One Hundred and Forty-Seven: Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Forty-Seven)

Yu Zeyao lay down, put one hand behind his head, and glanced at her.

If the other person was not Jing Rong, he really wouldn't have to worry about Wen Yanzhi. It would be a good thing if he could be conquered by someone, whether it was a woman or a man. However, Jing Rong was her younger brother.

It was hard for him to imagine how Jing Yu would react if he knew about this.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jing Yu asked.

"Thinking about something else." Yu Zeyao changed the subject, "Have you seen the hot news on the Internet recently?"

"What news?"

"Legislation." He said: "Legalizing same-sex marriage is a major issue to be discussed in the Legislative Yuan next."

"This is the Legislative Yuan's business, do you have to worry about it?"

"More or less." Yu Zeyao answered vaguely. He stroked her round shoulders with his long fingers and asked tentatively, "What about you? Can you accept that your friends or relatives are in a same-sex relationship?"

Jing Yu thought about it seriously, "Now society is very open, there are many people in the same-sex relationship around us, and there are also in our department. Everyone has been calm about it and is not surprised. They really love each other, so of course I am blessing them."

"Hmm~" Yu Zeyao nodded.

"Let's not talk about this." He lay down, turned sideways, and faced her. His fingers stroked her chin, "Jingrong said he wanted to go back to school. He is not very mobile now, and I am worried. I want to hear your opinion."

"Let him go if he wants to. I am afraid that he will have wild thoughts if he stays at home all day. Besides, he has to catch up with his academic studies. But his paintings..."

"Take your time. Don't expect that the paintings he made with his injured left hand after a few days of training can match those of a perfect right hand. We all need to give him time."

"I am afraid that he will push himself too hard."

"He is only 18 years old, and there is plenty of time in the future. Moreover, Jingrong is a mature child, and he is very good at regulating his emotions. If it were other children, they would have collapsed long ago after encountering such a big change." Yu Zeyao said: "If he wants to study, I have no objection. However, his situation is special. First, he cannot live in the school; second, he must travel with professional caregivers. You must discuss these two points with him."

Jingyu listened to his well-organized arrangements and felt endless warmth in her heart.

This man,

The warmth he gave was not only limited to her, but also to her beloved family. Maybe if they had met earlier, their father wouldn't have fallen to the point of falling off the building.

Jing Yu's mind moved, and he held him tightly with both hands, leaning closer to his chest.

Yu Zeyao enjoyed the feeling of being hugged by her, and his charming lips curved, "What's wrong?"

"Thinking about one thing-" Jing Yu said: "If you had found me earlier and let me fall in love with you earlier, my father might not have slept for so long before waking up. Jing Rong might not have been hurt like this..."

Yu Zeyao lifted her chin, "Do you regret it?"

"No regrets. You showed up just in time."

Yu Zeyao looked at her with a heavy gaze, looking at her unconsciously revealing tender features, his eyes became much deeper. He whispered: "Is your father discharged tomorrow?"

"How did you know?" She didn't have time to tell him.

"What can I not know about your affairs?" He sighed: "That is to say... starting tomorrow, you can't sleep at my place anymore?"

Jing Yu nodded, "No."

Yu Zeyao frowned, "Then when do you plan to confront your father?"

"...Find an opportunity." Jing Yu said: "I have to bring Jing Rong with me. I am more confident with lobbyists helping me."

"Don't make me wait too long. Otherwise, I will probably confront myself."

"No, no, no." Jing Yu refused him again and again. In order to show the strength of her refusal, she leaned forward and looked at him from the bottom of her line, "Don't talk nonsense. If you two don't agree, I will have no chance to persuade my father again."

Yu Zeyao embraced her with his long arms, hugged her down, and pressed her on him.

Jing Yu cried softly, and supported herself on the pillow with both hands. He raised his head slightly and kissed her lips deeply.

The hand branded on her waist hugged her tighter and tighter, as if to embed her into his body.

Jing Yu also kissed him back eagerly. This time, after they separated, she didn't know if she could still adapt to sleeping alone.

They hadn't separated yet, but the reluctance in her heart was spreading.

Let the two kiss, and the kiss became deeper and deeper...

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Jingrong started to go to school.

Fortunately, he had a tutor at Wen Yanzhi's place before, so he caught up with his studies quickly.

Because of his special situation, the teachers and classmates at school took special care of him.

The girl who accompanied him to the exhibition last time was his deskmate, so she took good care of him.

Wen Yanzhi passed by this school several times by accident, entered the campus by accident, and went to the floor where Jingrong was in class by accident, and he could always see the two of them sitting together, reviewing their homework.

This stinky boy always ignored him and was very cold, but he was very gentle to girls.

Wen Yanzhi wanted to rush in and question him several times, but in the end, he left embarrassedly. Why did he do that? Who is he to Jingrong? He is nothing!

Last time he brought a woman to show off in front of him, but he ended up leaving with a lot of anger.

Jingrong was fine.

He didn't care at all, not at all!

Zeyao was right, his skills were not enough to deal with this 18-year-old boy!

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This night.

Jingrong had just finished his homework and turned off the lights, preparing to go to bed. Suddenly, his cell phone rang wildly.

He took the phone and saw the number displayed on it, his eyes paused slightly.

Wen Yanzhi.

He did not answer it immediately, but put it aside and waited for a while.

The ringing stopped, and he waited quietly. When it rang again, he picked it up and put it to his ear.

"Hello."

"Are you asleep?" Wen Yanzhi's voice came from the other side. Obviously, he was drunk.

This man really drank again.

He replied in a light voice: "Yeah."

"I didn't sleep, I couldn't sleep." Wen Yanzhi sighed, his voice hoarse.

Jingrong glanced at the time, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening.

"You always drink so late, it's strange that you can fall asleep."

"If I don't drink, I can't fall asleep." Wen Yanzhi sighed, "I just want to hold you to sleep. I will definitely fall asleep if I hold you to sleep."

There was a hint of coquetry in his tone, especially childish.

Jingrong softened his heart, "... You are drunk."

His tone also softened a lot.

"Drunk ass! If I was really drunk, I would fall asleep right away. Why would I bother thinking about you? Why bother looking for you?"

Jing Rong frowned and asked, "Where are you?"

"You're downstairs."

Jing Rong lifted the quilt and got off the bed. He moved to the window without a wheelchair. In the dim light outside, he saw a familiar car parked there.

"You came here by yourself?" Jing Rong was angry, his facial lines tense.

"Of course."

"You're driving when you're so drunk?!" The boy was even more angry.