Good Morning, Mr. President! - Chapter 1938

Liang Shengyi shook himself and fell backwards.

Even so, he tugged at Jing Yichen’s clothes as if grasping the last straw for life.

He fell out of the window, and even Jing Jingchen followed.

“No!” Jing Yu was shocked for a moment, and when he returned to God, he reached out and dragged his father. But where does her strength drag the two big men?

Jing Yanchen was even more worried about bringing his daughter down. When Jing Yu flew over, he twisted and shoved.

The father and daughter faced each other, and Jing Yanchen’s eyes showed strong perseverance. A little peace again. At least, he knew her daughter had found a good home.

However, it’s a pity …

After all, he didn’t see Jing Rong.

“Dad!” Jing Yu’s tears splashed out of her eyes at once, and she rushed up to the window.

Two figures fell from the window.

Liang Shengyi exhausted the last little effort to touch the remote control of the time bomb.

Since it’s going to die, it’s better to pull a few more backs.

As long as the bomb explodes, the entire community will suffer!

Jing Yanchen found his intention and gave him a heavy blow, and the remote control fell from his hand.

“Bang–” There was a loud noise, and the two of them fell together on the first floor.

Blood stains instantly reddened the green lawn.

“Ah …” Jing Yu was lying on the window in painful screaming, the scream was heartbreaking, she only glanced at her, and then ran out like crazy.

The door just opened and bumped into the man’s chest. Her eyes were red, her eyes were bloodshot and her eyes were blurry. She couldn’t even see who the other party was, and struggled, “Let me go! Let me go!”

Yu Zeyao regretfully embraced her in her arms, “Fish, it’s me!”

“You let me go!” Jing Yu shoved hard. She was nearing a breakdown and could not hear what the other party was saying. Now she just wanted to see her father.

Yu Zeyao held her in her arms, wrapped her palm around her head, and buried her face with tears in her chest.

“Fish, it’s me! Calm down! Calm down and I’ll accompany you!” Every word of the man was very hard, pressed against her ears, and said only to her.

Jing Yu leaned in his arms and finally heard his voice and smelled her breath. She gradually calmed down, clutching Yu Zeyao’s shirt with both hands, and she burst into tears.

Cry like a child.

More and more people are watching. Yu Zeyao has been recognized by his neighbors. Cheng En has uniformed the four men Liang Shengyi brought.

Solemnly stepped forward and reminded: “Sir, let’s go down first.”

Yu Zeyao nodded, “Let the police come.”

He slightly loosened Jing Yu, hugged her, and strode downstairs.

Downstairs, Jing Yu pounced on the flower bed. Yu Zeyao followed.

Into the eyes are Yin Hong’s blood and brain. shocking. The two men who had fallen in the pool of blood were already blurred.

“dad!”

Jing Yu rushed up and fell on the opponent. She touched her hands randomly, touching the arteries on her father’s neck, and the pulse that was not beating made her cry like rain,

“Dad, wake up!” Jing Yu didn’t give up, and touched his wrist again. However, there was still no beat.

Yu Zeyao stood beside, unbearable. He turned to look solemn, nodded solemnly, stepped forward, and squatted to look.

After a while, he whispered, “Ms. Jing, Mr. Jing Lao … has no breath.”

Jing Yu’s heart was stunned, and the next moment, he just felt dark. The whole person fainted in a pool of blood.

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“dad……”

“Don’t …”

“Do not!”

With a cry, Jing Yu sat up from the nightmare. On the back, a piece of moisture. Both hands were held firmly by two people respectively.

On one side is Yu Zeyao.

On one side is Jing Rong.

She opened her eyes, aiming at two pairs of worried eyes.

“Sister.” Jing Rong called out to her. Obviously, he already knew the tragedy at home, his eyes were always settled, and now he became red.

“Awake?” Yu Zeyao tightened her hands.

Jing Yu’s eyes moved away from Jing Rong’s face. When he saw the man, his heart became more and more fragile. In front of this man, as if all fear, panic, confusion and sadness need not be covered.

She sat up from the bed with her hands clasped and hugged him. Yu Zeyao closed her eyes and hugged her with open arms.

“I’m here. I’m with Jing Rong.”

Jing Yu’s eyes were sore and her tears kept flowing. Yu Zeyao held her face and wiped away the tears with distress.

Looking at them, Jing Rong silently retreated from the room.

After a long time, Jing Yu pulled away from his arms and got up straight.

Yu Zeyao looked at her, “I’ll worry about the funeral. At that time, you and Jing Rong only need to participate. If you have any special requirements or any customs, you can tell me in advance.”

Jing Yu shook her head and choked, “When can I go and see my dad?”

“When you calm down, I will take you with Jing Rong.” Yu Zeyao pressed her thumb under her eyes. “You are a pregnant mother now, and the doctor said that you must keep your mood cheerful and you ca n’t keep tears.”

Hearing this, Jing Yu looked up, “You all know?”

Yu Zeyao sat on the bedside and carried her into her arms with one arm. Xia Ji lowered her head, “Yeah.”

Jing Yu twisted and buried his face in his chest. “Unfortunately, my dad didn’t know … I didn’t even have time to tell him.”

Yu Zeyao caressed her soft hair, “Jing Lao has a spirit in heaven, and he can see it.”

“My dad has promised … he promised me to meet you when you have time. I even planned to meet you in two days. But … I didn’t expect …”

Speaking of this, her voice was hoarse again.

Yu Zeyao hugged her tightly, and patted her on the back with a big palm, giving her comfort.

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Jing Rong stepped out of their room and was about to walk towards his bedroom.

A figure popped out of the staircase, and he froze. Wen Yan came hurriedly and worried.

Seeing Jing Rong, the worry in his eyes had not yet spread, and Jing Rong could see clearly. At the same time, the pain in Jing Rong’s eyes did not have time to converge.

Wen Yan felt a pain. Q: “Are you … okay?”

Jing Rong just shook his head. Pushed the wheelchair into his room. He sat at the window, always silent.

Wen Yanzhi looked at the back, but felt sorry. Nothing was asked, silently stepped forward, sat down on the bay window, faced Jing Rong, and sat with him.

“If you want to cry, cry, don’t be afraid to lose face in front of me.” Wen Yanzhi looked at him and said.

Jing Rong raised his eyes and shook his head. Bitterly: “I don’t really have a home now …”

“What is homeless? What stupid thing to say?”