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Chapter 98 099: The Prudest Man

Jing Boyuan lowered his eyes slightly, his hands were still pinching Ye Qingxin's waist, the light in his eyes was deep and viscous, there was a hint of sternness in his seriousness, and there was an unfathomable incomprehensible flow in his eyes.

He just looked at Ye Qingxin indifferently, as if Ye Qingxin asked an unbelievable question.

Slowly, Ye Qingxin withdrew her hand caressing his cheek, and the smile on his face quietly disappeared.

Men may not like women pestering themselves, asking you if you love me or not.

Ye Qingxin raised her hand and brushed the broken hair around her ear, her wrist was white and slender, as if it could be broken with a slight push.

She suppressed the disappointment gushing from the bottom of her heart, and changed the subject with a faint smile, "Thank you for tonight's matter——"

Before the words were finished, the hands placed on his waist were violently exerted, and the steady strength brought him into a hard but warm embrace.

Next to the ear was Jing Boyuan's deep and thick voice, "Xinxin, there are some things that you need to feel with your heart, what comes out of your mouth may not necessarily be the truth."

Some people's love is on the lips, and you can hear it as long as you have ears; some people's love, put it in your heart and put it into action, needs you to feel it for a lifetime.

Jing Boyuan has long passed the age of talking about love with his mouth. A man of his age is mature and stable. When he likes a woman, he usually chooses to interpret his emotions with considerate and thoughtful behaviors, instead of being like those young people who only He will say I love you on his lips, but his behavior is childish and frivolous, which often breaks women's hearts.

This is also the charm of an old man in his thirties.

Ye Qingxin was stunned for a moment, and then a bright smile appeared on her lips, and the light in her eyes was astonishingly bright.

She raised her head, poked her thin chin on Jing Boyuan's chest, wrapped her arms around his strong waist, and looked up at him with a smile.

She understood what he meant.

It's because she thinks too much.

There was a faint smell of tobacco on his body, as well as the unique smell of a mature man. These smells made her feel at ease.

"Ahem..." Zhou Qiaoqiao suddenly coughed violently from outside.

Ye Qingxin's expression changed, and she immediately let go of Jing Boyuan and ran out.

Zhou Qiaoqiao was coughing, and blood was coming out of her mouth. The amount was not much, but it was enough to make people shudder.

Ye Qingxin hurriedly went back to the bathroom to get the towel she had just wiped Zhou Qiaoqiao's face, and helped her clean the corners of her mouth.

Zhou Qiaoqiao was still in a coma, unaware of Ye Qingxin's call.

After she coughed for a while and calmed down, Ye Qingxin's face turned pale, full of bewilderment.

The blood stains on the towel are shocking.

The doctor's words echoed in my ears again: The patient has advanced lung cancer and has at most one month to live. You family members must be mentally prepared...

I don't know how long it has passed, a pair of hands lightly put on her shoulders, heavy and powerful, with a warm feeling, making Ye Qingxin float in mid-air, and she fell back slightly.

Ye Qing looked intently at Zhou Qiaoqiao who was lying on the hospital bed, wondering what she was thinking.

After a while, Jing Boyuan's cell phone rang, and he answered it without avoiding it.

I don't know what was said on the phone, Ye Qingxin heard him reply: "...Arrange them to come over tomorrow, the sooner the better..."

After hanging up the phone, Jing Boyuan stood behind Ye Qingxin, and then hugged her who was sitting on the stool into his arms. Ye Qingxin's ears were pressed against his strong abdomen.

The self-buckle of the belt hit her chin, cold and hard.

Jing Boyuan's steady voice fell from the top of his head, "Don't worry, there are several authoritative cancer experts in Japan. I have invited them here for you. I will go to the capital tomorrow afternoon. Let them show your mother a good look."

Ye Qingxin was stunned for a moment, then reached out her arms to wrap around his waist tightly, buried her face in his belly, tears all over his dark blue suit, and two dark water stains blurred.

She lowered her voice and murmured softly: "Thank you, Bo Yuan."

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

Jing Boyuan put his arm around her shoulder and rubbed the top of her head with the other.

After a moment of silence, he made a phone call and spoke to the other party. Within 10 minutes, a young female nurse in white overalls knocked on the door and came in.

"Mr. Jing, Miss Ye, my name is Lin Ziyi, and the dean arranged for me to come and take care of Mrs. Zhou."

