Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Alarm? Destroyed?" Yu Zeyao chewed these six words, not only did he have no fear, but praised Yun Qingqingfeng: "This is indeed a very good idea. Then you should go to the police station. Is it here? "

This man is simply not afraid of heaven!

These threatening words from her might sound ridiculous to him.

Jing Yu bit her lip. "You handed my father over, and I didn't do anything like that."

Yu Zeyao looked at her with a smile, and her eyes made her feel uncomfortable. As if laughing at her overwhelming, and at the same time laughing at her.

His tall body suddenly retreated to the sofa behind him and sat down. Long legs overlap. Pick up the phone next to you, "Call the police. By the way, if you want to ruin my reputation, in addition to the police, I'm afraid you need the media."

Jing Yu looked at the radiotelephone he handed over, his breath tight. Under his tentative eyes, she hesitated for a moment, and finally answered the phone.

Yu Zeyao opened his mobile phone, flipped out the phone book, and threw it to her. "CCAV, the most famous media in the world, you call them, and I guess their paparazzi will come over in 30 minutes."

CCAV is usually most keen on reporting political scandals. Indeed, as he said, he made the phone call, and these things he did will definitely explode like snow in the sky and make headlines tomorrow.

It was easy for her father to be rescued.

Jing Yu looked at the number keys on the phone, and her fingers trembled. She looked again at the man who was extremely bad around her, as if she had made up her mind and pinched her fingers on the numbers.

However, when she reached the last key, she finally hung up the handset. For a long time, my hand was still on the handset.

As if finally winning, the lips of the man were raised, and his eyes were bright.

The next moment, her big palm clasped her elbow, and she gently pulled the whole person over and fell on him.

Jing Yu turned back, as if struck on the tail, struggling subconsciously, but he supported his hips and easily hugged them to his legs.

"Sit down, don't move." The man's eyes were smiling.

Jing Yu was so annoyed by his smile that she pinched his hand so hard that she refused to look at him again, "You let me go."

Instead of letting go, Yu Zeyao held her tighter.

"It's rare that you don't have to ask me this time. You come to me once. Do you think I can let you go?"

He had a low voice, a bit helpless in his tone, and a bit lonely.

lonely?

Where does this loneliness come from a man who stands on the top like him and holds the supreme power?

Jing Yu looked up and met his eyes. I saw that his eyes were deep and sharp, and he thought that he wanted to look into her heart through her eyes, "Can't bear to let me fail?"

His sentence seemed to be a heavy blow to Jing Yu's chest.

Can't bear to ...?

Is she?

If so, why is she reluctant?

This man is so terrible that he has repeatedly embarrassed her. Now quietly taking away her father is already trampled on her bottom line, she could not bear to come from.

But if not, why didn't she call the police and not notify the media?

"I didn't want to." Jing Yu blinked, "I just ... just know that you must have been prepared. Even if I call the police and notify the media, I can't help it anymore ... 唔 ......"

What she hadn't finished was blocked by a strong and overbearing kiss from a man.

Jing Yu gasped heavily, clenching his hands and pulling on his bathrobe, trying to push him away. However, he used 12 points to tighten her tighter. She clasped her hands on his shoulders and clipped them behind her. She pried open her lips and intruded straight.

He seemed angry, disappointed, and uncomfortable. The kiss, like anger and resentment, kissed deep and sucked heavily. Jing Yu could still insist on refuting, but after a few times, her mind gradually became a paste.

Hands are tender.

All over.

The kiss made her breathless, and the man barely let her go. Her lips did not recede from her swollen lips, but instead held her lower lip and took a bite: "Tell me the truth, it's not that difficult."

Jing Yu was so ecstatically kissed that when he heard what he felt like sighing, his heart was sour, and a light mist suddenly appeared on his eyes.

She had to admit that she really did not want to. He used to block himself from bullets, and until now the wound hasn't healed.

She tensed her fingers. "You returned my dad to me ..."

"It's easy for you." Yu Zeyao's warm fingers raised her face, letting her blindfold face her, "I give you what you want, you give me what I want."

His eyes were burning, like a fire covering her. She bit her lip. "It's not fair."

"This is not a transaction, it is my unilateral decision, and of course there is no fairness at all."

"..." Jing Yu's spirit was full. How could this man speak so confidently?

She was sullen on the spot, and closed her lips to stop talking.

Yu Zeyao looked at her deeply, "Give you to me, whenever you want to see your father-even now."

His voice is very magnetic. Every word spoken was not a threat, but a temptation.

It was irresistible, as if he was tempted by a slight instability.

Jing Yu almost lost her mind, but in the end she calmly turned away and said lowly, "No."

"That's it." Yu Zeyao let go of her hand and glanced at the phone next to him. "Or, you can choose to call the police and notify the media."

This rogue!

Is he expected that he won't do this?

"The police will call the police. You are not afraid. What am I afraid of?" Jing Yu gritted his teeth.

As if to show her determination, she stared at Yu Zeya with a resentful look and reached out to get the phone. However, her phone had not yet dialed out, and the cell phone in her pocket rang at this moment.

Jing Yu guessed that Qi Jinnian, who was waiting impatiently outside, put down the phone and went out of her pocket.

On the screen, it wasn't Jinnian's number, but the phone number from Jingrong's class teacher.

Is something wrong with Jingrong?

Jing Yu did not dare to neglect, and immediately got out of Yu Zeyao. Go to the window and connect the phone.

"Hi, hello."

"Ms. Jing, could you please tell Jingrong classmates to come back to class tomorrow. It's already a senior year, so you can't miss classes at will."

Jing Yu wondered, "Isn't Jing Rong in school now?"

"He's not there. I'm going to extra class tonight and I know he's not at school at all."