Chapter 98

Jingboyuan's eyes are slightly drooping, and his hands are still pinched at Ye Qingxin's waist. The light in his eyes is deep and sticky, and there is a faint and fierce color in his serious and serious eyes. There is something unpredictable that others can't understand.

He looked at Ye Qingxin so lightly, as if what ye Qingxin asked was a strange question.

Slowly, ye Qingxin took back the hand caressing his cheek, and the smile on his face disappeared quietly.

Men, perhaps, don't like women pestering themselves, ask you to the bottom whether you love me or not.

Ye Qingxin raises her hand to lift the broken hair in her ear. Her wrist is white and slender, as if she can break it with a slight pout.

She restrained the loss from the bottom of her heart and turned to the topic with a smile, "thank you for tonight."

Voice did not fall, put on his waist side of the hands suddenly a force, steady strength with him into a hard but warm arms.

Ear, is jingboyuan deep magnetic thick voice, "heart, some things, you need to feel heart, mouth said, not necessarily true."

Some people's love, hanging in the mouth, as long as you have ears, you can hear; Some people's love, in the heart, put into action, you need to use a lifetime to feel.

Jing Boyuan has already passed the age of talking about love with his mouth. Men of his age are mature and steady, and like a woman, they usually choose to interpret their feelings with considerate behavior, rather than those young people who just say I love you with their mouth, but their behavior is childish and frivolous, which often breaks women's heart.

This is the charm of a man in his thirties.

Ye Qingxin was stunned for a moment, and immediately a bright smile appeared on his lips. The light in his eyes was amazing.

She raised her head, pointed chin poked at jingboyuan's chest, arms around his strong waist, and looked up at him with a smile.

She understood what he said.

She thinks too much.

He has a faint smell of tobacco, as well as a mature man's unique flavor, which makes her feel at ease.

"Cough..." Zhou Qiaoqiao's severe cough suddenly came from outside.

As soon as ye Qingxin's face changed, he immediately released jingboyuan and ran out.

Zhou Qiaoqiao coughed, and her mouth was bleeding. The amount of blood was not much, but it was enough to make people tremble.

Ye Qingxin turns back to the bathroom and takes the towel that just wipes Zhou Qiaoqiao's face to help her clean the corners of her mouth.

Zhou Qiao is still in a coma and has no sense of Ye Qingxin's call.

Wait for her to cough for a while to calm down, the leaf falls in love with a face to become bloodless, full face of don't know what to do.

The blood stains on the towel are shocking.

The doctor's words echoed in his ears again: the patient has advanced lung cancer, and he still has a month's life at most. As family members, you should be psychologically prepared

I do not know how long in the past, a pair of hands gently put on her shoulders, heavy and powerful, with a warm feeling, let Ye Qingxin floating in the mid air of the heart, a little back.

Ye Qingxin looked at Zhou Qiaoqiao lying on the hospital bed. He didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, jingboyuan's mobile phone rang. He didn't evade and answered directly.

I don't know what to say on the phone. Ye Qingxin hears him reply: "arrange them to come tomorrow, the sooner the better..."

Hang up the phone, jingboyuan in Ye Qingxin behind, and then will sit on the stool of her arms, ye Qingxin's ears, close to his strong abdomen.

The automatic buckle of the belt pierced her chin, cold and hard.

Jing Boyuan's steady voice came down from his head. "Don't worry, there are several authoritative cancer experts in Japan. I'll invite them to come here for you. They will come to the capital tomorrow afternoon and let them give your mother a good look."

Ye Qingxin was stunned for a moment, and immediately put his hand around his waist, tightly encircled, his face buried in his abdomen, tears all rubbed on his navy blue suit, fainted two dark water marks.

She whispered, "thank you, Boyuan."

She suddenly had a feeling that as long as he was there, any suffering would no longer be difficult.

Jing Boyuan put his arm around her shoulder and rubbed her head.

After a moment of silence, he made a phone call and said a word to each other. Within ten minutes, a young female nurse in white overalls knocked on the door and came in.

