Good Morning, Mr. President!

She slowly opened her lips--

"I'll be here tonight, exactly what the lady meant." The wind is strong, her voice trembling slightly in the cold wind, and her eyes flickering. "If you knew at first that tonight was your celebration party, I won't show up here either. "

"So, during the day?" Yu Zeyao's eyes narrowed, and she looked at her coldly, in a sullen tone. "Why does it appear at the lecture site during the day and why does it appear in the White Feather Palace?"

Jing Yu fixed his eyes, "It will be a coincidence that it will appear in the White Feather Palace-this point, your assistant is the most solemn. As for the speech-"

She paused for a moment before continuing: "I was pulled by Jin Nian to listen to the Vice President's speech. She is a loyal supporter of the Vice President. And I didn't know that the new Vice President was you before."

After her remarks, Yu Zeyao had not spoken for a long time.

Under the dim light, Jing Yu didn't see how ugly he looked at the moment, but he still felt his eyes look sharp. And pinching his heavier and heavier hand, showing his anger at the moment.

"... You hurt me." She felt that her chin was about to be brutally crushed by him, frowning, humming, and pinching his hand.

The man's eyes were heavy, and his hand suddenly released from her chin. Jing Yu just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had let himself go, but the next moment, his body emptied, and the man suddenly hugged him.

"What do you want to do?" Jing Yu lay in his arms, his hands curled tightly, and grabbed the white shirt in his suit.

"You will know for a while," Yu Zeyao said thickly.

The door was kicked open, and the light inside was dazzling. Just coming out of the darkness, Jing Yu hadn't had time to adapt to the strong light, and her beautiful eyes were slightly instinctual, she subconsciously hid from his chest. Yu Zeyao felt this small movement, his eyes darkened, and the anger in his eyes eased a lot.

If only she could have been a little woman like this now, without those stings on her body, and relying solely on his arms, that would be great.

Jing Yu raised his eyes to make him drop himself, but he did not expect to see his slightly soft eyes mixed with complex emotions. The look was like a soft, sharp arrow that shot through her heart and sealed her throat.

Uneasy in my heart.

Those words were dumb in his throat and he couldn't speak.

When Jing Yu returned to God, she discovered that he was taken into the room on the cruise ship by him. She was left alone on the soft, luxurious bed.

This time, completely sober.

Yu Zeyao stood beside the bed, **** his tie around his neck, his eyes burning with flames that could burn people to ashes. From beginning to end, those eyes were fixed on her. With a strong possessiveness.

Jing Yu had a big alarm bell in her heart, she was not stupid, especially with the experience of being almost bullied before, what would happen next, she wanted to use her toes.

She breathed heavily, almost wandering up from the bed, the heels on her feet had already fallen off, but she couldn't care about wearing it at the moment, she jumped off the bed barefoot and rushed to the door.

However, before taking a step, the man's long arms like iron eased up to her waist. With more force, she was thrown back into bed again.

"Can you run it?" Yu Zeyao hooked his tie with one hand and propped her on the bed with one hand, fixing her between the bed and her chest. Jing Yu gasped heavily, staring at him alertly. It looks like a trapped little white rabbit, staring at a big wolf that might pounce on her at any time.

There was a light in the room, and now she could clearly see the man's face.

He obviously drank some wine, and seemed drunk. The man covering her at this moment was no longer a modest gentleman on the stage during the day, but a man with evil arrogance, domineering and strong possessiveness.

In the eyes and in the breath, there was a strong aggression.

Jing Yu's throat rolled down, and her fingers squeezed the sheets under her head nervously, "You're drunk!"

Are you drunk?

He grinned, and the smell of alcohol and alcohol was sprayed on her cheek. "People who are really drunk will become unconscious. But now I'm not only conscious but also awake--"

He said that there was a pause, and her fiery palm grabbed her hand and drew down. It's as hard as a soldering iron.

The hotness of her palms was an experience that Jing Yu had never experienced before. Her fingertips were trembling, her hands were stiff and she had forgotten to draw them back, her eyes could only stare at him.

His lips sucked her white, soft earlobe, and every word he said contained seductive spring feelings, and he was stained with evil, like a demon who was sinking inch by inch, pulling his soul, "Jing Yu, I I want to make love with you. I want to make you hurt, but I want to make you happy; I want to be rough with you, but I want to love you more; I want to hear you asking me for mercy, and I want to hear that you love me ... ... "

Jing Yu's shame couldn't stand his direct and emotional love, his eyelashes fluttered, and a hazy mist appeared in his eyes. She bit her lip, don't open her face, trying to avoid the man's hot lips. However, his face was slammed back directly, and he stared at her with deep eyes, as deep as a whirlpool, "You can easily stir my heart into a mess, but you are still innocent and aggrieved. Do you know what the consequences will be? "

Jing Yu had hot flashes in her eyes and licked her lips, but she had nothing to return. The man's kiss forced him crazy again. She grasped a bit of reason, trying to avoid it, but her wrist was suddenly tied, raised, and tied by his tie to the head of the bed.

"You ... what are you doing?" Jingyu struggled. Look at him and look at the tie on your wrist.

The desire in Yu Zeyao's eyes did not fade at all, and she was enveloped by her. Hold one hand on her wrist, rubbing the thumb gently on the tender skin under the tie, "Don't move, the tighter this knot becomes, the tighter it gets."

His tone was even gentle.

Jing Yu's thick eyelashes trembled terribly. Being treated in this way reminded her of the humiliation she had suffered since she had been secretly calculated by Chen Wanzhi. Her eyes were hot and her voice was weak.

The word 'President', before she finished, a arrogant and lingering kiss covered her lips.

At first she was still struggling, but gradually she felt more and more useless. Trapped hands, hold tight. The body became softer and softer, as if it would turn into a pool of spring water at any time.

She was reluctant to let herself fall like this, and gasped for a few times, trying to say what to say to reject him, but the lips of Yanhongrutao opened slightly, and the voice turned into an ambiguous moan.