The nurse looks average, honest and honest, but it is human nature to love beauty. When she spoke, she unconsciously glanced at Jing Boyuan, with a shy expression on her cheeks.

Ye Qingxin smiled, and politely replied: "Thank you for your hard work."

The nurse took a peek at Jing Boyuan, and then said to Ye Qingxin: "This is my duty, it should be."

Jing Boyuan held Ye Qingxin's hand, with a serious and calm face, "There are people watching here, you go wash up, get some rest early, and an expert will come for consultation tomorrow afternoon, you have to keep your spirits up."

Ye Qingxin noticed the eyes of the female nurse from the corner of her eye, and said to Jing Boyuan with a smile: "Then you go back, it's not convenient for you, a big man, to be here."

How could her little thoughts escape Jing Boyuan's eyes.

Jing Boyuan rubbed her hair with a smile, without saying anything, walked out of the ward with his long legs, his steps were calm and steady, his back was majestic and reliable.

Ye Qingxin stared at Jing Boyuan's back, and once again the strange feeling when he first saw him tonight slipped through his mind.

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

"Miss Ye, go wash up and sleep, I'll just watch over here." The nurse is kind.

Ye Qingxin grinned at her, seeing that Zhou Qiaoqiao was sleeping soundly, she got up and walked to the bathroom.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the bathroom, I accidentally tilted my foot, and my ankle hurt a bit, but fortunately, the pain only lasted for a moment, and no muscles and bones were hurt.

Ye Qingxin supported the door frame, raised her leg and moved her ankle a few times. After a while, her movements suddenly stopped.

She remembered something was wrong, Jing Boyuan's ankle...

Without hesitation, Ye Qingxin turned around and chased towards the elevator entrance.

The special elevator is going down, this is the eighteenth floor, and the elevator has just gone down to the eleventh floor.

Ye Qing pressed the down button irritably, and when the elevator went down to the tenth floor, she turned and ran towards the stairs.

The feet are as fast as the wind.

When she reached the first floor, she could barely catch her breath, her heartbeat was so violent that it was about to jump out of her throat, and every time she took a breath, her lungs felt like needle-pricking pain.

As soon as she got out of the door of the stairwell, she saw Jing Boyuan's tall and straight figure flashing past the gate of the inpatient department.

Ye Qingxin didn't even have time to take a breath, so she hurried to catch up.

Finally, he grabbed Jing Boyuan's sleeve outside the open-air parking lot.

Jing Boyuan turned around, looked down at the girl who was bending over and panting violently in front of him, and frowned slightly, "Why did you get down?"

It took a while for Ye Qingxin to catch the messy breath in her chest, and without saying a word, she directly squatted down and lifted Jing Boyuan's trousers on his injured ankle.

What caught my eye was a red and swollen ankle.

With slightly hot eyes, she squatted down and looked up at the man with a calm face and no pain.

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

Whether it's his expression or the way he walks, he conceals it too perfectly.

Her voice suddenly choked up, "Does it hurt?"

The corners of Jing Boyuan's lips twitched, revealing a smile, "You rushed over to ask me this?"

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Ye Qingxin couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, and her voice was reprimanded: "You're still laughing!"

That tone was like that of a mature wife scolding her ignorant husband.

Jing Boyuan's eyes darkened, he stretched out his hand to pull her up from the ground, squeezed her little hand and rubbed it, and said calmly, "It doesn't hurt."

"But..." Ye Qingxin didn't believe it, "Last night the swelling was not as serious as this, and you said it was very painful. How can it not hurt now that it is so swollen? Don't be brave, let's go see a doctor, okay?"

Jing Boyuan: "..."

In the end, Jing Boyuan was sent to the emergency department by Ye Qingxin.

The doctor checked and said: "The original injury is not healed yet, and the swelling will increase when standing or walking for a long time. I will prescribe some medicine and apply it at home. It is best not to use force on this ankle for the next few days. If you need to walk, use crutches."

on crutches...

Ye Qingxin's mind suddenly came to Jing Boyuan's serious appearance in a suit and leather shoes, leaning on a crutch. She was amused, and echoed the doctor and said: "Well, I will definitely let him use crutches when I go back."

Ye Qingxin asked Jing Boyuan to sit in the rest area and wait, and took the medicine list prescribed by the doctor to the cashier window to pay, and then went to the second floor to get the medicine.

After taking the medicine, Ye Qingxin took the medicine back to the doctor and asked how to use it. It was not a kind of ointment, but several kinds.

