Good Morning, Mr. President!

Fang Chuxi glanced at his son, and nodded that he didn't have much expression, "OK, you go."

Jing Yu didn't stop anymore, leaned slightly to the side, avoided Yu Zeyao and opened the door of the room and went out. Slender shoulder touched him, but didn't stop.

Yu Zeyao stood at the door for a while, never turned back, and never caught up.

Fang Chu looked at him with a slight smile, "I thought it was your brother who had never been in control, and had an idea for Dr. Jing, it was you."

Yu Zeyao didn't answer this topic, just came over and sat down on the sofa beside her, "How about your legs? Would it be uncomfortable?"

"No. Doctor Jing just gave me a massage and was very comfortable."

"That's good." Yu Zeyao nodded in relief. After a pause, he looked at her again, "Father will come tonight. Would you like to ..."

His words weren't finished, Fang Chuxiong shook his head without hesitation, "No need to see you anymore, all are gone."

Yu Zeyao knew that she had settled her heart and did not say anything.

Fang Chuzhen asked, "How is your injury? Have you recovered?"

"Rest assured, it's almost there." Yu Zeyao was afraid that his mother was worried, but just said lightly.

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The cruise ship is slowly moving at sea.

Clothing fragrant shadow, staggered. The melodious music flutters at sea.

Jing Yu hasn't eaten anything until now. The cruise was very large. She didn't find the restaurant after more than ten minutes on the boat. Fortunately, she met Waiter and had to ask for help.

Waiter was polite and enthusiastic, leading her around the cruise ship.

The farther you go, the more lively it is-probably approaching the banquet hall.

Realizing this, Jing Yu stopped and asked Waiter, "Isn't the dining place in the banquet hall?"

"No, it's in the restaurant. But to go to the restaurant, you have to pass the banquet hall."

Just pass, it does not interfere. She can't be stupid enough to eat nothing and just be so hungry. What time does it end tonight? She doesn't know.

After Jing Yu nodded, followed Waiter to the banquet hall. Entering the hall, she looked around unconsciously, but saw the familiar figure at a glance. Cheng Enhe was solemnly guarded, surrounded by the center. On top of his head was a dazzling crystal lamp, a gentleman gentleman, holding a wine glass in his hand, and trembling with people.

He was a cautious and sensitive person, and seemed to be aware of her gaze, tilting his head slightly, his gaze crossed the crowd and projected towards her. Jing Yu froze, and was about to take his eyes back, but he had just moved away after a cold glance. In his eyes, there was not even a trace of unnecessary fluctuations.

Jing Yu is a god. But I think it's good that they shouldn't be entangled.

She didn't stay much, and transferred to the restaurant, where she was alone, and the rest were waiters on the cruise ship. I was too hungry, and now I ca n’t eat too much. Jing Yu simply ordered a poached egg, a sandwich, and a small dessert.

She was concentrating on eating, listening to melodious music, and suddenly heard a few waitresses who just came into the restaurant whispered excitedly as they walked, "I just spoke to our Vice President, and he said thank you Now. "

"I look better than on TV!"

"I think so. Did you see the woman who was standing next to him?"

"Yes, always there, and very beautiful, goddess!"

"I heard that she is the Minister of Defense. She has a marriage contract with Mr. Vice President."

"The door is right, but it really takes such a woman to be worthy of the vice president?"

Jing Yu sat there for a meal and had no intention of overhearing the conversations of others, but none of their words fell into her ears. She took a bite of the poached egg, and her appetite was worse. Eventually, she put down the tableware and sat in the position for a long time to pay the bill and leave the restaurant.

This time, instead of turning back to the banquet hall, he reached the deck from another door.

The gale screamed outside. The sound of the waves rushed into the ear, Jing Yu looked at the lighthouse in front of him, it was the only bright light in the heavy black curtain. She wore only a small dress and stood in the cold wind, surprisingly cold, but this way at least no longer seasickness.

I took a glance at my phone from my handbag, and the banquet didn't start long before, and I didn't know when the ship would return.

She thought boringly, and stood for a while, and when it was too cold to bear, she finally decided to return to the cabin.

Looking back, he paused.

The man who was supposed to be at the banquet hall now was standing on the deck. The deck was dark, he stared at her eyes, but glowed. Sharp and cold.

Jing Yu thought that look was like a knife on his body. Probably the reason for that slap today.

She returned to her heart, and for a moment, continued to walk inside. His eyes had moved away from him, as if he hadn't noticed anyone at all.

However, he walked to him and was dragged by him. Jing Yu was struggling instinctively, and he put her on the cabin with a lot of force. The other hand banged the door of the cabin.

The wind whistled, as if a ferocious beast roared around.

Jing Yu's hand rested on his shoulder, staring at him accusingly, "Mr. Yu!"

Yu Zeyao always looked at her with scorching eyes. Her long legs stepped forward and approached her. Her body was full of strong oppression. Her knees pushed her tight legs apart. The men's strong legs under suit pants were strong against the woman's skirt. Soft underneath.

Jing Yu gasped heavily, spraying Lan Zhiqi on the man's face. Fingers tightened, grabbing his suit.

In the darkness, a thin layer of mist was cast over the clear eyes, with dissatisfaction, panic, and anger in the tone, "What are you doing?"

"On the phone that day, I spoke to myself with self-discipline. Is this what you call self-discipline?" Yu Zeyao pinched her chin, with irony in her words, "Your self-discipline is constantly rejecting me while you keep appearing In front of me? "

His voice was hoarse, and he seemed a little drunk.

He was afraid he drank a lot of alcohol.

Jing Yu frowned. The healer instinctively wanted to remind him that his wound had not completely healed, let alone drink, and he had to pay attention to drinking water. Drinking alcohol now is tantamount to masochism.

However, in this case, it slowed down to the lips.

The strength in his hand increased slightly, pulling her face closer, and she commanded, "Don't pretend to be deaf or mute."

He forbade her to ignore herself anymore.

Jing Yu was pinched and hurt, holding his hands on his hands, preventing him from exerting more strength. Looking at his glance across a complex wave, but the wave was fleeting and almost invisible. She slowly opened her lips--

[Happy Lantern Festival everyone, although one day late! Seeking a monthly ticket ~~~]