared to Wen Yanzhi's paintings, this is already a superior work."

"Really? When I was a kid, I said that kid had no talent." Wen Xue was complacent.

Finally, he looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "You brat, you've been out all day and all night, and I don't know which woman you are fooling around with now."

Jingrong said nothing.

Wen Xue turned to look at him and raised her eyebrows, "Brother Xiaorong, are you sad?"

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

Wen Xue held her chin and blinked her big sexy eyes, "Your boyfriend has gone out to look for flowers, how can you still be so calm?"

Jingrong pursed his lips again. Then, he corrected her seriously, "He and I are just friends - we are both straight. Miss Wen, please don't make such jokes again."

Wen Xue smiled.

What a serious little kid

She was called Sister Wen just now, but now she is called 'Miss Wen'. She glanced at a figure standing at the door and continued: "That means you don't like Yanzhi at all?"

Jing Rong thought of that noisy and carefree man, and his long eyelashes drooped slightly, "There doesn't seem to be anything particularly likable about him."