Liang Shengyi swayed and fell back.
Even so, he pulled Jing Chaochen's clothes hard, as if grasping the last straw.
He fell out of the window, and Jing Chaochen also fell with him.
"No!" Jing Yu was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he stretched out his hand to grab his father. However, how could she drag down two grown men with her strength
Jing Chaochen was even more worried that he would bring his daughter down with him. When Jing Yu rushed towards her, he turned around and pushed her.
The father and daughter looked at each other, with strong reluctance in Jing Chaochen's eyes. There is some peace again. At least he knew her daughter had found a good home.
However, it is still a pity...
He didn't see Jingrong after all.
"Dad!" Jing Yu's tears suddenly flew out of her eyes, and she got up and threw herself at the window.
Two figures fell from the window.
Liang Shengyi used his last remaining energy to touch the remote control of the time bomb.
Since they are all going to die, why not bring in a few more people to support them
As long as the bomb explodes, the entire community will suffer!
Jing Chaochen discovered his intention and gave him a hard blow, causing the remote control to fall from his hand.
"Bang -" there was a loud noise, and the two people fell to the first floor.
The blood instantly dyed the green lawn red.
"Ah..." Jing Yu was lying on the window screaming in pain. The scream was heartbreaking. She only took one look, turned around and rushed out like crazy.
The door just opened, and he crashed into the man's chest. Her eyes were red, bloodshot, and her vision was blurry. She couldn't even see who the other person was, so she just struggled, "Let me go! Let me go!"
Yu Zeyao hugged her in his arms sadly, "Yu'er, it's me!"
"Let me go!" Jing Yu pushed hard. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown and couldn't hear what the other party said. Now she just wants to see her father, just for a brief moment.
Yu Zeyao held her in his arms, cupped the back of her head with his big hands, and buried her tear-stained face in his chest.
"Yu'er, it's me! Calm down! Calm down, I'll accompany you down!" The man said every word very forcefully, close to her ear, speaking carefully, just for her to hear.
Jing Yu leaned in his arms and finally heard his voice and smelled her breath. She gradually calmed down a little, holding onto Yu Zeyao's shirt with both hands, and burst into tears.
Crying like a child.
There are more and more people watching. Yu Zeyao has been recognized by the neighbors. Cheng En has already subdued the four people brought by Liang Shengyi.
Zhuang Yan took a step forward and reminded: "Sir, let's go down first."
Yu Zeyao nodded, "Let the police come."
He let go of Jing Yu slightly, picked her up, and strode downstairs.
When he got downstairs, Jing Yu threw himself at the flower bed. Yu Zeyao followed.
What caught his eyes was the bright red blood and brain matter. shocking. The two people lying in a pool of blood were already mangled.
"dad!"
Jing Yu rushed forward and fell on the opponent. She fumbled around randomly and found the artery on her father's neck. The pulse that did not beat made her burst into tears.
"Dad, wake up!" Jing Yu refused to give up and touched his wrist again. However, there was still no beating.
Yu Zeyao stood aside and couldn't bear it. He turned his head and glanced at Zhuang Yan, who nodded, took a step forward, and knelt down to take a look.
After a while, he whispered: "Miss Jing, Mr. Jing... is not breathing anymore."
Jing Yu's heart was filled with grief, and the next moment, his vision went dark. The whole person fainted in a pool of blood.
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"dad… "
"don't want… "
"No!"
With a scream, Jing Yu sat up from his nightmare. The back was wet. Both hands were held firmly by two people respectively.
On one side is Yu Zeyao.
On one side is Jingrong.
She opened her eyes and saw two pairs of worried eyes.
"Sister." Jingrong called her. Obviously, he already knew about the tragedy at home, and his eyes, which were always calm, turned red at this moment.
"Are you awake?" Yu Zeyao tightened her hand.
Jing Yu looked away from Jing Rong's face, and when he saw the man, his heart became more and more fragile. In front of this man, it seemed that all the fear, panic, panic, and sadness didn't need to be covered up.
She sat up from the bed, clasped her arms tightly and hugged him hard. Yu Zeyao closed his eyes and opened his arms to hug her lovingly.
"I'm here. Jingrong and I are both here."
Jing Yu's eyes were sore and tears kept flowing out. Yu Zeyao held her face and wiped away her tears sadly.
Looking at them, Jingrong silently retreated from the room.
After a long time, Jing Yu stepped away from his arms and stood up half straight.
Yu Zeyao looked at her and said, "I will take care of the funeral. You and Jingrong will only need to attend. If you have any special requirements or you have any customs, you can tell me in advance."
Jing Yu shook his head and choked with sobs: "When can I go see my dad?"
"When you calm down a bit, I'll take you and Jing Rong together." Yu Zeyao put his thumb under her eyes, "You are a pregnant mother now, and the doctor said you have to stay cheerful and not shed tears all the time."
Hearing what he said, Jingyu raised his head, "You know everything?"
Yu Zeyao sat on the bedside and held her in his arms with one arm. He lowered his chin to the top of her head, "Yeah."
Jing Yu turned around and buried his face in his chest, "Unfortunately, my dad doesn't know... I didn't even have time to tell him."
Yu Zeyao stroked her silky hair, "Mr. Jing has a spirit in the sky, he can see it."
"My dad has already promised... He promised me to meet you when you have time. I even thought about arranging a meeting for you in the past two days. But... I didn't expect..."
Speaking of this, her voice became hoarse again.
Yu Zeyao hugged her tightly and patted her back gently with his big palm to comfort her.
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Jingrong walked out of their room and was about to walk towards his bedroom.
A figure suddenly jumped out from the stairs, and he was startled. Wen Yanzhi came in a hurry, his eyes full of worry.
When he saw Jingrong, the worry in his eyes had not had time to dissipate, but Jingrong could see it clearly. At the same time, the pain in Jingrong's eyes didn't have time to go away.
Wen Yanzhi's heart ached. Ask: "Are you... okay?"
Jingrong only shook his head. Pushing the wheelchair into his room. He sat at the window and remained silent.
Wen Yanzhi looked at the back and felt only pity. Without asking anything, he silently stepped forward and sat down on the bay window, facing Jingrong and sitting with him.
"You can cry if you want, don't be afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of me." Wen Yanzhi looked at him and spoke.
Jingrong looked up at him and shook his head. He said bitterly: "I really have no home now..."
"Why don't you have a home? What nonsense are you talking about?"