Before Ying Zenan entered the elevator, the door opened behind him and Ying went straight to him.

Hold people steady.

"Why are you running? I don't know that I can't move around now."

Ying Jing pointed to the shiny mobile phone.

Ying Zenan was happy when he saw it.

"Hey, rich brother-in-law! Do you want me to answer the phone for you?"

I blinked in agreement.

"What's the benefit!"

You blinked a few more times in response to the situation and said.

"Why don't you call me dad!"

Blinking wildly at the occasion. No.

The phone that rang once without answering soon rang a second time.

Ying Jing looked at Ying Zenan pitifully.

Brother, please.

After all, it was not because of what happened to him. Ying Zenan took the phone, answered the call and pressed speakerphone.

"Hello!"

The other party didn't seem surprised that Ying Zenan answered.

"Give the phone to the occasion."

Wen Fu Cheng's voice was not gentle, it could even be said to be a little warm.

Impossible. Could it be that he knew something was wrong at that time?

Ying Zenan glanced at Ying Jing.

He shook his head in response.

She said nothing and had no time to say anything.

It is even more impossible to say at this juncture.

Wen Fucheng just went abroad, you know she will definitely come back if something happens to her.

I don't want him to rush back and forth when the occasion arises.

"Then what? She's asleep. We'll talk about anything tomorrow."

"Ying Zenan, Ying Jing is mine and no one can touch her."

The two people in the corridor felt their hearts skip a beat. They seemed to know. No one knew where the news was leaked.

In response to the situation, he even imagined that the paranoid and overbearing president sent a team of bodyguards to guard her quietly, and immediately reported any trouble to Wen Fu Cheng, a rich and bloody plot.

If she doesn't speak out again, Wen Fu Cheng will go crazy.

But now she is really hard to talk to.

Ying Zenan hung up the phone and made a video call, and the call was quickly picked up.

It seemed that the man was outside, and the scene behind him felt familiar.

Isn't that an airport?

She was anxious and whispered, "Don't reply." She immediately shut up when the wound was touched, and grimaced in pain.

Seeing that she couldn't explain clearly, Ying Zenan took the initiative to take over the screen.

"Now let me take a good look at him. He is fine. There is just a cut on his chin and he is a bit awkward to speak. I was afraid that you would be worried about the sudden incident so I didn't tell you. Now that I have seen it, everything is fine! He will be bouncing around again in a few days.

Fairy."

Uh-huh, uh-huh, he nodded in agreement.

Don’t forget to show your gratitude to Wen Fucheng.

Don’t forget to send a message to the man when you’re done.

[In response to the situation: Second uncle, don’t worry. I’m fine. Go back quickly. 】

…

As it turns out, it's impossible not to worry.

The next day, Ying Jing developed a high fever at home. She was almost confused. If Ying Zenan hadn't come to pick her up and change her dressing, she wouldn't have known it would be so serious.

I don't dare to go back home now.

Shen Qiurong stayed with her directly in the hospital.

Ying Haiyun had offended all three of his family's ancestors, and was driven to live in the company by his wife. He was not allowed to go home until he reflected on his success.

Even when Ying Zenan saw him in the company, he didn't say hello.

When the fever subsided in the evening, I felt completely slumped, lying on the bed with my eyes red.

I can't even eat it.

Shen Qiurong looked anxious.

He scolded Ying Haiyun, who had been stabbed a thousand times, hundreds of times.

He smiled at the scene.

In fact, it's no wonder that Ying Haiyun's father was also very sad and secretly sent her many messages.

She said that Shen Qiurong was not allowed to visit her for the past two days.

He also realized his mistake and would never interfere in his brother's affairs again. He also sent a long voice apology to Ying Jing.

Ying Jing has never blamed him. Ying Haiyun is a person who attaches great importance to friendship. Sometimes he tends to ignore other aspects because he attaches too much importance to friendship. If he speaks clearly and clearly, he will listen.

In the past, it was because Ying Zenan was also stubborn and never thought of properly communicating about this matter.

In fact, many conflicts can be resolved by sitting down and talking.

The fever bothered Ying Jing twice, and the fever started again in the middle of the night. This time she felt a little uncomfortable and called out Wen Fu Cheng's name in a daze.

Over and over again.

Shen Qiurong glanced at the young man who had rushed back after a long journey. The suitcases were still at the door.

"I'm really sorry to bother you. Why don't you go back and rest first and come back tomorrow."

Wen Fu Cheng shook his head, sat on the stool, held Ying Jing's hand, leaned over and said a few words into her ear, and the little girl miraculously became quiet.

The clasped hands did not break apart.

Wen Fucheng glanced at Shen Qiurong.

"It's okay, I want to stay with her here, thank you for your hard work."

Shen Qiurong can't compare to Wen Fucheng, but he should be happy if he is here.

After giving some instructions, she left with peace of mind.

The room was quiet except for the cell phone in his pocket that vibrated again and again.

Wen Fucheng finally turned off the phone impatiently.

Watch the sleeping person intently.

My fingertips gently landed on the gauze on my chin, feeling extremely distressed.

Ying Jing vaguely felt that there were small insects crawling on his hands, and he opened his eyes a little impatiently. The light in his sight gradually became clearer, converging into a focus, and all eyes were on the man.

Wen Fucheng kissed her fingers.

I found that the person had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at him.

Her hand gently caressed his brow.

It's true.

"Second uncle." It was a small voice, but he heard it.

Wen Fucheng avoided the wound and hugged her.

"Hmm. Does it hurt?"

In response to the situation, she leaned against his shoulder and dropped the golden beans.

He speaks very slowly and is a bit slurred, but he can still understand each word.

"It didn't hurt originally, but when I saw you coming, it hurt a lot."

The man gently stroked her back to soothe her emotions. The fever had gone away twice and it had subsided twice. She was still a little confused at the moment. She clung to him as if she were boneless, and she was extremely well-behaved.

He is also very soft-spoken.
To be continued...