Good Morning, Mr. President!

The words of the man were so deep that the entire study was filled with low air pressure.

Every word was tossing loudly and rightly, without even giving people room to refute.

Jing Yu was stared at him for a long while with his too arrogant and arrogant attitude, and his red lips fluttered a few times, not even a word.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the man away and slid off the desk. But his feet had not yet touched the ground, and Yu Zeyao held his waist in disregard. She couldn't bear it, looked up, and looked cold, "Mr. Yu, who are you?"

Her nice voice was cold, and there was a slight coldness in her eyes. She tried to restrain him and reminded him, "Actually, we have nothing to do with you. You are not qualified to restrict my freedom, and freely influence my decision."

Jing Yu eyes fixed.

Yu Zeyao's eyes were clear.

"I left you for too long." His thin lips lightened, and the possessiveness in his eyes was stronger than ever. He choked her chin, lifted her face, and locked her eyes with his eyes, "Fish, remember what I said to you today-I will be your man, From now, this moment! "

Every word he bit was very heavy, and his look was more serious than ever.

Jing Yu was shocked, watching her eyes fluctuate, and she felt a wave of waves unconsciously in her heart. However, soon, the thought of the woman named Mo Huan was in my mind, as if suddenly waking up, the ripples in my heart gradually dissipated.

She whispered, "Mr. Yu is an adult, why is there such a ridiculous idea? It is not because you unilaterally declare that you are my man, we have such a relationship. There is also 'you love me in this world' 'Four words. Not to mention ...'

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, with a little irony in her eyes, and looked at her, and then continued: "As indiscriminate as you are, but ask my will, try to change my life at will, affect the man I decide And I do n’t need it. "

After she said, she bowed her head and strangled him with his chin. Yu Zeyao was so strong that she couldn't hold her back, instead raising her face again.

He had a smile in his eyes, but the smile was cold, and Jujun's face was stained with the high spirits of the high man. "Fish, the rules of this world are weak and strong." Exist in your dictionary. And here I am-only 'submit'. "

The word "submission" is like a heavy stone pressed down.

Jing Yu looked at him. The courage and strength of his 10,000 people were hard-hearted and cold, and Jing Yu suddenly came to his senses-this man is a cold and cruel politician-he and other men are not In the same way, he is a fanatical chaser of power. He has been used to everyone bowing his head before him and accustomed to controlling everything.

And she is probably a small toy he likes to pass the time.

How could a man with supreme power tolerate toy disobedience?

When Jing Yu was thinking, the cell phone rang suddenly at this moment. Yu Zeyao looked at her, as if she had expected that she would have such a phone call, looking pale. The big palm let go of her chin, and she pulled the ringing cell phone out of her pocket neatly.

"Take it," he said, and handed the phone to her.

Jingyu's eyelashes fanned down, and she lowered her eyes slightly. She saw Professor Luo's number flashing on the screen, and her heart suddenly became cold, and an unknown feeling rose upward.

Yu Zeyao looked at her and could see the dark color in her eyes. He flipped the phone away, tapped the speakerphone, and threw it on the desk. Instead of hitting her again, she stepped back and sat comfortably on the single sofa.

Straight legs overlapped, eyes kept staring at her, and there was a cool inside.

Jing Yu sat on his desk without moving, and heard Professor Luo's voice coming from his mobile phone.

"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing? Why don't you speak?"

It took a while for Jing Yu to move the lower lip and spit out a few words, "I'm here, teacher."

There was some weakness in her voice and she was weak in movement. She exhaled and asked, "Is something wrong with going to Milici?"

"That's true," Professor Luo said.

Jing Yu didn't look at Yu Zeyao on the opposite side, her eyelashes drooping.

Professor Luo explained: "The hospital said that this time Mississippi is not suitable for girls, and you are in a special situation. After careful consideration, the hospital decided to let Xiaobo go for you."

This result is already unexpected for Jing Yu at this moment.

Professor Luo seemed to feel her low mood and said over there: "Xiao Jing, the hospital also knows that you are really in trouble. This time, don't be too sad. Your father's medical expenses, I have applied to the hospital I'll give you some more as compensation for this temporary change of plan. As for the Mississippi side, to be honest, it won't be too bad to go now. The epidemic there is getting worse and worse, stay now It is quite safe domestically. "

Jing Yu knew that Professor Luo was comforting himself. She picked up the phone, turned off the speakerphone, and returned a few words before hanging up again.

She sat on the desk holding her mobile phone in silence, and after sitting for a while, she finally moved—she slipped off the desk and walked out of the study. There was no stop during the whole step. When passing by someone sitting on the sofa, not even Yu Guang passed over him, as if he was just a non-existent air.

Yu Zeyao did not stop her.

He just looked at the darkening twilight outside the window with a deep gloom.

He took his cell phone and called solemnly.

"Sir." Solemnity was quickly connected.

"Take Jing Yichen out of Bethyuan Hospital and arrange it in my private hospital."

A solemn moment of solemnity, and finally nodded, "Okay, I'll arrange it immediately."

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the other side.

Jing Rong just finished eating from the school cafeteria and went to the studio side by side with several male students.

A sports car drove straight up at him, arrogantly crossing in front of them, blocking their way.

Jing Rong frowned. This swaggering style, even without looking at the driver, Jing Rong guessed who was coming.

Sure enough, the window of the car came down, and the under-smiling smiley came out, "Student Jing, I'll find you something, get in the car."

Jing Rong felt that he must have owed him in his last life, so he was tangled by him. Moreover, there seems to be no other topic between them besides talking about his sister. He is looking for himself now, I'm afraid he's talking about his sister again.

"Isn't this the one who modeled us last time?" The students also recognized Wen Yan.

Wen Yan greeted them with enthusiasm, and finally waved to Jing Rong, "Hurry up, get in the car, don't let it run!"