"Mix several ointments and apply on the swollen area."

After receiving the doctor's words, Ye Qingxin went to the rest area, sat down on the chair next to Jing Boyuan, lifted his leg and put it on her own, and helped him apply the medicine by pulling up his trouser legs.

A man's legs are very heavy.

Ye Qingxin's legs wrapped in jeans were very thin, and Jing Boyuan had the illusion that her legs would be crushed.

Ye Qingxin paints carefully and gently.

The girl lowered her head, with a serious and focused expression, her long and smooth ponytail hung spontaneously on her shoulders in two strands, a few strands of white and delicate hair hung around her ears, trembling with her breath, her eyelashes curled Long, with beautiful features, revealing a somewhat slender and delicate beauty.

Jing Boyuan looked into her eyes very calmly.

Not calm, intellectual peace, but peace of mind.

Her fingertips were very thin and soft, and she gently rubbed his ankle. Looking at it, that hand seemed to be rubbing on the tip of his heart.

About ten minutes.

Ye Qingxin withdrew her hands, put down his trousers, and gently put his legs on the ground, with a quiet smile on her lips, "Okay."

Jing Boyuan grabbed her little hand, which was busy collecting the ointment, and squeezed it tightly, gently rubbing her palm with his fingers.

The movements are intimidating and ambiguous.

Ye Qingxin glanced at Jing Boyuan's pious face, and then at the seemingly non-existent teasing in his hands, and suddenly found that this man's prudence is really perfect.

Taking her hand away from him, Ye Qingxin packed up the ointment, put it in a bag, put it on her wrist, pulled Jing Boyuan up, and carried him to the parking lot.

She was sweating until he was stuffed into the car.

The car is driven by Master Lu.

Ye Qingxin told Master Lu to be careful on the road, then took two steps back, watching the white Land Rover drive out of the open-air parking lot of the hospital, merge into the traffic, and disappear.

The smile on her face slowly disappeared, she stood in the night wind for a moment, then turned and went back to the inpatient building.

A white Land Rover.

Jing Boyuan lowered the car window, lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, stretched out his hand out of the window, and flicked the cigarette ash. His movements were chic and full of masculine charm.

Under the darkness of night, his deep eyes fell on his injured ankle, and the serious little face kept appearing in front of his eyes, his eyes became more and more peaceful.

Master Lu who was driving obviously felt that Mr. Jing was in a good mood at this time, and he was not at all solemn and heavy when he came.

It suddenly occurred to me that I heard the news from Lao Zhang this morning. What Lao Zhang meant was to let him pick a time when Mr. Jing was in a good mood to reveal something to him.

Thinking of this, Master Lu sighed quietly.

There are so many people in the Jing family, and everyone avoids it rather awkwardly, and let him, an outsider, come into this misfortune.

These days, it's hard to do any work.

After considering his words, Master Lu spoke cautiously: "Mr. Jing, congratulate Mrs. Madam on her birthday next month... I heard... Madam returned home yesterday..."

The eldest lady he was talking about was Jing Boyuan's mother, He Su'e.

Jing Boyuan's action of passing the cigarette into his mouth faltered, and then returned to normal. After a while, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and a faint "um" came out of his throat.

"..." Master Lu was stunned, that's it?
This reaction was too bland, he still remembered the incident 14 years ago, the mother and son had a quarrel...

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

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

Master Lu instantly regained his sanity from the past, focused on driving, and didn't dare to think about what was there or what wasn't.

In fact, in terms of seniority, Jing Boyuan can be regarded as his junior, but in front of this junior, he, who has lived most of his life, is always restrained, especially when Jing Boyuan's voice sank, he felt a little fear in his heart.

Tonight's moon is hazy, like a ball of ink smeared on rice paper, with blurred edges.

It was already eleven o'clock at night.

Ye Qingxin returned to the ward on the top floor, and the nurse was wiping the corners of Zhou Qiaoqiao's mouth with a towel. Without thinking about it, Zhou Qiaoqiao must have coughed up blood again.

She stood by the hospital bed holding Zhou Qiaoqiao's hand for a while, and said softly with a heavy expression: "Mom, don't worry, Boyuan has hired a cancer expert from Japan for you, and I will come to consult you tomorrow, and you will be fine." Get up, Mom, don't be afraid..."

Zhou Qiaoqiao was short of breath and slept deeply.

"Miss Ye, go to bed first, I'm here." The nurse said softly.

