Good Morning, Mr. President!

Jing Yu was also unwilling to let his emotions affect him, and soon recovered as usual, converging the hardships in his heart, and squeezing a seemingly relaxed smile, "How are you? Have you arrived?"

"Just arrived. It's fine here, sister, don't worry about me." Jing Rongtong humane holding his cell phone for him: "Trouble you, take my sister to see the environment here."

There was no sound from the other party, but the camera swept. Jing Yu can see clearly that the surrounding environment is very good and the room is warmly furnished.

The big rock in her heart dropped a little. "Have you seen a doctor today? What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor is here every day." Jing Rong said: "I will cooperate with them."

"If you have any problems outside, just tell me. I'll pick you up." Jing Yu still couldn't bear him anyway. "As for the school, you have already completed the suspension procedures for you. When you return and go to school, you will not be delayed. Your teachers and classmates are very concerned about your current situation."

Speaking of school, Jing Rongfa stayed for a while. The pain in my heart is piled up, but it is impossible to speak. Now that she can't even lift her cell phone, let alone a brush? School life seems to be away from him day by day.

"Jingrong?" Jingyu saw him go and called him. Jing Rong turned back and smiled at her. Jing Yu looked worried and said, "What's wrong?

"It's nothing. I miss you a bit, I think the teacher and the classmates."

"Then you have to cooperate with the doctor over there. I will pick you up again when you have recovered."

Jing Rong nodded.

Then suddenly a voice came in, "Okay, can't say any more! He's tired, it's time to sleep!"

Wen Yanzhi?

Jing Yu was thinking, the camera shook, and a good-looking face came in. The other party still smiled at the sign before, and rushed to her: "He is now at rest and can't talk anymore. The doctor explained that he had just taken a rest after the operation.

Jing Yu looked at the man who appeared suddenly in surprise, "How come you are at Jing Rong?"

Wen Yanzhi's mind turned fast, and it was only natural to return: "Apart from me, who do you think Lao Yu sent your brother to be assured?"

Jing Yu thought about it too, "That troubles you."

"No trouble."

"Let me and my sister say two more words." Jing Rong said over there.

"What more to say? I'll talk about it next time! I won't listen to the doctor now, but I don't want to worry about it!" Wen Yanzhi then ended here, and the video call was hung up by him.

Jing Yu looked at the darkened screen. Although she was sorry that she couldn't talk to Jing Rong any more, she thought that Wen Yanzhi was there to accompany him, and a doctor was taking care of him.

At least, he was safe over there.

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the other side.

Jing Rong was particularly upset that Wen Yanzhi had hung up his video phone without permission.

"Don't stare at me. Let's talk and dress up. Your brother-in-law was the first to settle accounts with me." Wen Yanzhi handed the phone to the maid on the side. "If you want to be found by your sister, just call her in the future and try to video less with her."

Jing Rong think about it too. After all, her sister is a doctor. If she were to see her in a wheelchair in the future, she would sooner or later become suspicious.

The discomfort on his face faded, and he obediently nodded.

Wen Yanzhi saw his eyes spreading and looked better. Ask him, "Why did you have a bite or two at noon? Isn't your chef's appetite for the dishes in my kitchen?"

"No, I'm not picky."

"If you don't picky eaters, you just take a bite or two?"

"I just don't have an appetite." Who was stung like this-in the case that the road may not be able to go well, can you happily enjoy it? However, it was clear that the man in front of him did not have such consciousness. Turning his head, he instructed the people to let the kitchen boil another pigeon porridge.

Jing Rong is not used to moving people because of his own labor. He lived here in such an injury and had caused them a lot of trouble.

"I'm not hungry, don't bother them."

"If you could eat well just now, would you need me to trouble them again?" Wen Yanzhi didn't listen to his words at all.

After a while, the servants brought the hot porridge upstairs. The caregiver shook the bed, and Wen Yanzhi could no longer take the hot porridge in his hands.

Jing Rong just got up, and a spoon reached in front of his mouth. The servants looking around looked at them—the words that Miss Wen said here last time, apparently left a deep impression on them. On the contrary, Jing Rong's explanations of ‘just friends’ did not hear them.

Master Wen Da, who doesn't stretch out his hands on weekdays, now feeds himself in person. This matter is not easy by any means.

Jing Rong was stared at by all kinds of strange and wonderful eyes beside him. Looking at Wen Yanzhi's eager look, even he felt strange. The mouth was stiff, and couldn't open.

"Why? You don't have to let me pry it open for you to infuse. Hurry up and open your mouth." Wen Yanzhi had no patience and saw himself do it.

"Aren't you very busy? You can do it for you, just leave it to someone else." Jing Rong tone was mild.

"You are going to starve to someone else." Wen Yanzhi is now uneasy to feed others. If he said no, no one in this room would dare to force him, and he was different.

"Let ’s put it down, I will finish it in a while."

"It should be cold if you don't eat it anymore. It's delicious when you eat it hot." Wen Yan insisted, "Moreover, if I don't watch you finish, I won't go out.

As soon as this word came out, the faces of the people next to him were even more wonderful. Simply colorful.

When did you see Master Wenda so distressed and so worried? Now to a boy ...

Jing Rong was restless. I feel that Wen Yanzhi is too stupid to have any eyesight! It just makes the situation worse.

He was unhappy and gave him a big white eye.

"It's useless for me. Hurry up and be a little bit awkward." Wen Yanzhi blew the porridge and sent it to his lips. That look, I really hate that he can't pry his mouth apart.

Jing Rong had no choice but to open his mouth and swallow the porridge obediently. There was a smile on Wen Yan's face, "This is good."

Jing Rong almost sprayed the porridge back. This guy really treats himself as a girl!

"Hurry up, I'll drink the rest." He was extremely awkward, his face burning red, don't look away.

Wen Yanzhi touched his forehead with a dignified look. "Are you feverish? Why is your face so red? I asked the doctor to come and see!"