Zhang Yadong left and left the Wen family. Although the monkey was unwilling to accept it, he did not dare to stop Zhang Yadong anymore. Zhang Yadong left and left the Wen family. The monk looked angry and heavy, but he didn't say anything else, because he didn't know what Wen Dabao was thinking, because he didn't want to involve himself, because he had to stay with Wen Dabao as Li Chenggang's instructions.

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Thinking of Li Jiaying's insidiousness, monkey's cunning, and being plotted against by monkeys and others again and again, Zhang Yadong made a decision in his heart, that is, he would not leave the wine city, that is, he would have to stay in the wine city, he would have to watch the development of things, and he would have to protect Wenjing, so that no one would have to hurt Wenjing.

With a proud monkey on his face, he left with a sinister smile on his face, Du Liang led Chen Bin out of the villa gate, and Wen Jing walked out of Wen Dabao's bedroom with tears on his face, and the monk...

Everyone had left, only the monk sat silently beside the bed, sitting next to Wen Dabao, looking at the dying Wen Dabao with a heavy face.

"Monk..." After a long time, Wen Dabao slowly opened his eyes, "You go back to your room to rest, I'm fine,"

"Brother Bao, please... let me guard you," the monk still had a heavy face. As soon as he opened his mouth, tears rolled out in his eyes. The monk remembered the kindness of Li Chenggang and Wen Dabao. He remembered that the carefree man had become the dying person now. When he remembered that Wen Dabao had not had much time, the monk could not help but feel melancholy and sad.

"Boy, why are you a big man crying? I... I haven't seen you crying yet. What's wrong with you today?" Wen Dabao's face showed a smile, and Wen Dabao's eyes were also filled with tears, because he knew the monk's character, the monk's loyalty to him, and why the monk cried. "Okay, okay, go back, don't cry in front of me. I don't dare to cry in front of me. When I see you crying, I will..." Wen Dabao didn't say anything, but just raised his arm and wiped his eyes heavily.

"Brother Bao," the monk had no intention of leaving. The monk still looked at Wen Dabao with a heavy face. "You really believe in the words of the monkey, you really believe that Zhang Yadong is such a person, you really believe that Zhang Yadong came to Wen's family for money, you really believe that Zhang Yadong would deceive Miss Jingjing for money, and even kidnap Miss Jingjing,"

"Monk, don't mention Dongzi's incident, the facts are right in front of you," Wen Dabao shook his head with a frustration.

"Brother Bao," the monk seemed even more anxious after hearing what Wen Dabao said. "Dongzi is not that kind of person at all. It is difficult for Dongzi to not give you a reasonable explanation. Dongzi is under greater pressure and pain than anyone else, but..." It was just that Zhang Yadong didn't say it out loud, but Zhang Yadong had explained to the monk that he was not allowed to tell anyone about this.

"Monk, you really believe in Dongzi," Wen Dabao looked at the monk with a serious look.

"Believe, I definitely believe him," the monk nodded heavily with a positive look on his face.

"Well," Wen Dabao nodded thoughtfully, his expression on his face became much more relaxed, but it seemed to be heavier, "I'm relieved in this way,"

"Brother Bao, what do you mean..." The monk looked puzzled and excited, as if he could see that Wen Dabao also trusted Zhang Yadong.

"Monkey, you brother Bao, I'm not confused yet. The monkey's words make sense. Dongzi cannot explain it, but have you ever thought about it? Dongzi didn't come to our house on his own initiative, but your brother Gang brought him back. Dongzi didn't say he was a doctor at all, and at first he didn't know about my illness. How could he use my illness to cheat? Also, Dongzi is poor, but he never asked me for a penny, nor did he make any requests from me, but..."

"Just something," the monk was still anxious, "Brother Bao, since you know everything, why do you still have to drive Dongzi away?"

"It's just that the matter between Dongzi and Zhou Zhilan is true. Jingjing cannot accept it at all. I don't want to force Dongzi anymore. Maybe it would be better for Jingjing to let Dongzi leave. But I don't know how long I can live, and when Jingjing will get married. I dare not imagine that once I leave, there will be no one to take care of Jingjing. What if Li Jiaying and the others want to deal with Jingjing..." Wen Dabao's voice choked before he finished speaking, and his eyes were filled with tears again.

The monk didn't say anything, but his face was heavy. It took a long time to wait until Wen Dabao calmed down and asked slowly: "Monk, tell me what happened to Dongzi, does Dongzi really like Zhou Zhilan, has Dongzi really never liked Jingjing, did Dongzi just treat Jingjing perfunctorily to help me treat my illness?"

"Brother Bao, this..." The monk looked embarrassed. The monk knew the truth of the matter and knew Zhang Yadong's difficulties, but the monk did not dare to tell Wen Dabao because he didn't know that once he told the truth, let Wen Dabao know that Zhang Yadong was also terminally ill... The monk did not dare to stimulate Wen Dabao anymore, and did not want things to become more troublesome. Perhaps Zhang Yadong's departure was a good thing for anyone, "Brother Bao, maybe Dongzi really... he really likes Zhou Zhilan. This matter has been over. Let's not mention him anymore. You will be fine. Miss Jingjing will soon find her happiness."

