Good Morning, Mr. President!

Speaking of which, he paused for a moment, brushing off the messy long hair on her cheek, holding her face with one hand, her eyes fixed on her, "This is just the beginning, but it will never end. I want you , Whether you want it or not. "

His eyes were so firm that he was bound to get them. Jing Yu's hand curled slightly on his chest was tightened slightly, and he asked dumbly, "Why me?"

"Why are you?" Yu Zeyao laughed at himself, "I also want to know why you are, but often this unreasonable desire is the most authentic voice in my heart."

Jing Yu looked at him and wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing, but closed his eyes slowly.

If she hadn't always known of the existence of a Miss Mo, I'm afraid she would also be trapped in his persistent eyes and love words.

She knew that if she resisted and rejected the man herself, some corners of her heart would still fall uncontrollably. Otherwise, if another man is so intrusive, how can he get only one slap?

This kind of uncontrollable feeling is the most disturbing and disturbing to her.

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Jing Yu knew that he would not let herself go. She closed her eyes and hoped that she would quickly go to sleep, but lying in an unfamiliar bed, the arms of a man who was not too familiar, and both were still naked It's really hard to sleep.

But looking at the man around him, he actually fell asleep.

He slept peacefully, not as a rogue when he faced her, or as an elegant gentleman standing on the stage, but rather childish. And, is an overbearing child.

Even after falling asleep so much, he refused to let go of her hands. No matter how hard she tried to push him away.

Jing Yu sighed and gave up. Looking at the strange ceiling and looking at the men around him, it felt like a ridiculous dream.

After a long time like this, in the middle of the night, Jing Yu finally fell asleep drowsily. But she slept very restlessly, and was awakened by scalding in the early morning, as if a fire around her was constantly burning herself, making her sweat dripping. She was confused about pushing the fire, but no matter how hard she tried, the fire was sticking to her like a mountain.

After all, it was uncomfortable to open my eyes.

When I was awake, I realized that the fire that burned down was Yu Zeyao who was lying beside him.

He was closing his eyes tightly at the moment, with a great deal of pain between his brows and a cold sweat on his forehead.

Wrong!

Jing Yu raised her hand, and the heat of the palms made her wake up.

"You have a fever."

He didn't know if she didn't hear her, he just snorted from his nose and didn't even raise his eyes.

"Mr. Yu." Jing Yu patted him on the cheek worriedly, "You wake up, you burned terribly."

It must be because he drank too much alcohol despite the wound last night.

Yu Zeyao didn't wake up, obviously his body was hot, but he was so cold that he shivered. Hold her hand against her face. Her palms were small and her palms were hot, which seemed to make him feel more comfortable.

"You have to go to the hospital now, it may be caused by the inflammation of the wound." Jing Yu wanted to help her up. However, he was too heavy, and now that he was faint and weak, he couldn't make a little effort, and it wasn't that she could shake one hand at all.

Jing Yu was tossed with sweat, and failed to wake him up. She touched his phone at the bedside, and wanted to call for help solemnly, but in the end his mobile phone was encrypted, and she couldn't open it at all.

Too. As his vice president, I am afraid there are too many secrets that outsiders cannot see.

She can only get up to find someone.

Jing Yu didn't hesitate, put down her phone, opened the quilt and got out of bed. However, the hand had not been pulled out of his palm, and he had directly held it a little harder.

Jing Yu was crushed on him, afraid of overwhelming the wound on his abdomen. She was still grasped by one hand, propped on the bed with one hand, her body arched slightly, her eyebrows narrowed, "You let go first, I will give you Call your assistant. "

He seemed to be awake at last, and opened his eyes half hard. Seeing her, the pain of his eyebrows had dissipated a lot, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips. "Don't go anywhere. I'm cold, you hold me ..."

Probably because of illness, his words were no longer the tone of the arrogant command, but rather with some fragile petitions, it was Jing Jing's heart softened and he could not bear to refuse.

But he froze, looking at him with complicated eyes, with tangles and struggles in his eyes.

He saw that she didn't move, and the hands that propped her up on the bed also took her hands. Without support, she softened. Eventually, she sighed, leaned sideways, and did not rest on his wound, and wrapped her hands around his neck.

He grinned with satisfaction.

It's so nice to laugh.

Jing Yu was stunned, bit his lip, don't open your eyes, and murmured, "I'm a doctor, I ... can't let the patient leave."

Yu Zeyao laughed, "Yes, you are a doctor and the healer is kind, so you will agree to whatever the patient asks."

Jing Yu: "..."

After a pause, she added: "You hurt me for this injury."

"Since you remember, then I want you to make a promise, why don't you want to?"

"..." Jing Yu ignored him. This man is still as rogue.

"Have a little bit of effort and hold tight, I'm cold." Yu Zeyao didn't turn around on this topic, he asked half asleep and awake.

Jing Yu sighed. After seeing him through his clear eyes, he finally leaned into his arms.

Even I feel that I am too contradictory.

In fact, he should simply let go of such unreasonable demands. But she softened.

"Tomorrow your first thing is to go to the hospital."

"Listen to you." His voice was getting softer.

"You shouldn't drink like this now. Pay attention to even drinking water. Didn't your doctor remind you?"

He said bitterly: "Yes, remind every day, but some meals are inevitable."

Jing Yu looked down at him with serious eyes, "You're kidding yourself."

Yu Zeyao didn't answer anymore, it seemed that he fell asleep again. Jing Yu had no sleepiness, and covered his forehead from time to time to try the heat on him.

"Fish ..."

Not knowing how long it had passed, he sighed suddenly.

Jing Yu was still not used to being called like this, but still returned to him, "Are you awake?"

He didn't wake up. Sticking it to her, her hot lips rested on her white ears.

"Do you know, I have been looking for you for a long time ..." He seemed to be talking to himself.

Jing Yu wondered, "Find me?"

He kissed her earlobe thinly, and his hoarse voice made him say something sweet, "I think, I really like you, otherwise, I have given up in the past five years ..."

Jing Yu was dazzling, and his heart was rippling.