"Mr. Jing, Miss ye, my name is Lin Ziyi. The Dean arranged for me to take care of Mrs. Zhou."

The nurse looks ordinary and looks honest, but it's human nature to love beauty. When she speaks, she unconsciously glances at Jing Boyuan with a coy look on her cheek.

Ye Qingxin smile, politely back: "hard you."

The nurse peeped at jingboyuan, then said to chongye, "it's my duty, it should be."

Jingboyuan holds Ye Qingxin's hand, and his face is deep and calm. "There are people watching here. Go to wash and have a rest early. There will be experts to consult tomorrow afternoon. You have to keep good spirits."

Ye Qingxin, Yu Guang noticed the eyes of the female nurse and said to jingboyuan with a smile, "then you can go back. It's not convenient for you. You're a big man here."

How could she escape from Jing Boyuan's eyes.

Jingboyuan rubbed her hair with a smile. Without saying anything, she walked out of the ward with long legs. She walked calmly and steadily, with a reliable back.

Ye Qingxin stares at jingboyuan's back, and his mind slips over the strange feeling when I first met him tonight.

But when I think about it, I can't think of anything wrong.

"Miss ye, go wash and sleep. I'll just watch it here." The nurse is a good heart.

Ye Qingxin grins at her. Seeing that Zhou Qiaoqiao is sleeping soundly, she gets up and walks to the bathroom.

Just arrived at the bathroom door, the foot accidentally a crooked, ankle stabbing pain, but fortunately, the pain only lasted for a moment, did not hurt bones and muscles.

Ye Qingxin holds the door frame and raises his leg to move his wrists. For a moment, his movements suddenly give way.

She remembered what was wrong, jingboyuan's ankle

Without hesitation, ye Qingxin turns to chase the elevator.

The special elevator is going down. This is the 18th floor. The elevator just went down to the 11th floor.

Ye Qingxin fidgetily presses the down button, and when the elevator goes down to the tenth floor, she turns and runs to the stairs.

At the foot of the wind as fast.

On the first floor, she was almost out of breath. Her heart beat so violently that she had to jump out of her throat. Every breath made her lungs ache like a needle.

As soon as she got out of the door of the staircase, she saw Jing Boyuan's straight back flash past the door of the inpatient department.

Ye Qingxin doesn't have the time to take a breath, so he catches up quickly.

Finally, I pulled jingboyuan's sleeve outside the open parking lot.

Jing Boyuan turned around and looked down at the girl who was bending over and gasping violently in front of him. Her eyebrows were slightly frowning. "How come down?"

After a while, ye Qingxin breathes the disordered breath in her chest. Without saying a word, she squats down and lifts the trouser leg of Jing Boyuan's injured ankle.

What comes into view is the red and swollen ankle.

Her eyes were slightly hot. She squatted and looked up at the calm, painless man.

If she hadn't tilted her ankle and suddenly thought that Jing Boyuan's ankle was injured, she would have been fooled by him.

No matter his facial expression or his walking posture, he conceals too perfectly.

Her voice suddenly choked, "does it hurt?"

As soon as Jing Boyuan pulled his lips, he showed a smile and said, "you came rushing to ask me this?"

Ye Qingxin looked at his indifferent appearance. He was a little annoyed in his heart. His voice reproached him: "you still laugh!"

That tone, like a mature wife, reprimands a young husband.

Jing Boyuan's eyes were deep. He reached out and pulled her up from the ground. He took her little hand and rubbed it. He said quietly, "it doesn't hurt."

"But..." Ye Qingxin didn't believe it. "Last night, the swelling was not so serious. You said it was very painful. Now how can it not hurt? Don't try to be brave. Shall we go to see a doctor? "

Jing Boyuan

Finally, jingboyuan was put into the emergency department by Ye Qingxin.

The doctor examined it and said, "the original injury is not completely healed. Standing or walking for a long time will aggravate the swelling. I'll prescribe some medicine to go back and apply it. In the next few days, it's better not to exert force on this wrist. If you really need to walk, you can use a crutch."