"Oh..." After hearing the monk's words, Wen Dabao sighed long, and he was already at ease, and of course he was even more disappointed, "Monkey, go back to your room to rest. I'm really fine. I'll leave the quiet safety to you in the future."

"Well, Brother Bao," the monk nodded heavily, and then slowly stood up, "Brother Bao, don't worry, as long as I still have anger, I will never let anyone hurt Miss Jingjing," After that, the monk turned around, walked towards the door, and walked out of the bedroom with Wen Dabao's gratitude.

After the monk left, Wen Dabao slowly sat up, got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom, and sat on the chair in the study. In fact, Wen Dabao was indeed angry just now and fell into a coma, but it was not as serious as he had just shown. In fact, Wen Dabao was not stupid. He knew that everything in the Tao was Li Chenggang being held back. He just wanted to see if his majesty was still there when Li Chenggang was not there.

Wen Dabao tried it, but he was a little suspicious of the monkey, but he didn't think about it anymore. Instead, he focused on Zhang Yadong and his daughter Wenjing.

Wen Dabao slowly opened the drawer and took out the photo again. The "family photo" with his daughter Wenjing, ex-wife Xia Qianqian, and brother Li Chenggang. Although he knew that Wenjing was not his daughter, and although he knew that Xia Qianqian had betrayed him, Wen Dabao did not hate Xia Qianqian, and even more hated Li Chenggang, because he understood that he had snatched Li Chenggang's love back then and ruined Li Chenggang's happiness in his life, and also knew why Li Chenggang has not been married yet; because he knew that everything he had was given by Li Chenggang, because there was no relative beside him except Li Chenggang, because he had already regarded Li Chenggang as his brother, because he only wanted to return everything he had now to Li Chenggang, or Li Chenggang's daughter Wenjing.

"You... why are you getting up?" After a long time, the door of the room was pushed open. Wen Jing appeared at the door, Wen Jing, who was holding a bowl of soup in her hand. In fact, Wen Jing really wanted to call Wen Dabao dad, but she finally couldn't call out.

"Jingjing," Looking at Wenjing who appeared at the door, Wen Dabao seemed a little excited and tried hard to squeeze a relaxed smile from his face, "Why are you here? Why haven't you rested yet?"

"Doctor... The doctor said you are weak, I... I asked Mom Tian to stew some chicken soup for you..." With a look of embarrassment, Wen Jing slowly walked to Wen Dabao and carefully put the soup bowl in her hand down in front of Wen Dabao.

"Chicken soup," Wen Dabao looked surprised and excited. He didn't expect Wen Jing would care so much about him and would personally deliver chicken soup to himself. "Chicken soup is good, my favorite is chicken soup, I..." Wen Dabao didn't say anything, but hurriedly picked up the bowl, reached it to his mouth, and drank it into his mouth in a big mouth, but...

"Puchi..." he vomited out.

"Ouch, oh, it's burning me to death," Wen Dabao gasped heavily. Although the feeling of being scalded was extremely painful, his face was still filled with a knowing smile.

"Oh, who made you so anxious? What I just cooked is hot. I'm so big, so I don't know if I'm worried about it." Wen Jing looked angry and naughty. She took the bowl from Wen Dabao's hand, picked up the spoon, stirred it, and blew it. After a long time, she handed the bowl to Wen Dabao again.

"Hehe..." Wen Dabao smiled silly, took the bowl from Wen Jing's hand again, picked up the spoon, put some soup, and then slowly reached into his mouth. It was not hot, the temperature was just right, but the taste, the saltiness... I don't know how much salt I put to achieve this effect.

"What's wrong? No... doesn't taste good?" Wen Jing looked embarrassed. Wen Jing noticed the strange expression on Wen Dabao's face.

"It's delicious, of course it's delicious," Wen Dabao looked comfortable, put the bowl into his mouth, and then started drinking it in big mouthfuls, but the taste in his mouth and the feeling in his heart... In fact, he felt uncomfortable in his mouth, but he felt happy in his heart, because he knew that this soup was not cooked by the nanny, but by Wen Jing, who helped him with his own hands.

"It's so delicious," Wen Jing seemed to see a clue from Wen Dabao's face. Of course, she also knew Wen Dabao's thoughts, so she reached out and snatched the soup bowl from Wen Dabao's hand, and then picked up the soup spoon...

"Jingjing, you can't drink it, that... that one more sip," Wen Dabao looked shocked. Wen Dabao didn't want to disappoint his daughter Wen Jing. He wanted to snatch the soup bowl from Wen Jing's hand, but he was still one step late. Wen Jing had already put the spoon full of chicken soup into his mouth.

"Puchi...ah...it turns out..." Wenjing knew something was wrong, and Wenjing understood Wen Dabao's thoughts even more. Wenjing looked embarrassed and aggrieved, and her eyes were almost filled with tears, "What are you doing? It's so salty, it's so bad, you still..."

"Jingjing," Wen Dabao interrupted Wen Jing's words. Wen Dabao looked at his daughter Wen Jing with heavy and gratitude, "It's really delicious. As long as the soup you make, I think it's very delicious, really,"

"You..." Wen Jing was still angry, but the tears in her eyes slowly rolled out. After pondering for a while, she threw herself into Wen Dabao's arms without hesitation. She threw herself into Wen Dabao's arms for the first time, and burst into tears, "Woo woo..."
Chapter completed!