One Hundred and Thirty-Five: The Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Thirty-Five)

Seeing this, Zhuang Yan nodded, "Sir, I'll go out first."

Yu Zeyao responded with a 'hmm' from his nose. Without any extra words, Zhuang Yan turned around and walked out.

The door to the ward was closed, and for a moment, they were the only two people left in the room.

Jing Yu sat on the bedside, looking down at him with complicated eyes. There was a thin layer of mist in his eyes.

There seemed to be some strong emotion rushing against her chest. She suddenly opened her arms and threw them around his neck. Face, close to his face.

Afraid of opening his wound, she moved very gently.

With his arms full of hugs, Yu Zeyao's frowned eyebrows relaxed unconsciously. For a moment, I felt that even the pain on my body was not that obvious anymore.

With difficulty he raised his hand and hugged her back.

"Why are you here?" he asked. The voice is also dry and hoarse.

Jing Yu didn't speak immediately, he just held him quietly like this. For a long time, the uneasiness and worry in his heart gradually dissipated.

Afraid of putting pressure on his wound, she moved away from his shoulder. Her eyes met his, "Mo Huan brought me here."

"she?"

Yu Zeyao raised his eyebrows, "What did she bring you here for?"

"If she hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known about your injury." Jing Yu looked at him, "Did you not plan to tell me?"

"This is not a good thing. What is there to say?" Yu Zeyao raised his hand and touched her eyes. He could feel the moist touch on her eyelashes. "Why are you crying?"

Jing Yu held his hand, his palm was cold.

"I'm not crying." Jing Yu sniffed, "Zhuang Yan doesn't want to tell me about Jing Rong, so you can."

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment and then said: "Don't lie to me again, I know he is still in the country."

"He has been at Yanzhi's place."

"Wen Yanzhi? Why are you still there?"

"I asked Yanzhi to take care of him."

Jing Yu pondered for a moment,

"Is it... that Jingrong's injury is much more serious than I know?"

Yu Zeyao looked at her seriously, and he didn't hide it from her anymore, "I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to bear the blow, so I didn't tell you right away. If I didn't let you find out, I didn't plan to let you know so early."

Jing Yu listened with his heart in his throat.

"So what's his condition now? Is he still seriously injured? How far has he recovered?"

Yu Zeyao looked at her, pulled his lips, and said with difficulty: "I am still seriously injured now."

Jing Yu saw that his face was pale and distressed, so he stopped talking in time.

Now that Jingrong has Wen Yanzhi taking care of him, nothing will happen to him.

"Then do you want to sleep a little longer?" Jing Yu asked him. Touched his forehead. Fortunately, he had a high fever last night, but now his fever has subsided.

She felt relieved again.

Yu Zeyao shook his head and leaned against the pillow, holding Jing Yu's hand. Jing Yu's cell phone rang, she took it out and saw that it was a colleague calling, and then she noticed that it was already getting late.

"My colleague's phone call probably meant that I didn't go to work and called to remind me."

"Then you go to work first."

Jing Yu looked at him like this and shook his head, "I still won't go. I'll call and ask for leave."

Yu Zeyao was obviously very satisfied with her decision. Jingyu held the phone and went out.

When he opened the door to the ward, he saw Mo Huan standing at the door. She didn't seem to know whether to go in or not. She raised and lowered her hand to knock on the door. As soon as Jing Yu came out, he saw her hesitant look.

Mo Huan didn't expect that Jing Yu would suddenly open the door and come out, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

Jing Yu smiled at her, "Morning."

"Morning." Mo Huan glanced at the ward and then at Jing Yu, whose eyes were bloodshot, "Did you stay here all night last night?"

Jing Yu nodded, "I'll be alone when I go back anyway, so it's better to feel at ease here."

Mo Huan nodded, "Ze Yao definitely hopes that you can stay with him here."

Jing Yu glanced at Mo Huan and said with a smile: "Ze Yao is already awake. I have to make a call. If Miss Mo doesn't mind, please help me check on him. I'll be back soon."

Mo Huan glanced at Jing Yu gratefully and said, "Okay. Go ahead."

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Yu Zeyao was sleeping against the head of the bed. When he heard the door opening, he thought it was Jing Yu coming back. He opened his eyes instinctively, and what he saw was Mo Huan.

"How's it going? Is the fever gone?" Mo Huan went in and sat down by the bed.

"Return."

"That's good. The way you've been unconscious these days really scares me."

"I heard that you invited her here." Yu Zeyao glanced at Mo Huan and said solemnly: "Thank you."

Mo Huan smiled bitterly. The disappointment could not be concealed in his eyes.

"I know you don't want her to worry, so that's why you don't invite her over. Otherwise, it's my turn to be the good person? To be honest, if I can... I don't want to invite her over."

Yu Zeyao looked at Mo Huan's gloomy face, pondered for a moment, and then uttered two words in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"How can I be sorry about emotional matters?" Mo Huan shook his head. He raised his head and looked at the other person with serious eyes, "Zeyao, I want to ask you a question."

"You ask. As long as I know, I will tell you everything I know."

"Without Jing Yu, would it be possible for us?"

Yu Zeyao pondered for a moment before answering the question, "If we can really get married, it must be a political marriage."

This answer is very honest, but extremely cruel.

"Don't they say love has a first come, first served?" Mo Huan laughed at herself, "I appeared in your life much earlier than Jing Yu, but it seems that this is of no use."

"In fact, I met her a few years ago. In the years since then, I have been looking for her."

Yu Zeyao's words surprised Mo Huan, "So, this is love at first sight?"

"Yes, it is love at first sight." A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and he looked full of warmth, which made Mo Huan envious. She had never seen him like this before. Obviously, it only appeared when Jing Yu was mentioned.

"Later, when I saw her again, this feeling turned into love." Yu Zeyao said calmly: "Even I was caught off guard. "

Mo Huan thought, this man probably didn't know that what he said at this moment was a touching love word.

"But, you have to know that if we don't get married, it will be difficult for you to convince my father to support you."

"Power was indeed my most important goal. But now it can only be ranked second." Yu Zeyao's face did not change much, "I am already 30, I should have a home that truly belongs to me. Instead of just inflated power and liberty."

"I understand." Mo Huan couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. She hoped that she could give this man the feeling of home, but this was no longer possible. She should have been upset, but he could spend the rest of his life with his lover, and she was happy.

"Don't worry, although we can't get married, my father has always admired you. I think as long as I explain it to him, he will still support you."

Yu Zeyao looked at Mo Huan gratefully and thanked him solemnly again.

Outside the door, Jing Yu came back after the phone call and heard their words clearly.