With a stick

When ye Qingxin's mind suddenly came up with jingboyuan's suit and shoes, seriously leaning on a crutch. He was amused for a while, and echoed the doctor's words: "well, I will let him lean on a crutch when I go back."

Ye Qingxin asks Jing Boyuan to sit in the rest area and wait. He takes the medicine list prescribed by the doctor to the cashier window to pay, and then goes to the second floor to get the medicine.

Take a good medicine, ye Qingxin took the medicine back to the doctor and asked how to use it. What he prescribed was not a kind of ointment, but several kinds.

"Just mix the ointments and apply them to the swollen area."

Got the doctor's words, ye Qingxin to the rest area, to jingboyuan next to a chair, lift his legs on his legs, lift up trouser legs to help him with medicine.

A man's leg is very weighty.

Ye Qingxin's legs wrapped in jeans are very thin. Jing Boyuan has the illusion of breaking her legs.

Ye Qingxin painted it carefully and moved gently.

The girl drooped her head, her expression was serious and attentive. Her straight, long and supple ponytail fell spontaneously on her shoulder in two strands. A few strands of broken hair hung down beside her white and delicate ears. With her breath, her eyelashes were long and her facial features were graceful, showing a delicate and delicate beauty.

Jing Boyuan looked at her eyes, very calm.

It's not a calm and rational calm, but a calm and peaceful heart.

Her fingertips are very thin and soft, gently rubbing his ankle, looking at, that hand seems to rub on the tip of his heart.

About ten minutes.

Ye Qingxin closed his hand, put down his trousers, gently put his legs on the ground, lips smile quiet, "OK."

Jing Boyuan seized her small hand, which was busy collecting the ointment, tightly grasped it, and gently rubbed her palm with her fingers.

Action with a silent intimacy and ambiguity.

Ye Qingxin looks at jingboyuan's dignified face, and then looks at his hands. Suddenly, he finds that this man's serious Kung Fu is perfect.

Take your hand away from him. Ye Qingxin puts the ointment in a bag and puts it on his wrist. He pulls jingboyuan up and leads him to the parking lot.

She was sweating all over until she put him in the car.

The car is driven by Master Lu.

Ye Qingxin tells Master Lu to be careful on the road. Then he steps back two steps and watches the white Land Rover drive out of the open parking lot of the hospital, then merge into the traffic flow and disappear.

The smile on her face slowly disappeared, stood in the night wind for a moment, turned back to the hospital building.

White Land Rover.

Jingboyuan lowered the window, lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, stretched out his hand out of the window and flicked the ash. His action was natural and unrestrained, full of male charm.

Under the cover of night, his deep eyes fell to his injured ankle, and his serious little face appeared in front of him, and his eyes became more peaceful.

Master Lu obviously felt that Mr. Jing was in a good mood at this time. He didn't have the solemnity and heaviness when he came.

It suddenly occurred to me that I heard the news from Lao Zhang this morning. What Lao Zhang meant was that I asked him to choose a time when Mr. Jing was in a good mood and tell him something. After all, it was his own mother and son. This mother came back and should know as a son.

Thinking of this, Master Lu sighed.

There are so many people in Jing's family. They all avoid it. Let him be an outsider.

It's hard to do any work these days.

After considering the wording, Master Lu spoke carefully: "Mr. Jing, I'm going to celebrate the old lady's birthday next month... I heard that the old lady returned home yesterday..."

The big lady in his mouth is he su'e, jingboyuan's mother.

Jingboyuan's action of delivering cigarette to his mouth was delayed, and then he recovered as usual. For a moment, his Adam's Apple moved, and a faint "eh" came out of his voice.

"..." Master Lu was stunned, that's all?

This reaction is also peaceful and indifferent. He still remembers that 14 years ago, the mother and the son had a lot of trouble

"Master Lu." Jing Boyuan's voice came faintly, "concentrate on driving."

The tone is very gentle, but the deterrent power contained in it can not be underestimated.

Master Lu instantly regained his mind from the past and focused on driving. He didn't dare to think about what he had or didn't have.