Ye Qingxin smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."

I went to the bathroom to wash briefly, and went to the rest room to rest.

That night, some people slept soundly, some tossed and turned, and some had nightmares.

Zhou Qiaoqiao had a lengthy dream.

She dreamed of going to and from school and playing with Tai Zhengting when she was a child. Later, she and him fell in love and got engaged according to the wishes of the family. There was no vigorous love, but only a dull relationship day and night. Later, she met a man in the factory. The girl named Han Qingqing, because they share similar interests, they quickly became good friends.

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

However, that evening, Ye Jundong came to pick up Han Qingqing, when the setting sun was thick, Ye Jundong was sitting on the motorcycle leaning, with a cigarette in his mouth, a young man in his early twenties, with a hint of bad man's scorn in his handsome face, in the setting sun Yuyu was brilliant, and Zhou Qiaoqiao fell in love with him at first sight.

This is the turning point of fate.

That winter, something went wrong at Han Qingqing's work, and the workshop director left him to give him a lecture. Zhou Qiaoqiao had already gone home, but turned back to the factory halfway. The workshop director had been coveting Han Qingqing's beauty, and she felt a little worried.

Winter nights always come in a hurry. The people in the factory have all left. When she came outside the director's office, she heard Han Qingqing's begging for mercy. The workshop director held Han Qingqing under his body.

Han Qingqing turned his head and saw her outside the door, his eyes were burning with hope and asked her for help. The workshop director probably didn't expect someone outside the door, so he was stunned, causing Han Qingqing to struggle to get away and ran towards the door.

As long as Zhou Qiaoqiao helped Han Qingqing open the door, Han Qingqing would be saved.

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

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

The next day, the news that Han Qingqing and the workshop director were having trouble in the office spread throughout the factory.

In those days, women's chastity was beyond heaven.

Han Qingqing's parents both work in education. In order to save face, they forced Han Qingqing to marry the workshop director who died in his forties.

At that time, Ye Jundong was deeply in love with Han Qingqing. He was disheartened because of Han Qingqing's betrayal. Zhou Qiaoqiao naturally appeared in front of him as a kind and gentle woman, and drank with him. Force him to marry himself.

She thought that as long as she married Ye Jundong, he would forget about Han Qingqing after a long time, and he would gradually fall in love with her, but this was not the case, Ye Jundong was very indifferent to her, and even the couple had sex three times a year.
She was empty and lonely, Tai Zhengting came back to look for her, she did not refuse, she vomited bitterness to him, then she drank too much, and when she woke up, she was in her own home, and her lower body felt uncomfortable, but she didn't, and didn't dare to think about Tai Zhengting .

The dream continued intermittently, and in the end, it was fixed on the day when Ye Jundong learned the truth.

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

Zhou Qiaoqiao still remembered how Ye Jundong slammed her head against the wall, and she still remembered the feeling that she thought she was about to die.

She still remembers Ye Jundong pointing at her bleeding face and saying: "Zhou Qiaoqiao! I didn't expect you to be such a vicious woman! Killing you is dirtying my hands! You do these vicious things just to get me, right? ? I will divorce you now! I will never see you again, and I want you to never get what you want!"

All her deliberate efforts turned out to be nothing more than fetching water from a bamboo basket.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Qiaoqiao opened her eyes, and in her eyes was the peace of someone dying.

　It's late again, update at nine o'clock.

　　There will be a second update tomorrow, the time... I can't decide...

　　I'm sorry, cuties, Mou Yao is really... sorry.

　　Send a small theater to apologize:
　　Mou Yao: "Uncle Jing, do your feet hurt? Why does it hurt for a while and not for a while?"

　　Jing Boyuan: "..."

　　Mou Yao: "Ah! I understand. When you said it hurts last night, it actually didn't hurt. You just wanted Xinxin to help you take off your pants, didn't you? You said it didn't hurt tonight, but it actually hurts. You don't want Xinxin to worry Yes or no?"

　　Jing Boyuan: "..."

　　Mou Yao was speechless: "Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to be such a sullen hooligan."

　　Jing Boyuan: "...you come here."

　　A certain Yao stepped forward, "What's the matter?"

　　Jing Boyuan pointed to the sky, "Did you see anything?"

　　Mou Yao raised her head, "There is nothing but the sun."

　　Jing Boyuan: "Why don't you go up and stand shoulder to shoulder with it?"

　　Mou Yao: "..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)