In fact, in terms of seniority, jingboyuan is his younger generation, but in front of this younger generation, he, who has lived for most of his life, is always tied up, especially when jingboyuan's voice sinks, there is a trace of fear in his heart.

The moon tonight is hazy, like a mass of ink blooming on rice paper, with blurred edges.

It was already eleven o'clock in the night.

When ye Qingxin returns to the top floor ward, the nurse is wiping the corner of Zhou Qiaoqiao's mouth with a towel. You don't need to know that Zhou Qiaoqiao must be coughing up blood again.

She stood for a while with Zhou Qiaoqiao's hand by the bedside, and said in a heavy voice: "Mom, don't worry. Boyuan has invited a cancer expert from Japan for you, and will come to consult you tomorrow. You will be better. Mom, don't be afraid..."

Zhou Qiaoqiao was a little short of breath and fell asleep.

"Miss ye, go to bed first. I'm here." The nurse whispered.

Ye Qingxin smiles, "it's hard for you."

I went to the bathroom for a brief wash and went to the rest room to have a rest.

This night, some people sleep well, some people toss and turn, some people have nightmares.

Zhou Qiaoqiao had a long dream.

She dreamed of the picture of going to school and playing together with Tai Zhengting when she was a child. Later, she and he followed the family's wishes, fell in love and got engaged. There was no vigorous love, only the insipidity of getting along with each other day and night. Later, she met a girl named Han Qingqing in the factory. Because of her similar interests, they soon became good friends.

If she didn't fall in love with Han Qingqing's boyfriend at first sight, they might become good sisters for life.

But that evening, ye Jundong came to meet Han Qingqing. At that time, the sun was setting. Ye Jundong was sitting on a motorcycle with a cigarette in his mouth. A young man in his early twenties, with a trace of bad man's ruffian spirit, was shining in the sunset. Zhou Qiaoqiao fell in love with him at first sight.

This is the turning point of fate.

That winter, there was something wrong with Han Qingqing's work, and she was lectured by the workshop director. Zhou Qiaoqiao had already gone home, but she was halfway back to the factory. The workshop director had been salivating over Han Qingqing's beauty, and she was a little worried.

Winter nights always come in a hurry. The people in the factory have gone clean. When she comes to the director's office, she hears Han Qingqing's begging for mercy. Through the crack of the door, she sees the 40 year old workshop director who has lost his wife, holding Han Qingqing under her body.

Han Qingqing turns to see her outside the door, her eyes burning with hope to ask her for help. The workshop director probably didn't expect that there was someone outside the door. In a daze, Han Qingqing struggles to open and runs to the door.

As long as Zhou Qiaoqiao helps Han Qingqing open the door, Han Qingqing will be saved.

But she didn't, she snapped and locked the door.

That night, she stood by the door, listening to Han Qingqing's miserable howl in the office and the rough roar of the workshop director.

She thinks that as long as he marries ye Jundong, he will forget Han Qingqing and he will fall in love with him. But this is not the case. Ye Jundong is very indifferent to her. Even he seldom has sex with his wife three times a year,

She was empty and lonely. Tai Zhengting came back to find her, but she didn't refuse. She vomited bitterness to him. Later, she drank too much. When she woke up, she was in her own home and felt uncomfortable. But she didn't and didn't dare to think about Tai Zhengting.

Dream intermittently, to the end, fixed in ye Jundong know the truth of that day.

One day ten years ago, Han Qingqing was tortured by the old workshop director for nearly ten years. Finally, she couldn't bear it and wanted to end her life. But before she died, she told ye Jundong everything that year.

Zhou Qiaoqiao still remembers how ye Jundong hugged her head and hit the wall. She still remembers the feeling that she thought she was going to die.

She still remembers that ye Jundong pointed to her face full of blood and said, "Zhou Qiaoqiao! I didn't expect you to be such a vicious woman! I dirty my hands to kill you! You do all these vicious things to get me, don't you? I'll divorce you now! I will never see you again. I want you to never get what you want! "

In the end, she was just pulling water from a basket.

The next morning, Zhou Qiaoqiao opened her eyes, and there was peace in her eyes.