Good Morning, Mr. President!

The other party hung up the phone directly.

Listening to the cold beeping sound on the phone, I just felt that the sky was spinning and I couldn't help shaking.

Her legs were weak and she almost fell over several times.

She tried to stabilize herself, trying to make herself more rational and calm, but the **** photos on her hands were constantly tearing her nerves.

Instead of calling the police, she shook her hand and dialed the phone to Yu Zeyao. She needs Wen Yanzhi to give her a proper explanation and explanation. Or, is this all a conspiracy of Yu Zeyao and Wen Yanzhi?

She couldn't think calmly. At this moment, in her cognition, no one can get out of touch.

After the call was dialed out, the call was still solemn. Obviously this number is not Yu Zeyao's personal number.

"I want to find Yu Zeyao." For the first time, Jingyu called his name in front of outsiders.

As soon as she solemnly heard her tone, she knew that something was wrong, but she still said truthfully: "Ms. Jing, sir is now receiving important foreign guests. I am afraid I can't answer your call. If there is something important, let me tell you ? "

Jing Yu is not a hazy person.

His identity is unusual. Participation is a national matter.

She said, "I want to contact his friend-Wen Yanzhi."

"Mr. Wen?" Solemnly: "Mr. Wen was already contacting Mr. Wen last night, but Mr. Wen's phone has not been connected until now."

Jing Yu was cold.

"How long will it take for him to finish the meeting? I can wait for him."

"Miss Jing, please wait a moment. I'll look at the schedule."

After solemnly speaking, there was quiet for a long time. Jing Yu's hands were tight, holding the phone firmly. She waited with breath. After a while, the solemn voice finally came over, "Two hours later, the meeting will end. But there will also be a Chinese feast after the meeting. Mr. must not be absent. After lunch, there will be about two hours of rest time, if Miss Jing If you have time, maybe you can meet with Mr. "

"Where is the Chinese restaurant?"

"At the Mustan Hotel."

"Then I'll wait for him."

Jingyu didn't say anything, hung up the phone, and went directly to Mousdan.

The Mustang Hotel is obviously going to be a senior VIP today, and it was already cleared early. The road a few miles away has been blocked and there are serious bodyguards everywhere. The people around were curious and couldn't help but stop and look around, but no one approached.

Jing Yu picked a cafe on the side of the road and sat at the window, watching from a distance. She was always upset, and for two hours she was suffering more than ever.

She looks at her watch from time to time. It wasn't until a convoy of cars drove far away that the crowd was hustle and bustle that she paid for it and quickly walked out of the cafe.

She stood on the side of the road and saw the car belonging to him from afar. He was sitting in the back seat. Jing Yu raised her hand, hoping that he might see himself, but another figure in the back seat made her sting.

A woman sat beside him.

Mo ring.

She is dressed in a white suit, elegant and capable, with outstanding temperament. The two were talking in a whisper, and the woman leaned slightly towards the man and approached him to talk to him. He nodded occasionally without saying much.

"Mr. Vice President!" Someone in the car was recognized, "It turned out that Mr. Vice President came to the Mustan Hotel today!"

"The one next to him is the future Vice President's wife?"

"It's very temperamental!"

"This is both a door to the door and a golden boy."

Jing Yu slowly raised her hand.

At this moment, the window of the car suddenly dropped. The people expected that the man waved at them with a smile. Jing Yu felt his eyes turned towards her, and she looked up at him, but did not wait to see the emotions in his eyes, his eyes quickly moved away and stood outside the crowd .

"Miss King." At this moment, a familiar voice sounded. She raised her dim eyes and saw solemnly standing in front of herself. He pulled the car parked on the other side of the road. "Come on, sir, let me pick you up."

Jing Yu remembered the picture of him and Mo Huan sitting in the car just now, his lips narrowed, he said nothing, and just sat solemnly in the car.

Along the way, she asked nothing, said nothing, but projected her gaze out the window.

She solemnly saw that she was in a bad mood and did not speak.

When Jing Yu returned to her mind, they found that their car was parked at the door of Mousdan Hotel. Solemnly gave her a pass to lead her into the hotel.

"Miss Jing, you have a meal in the room and wait for a while." Solemn handed her a room card.

Jing Yu can only wait now. Even such a wait is too much.

She went upstairs with the card. The waiter quickly brought a rich meal, but Jing Yu had no appetite. She just sat idly on the sofa, her soul seemed to be emptied, and she never touched the chopsticks.

She dare not imagine what kind of pain and torture Jing Rong is suffering.

Who are those people? What do they want?

Is it the creditors of the Liang family?

However, Liang Shengyi himself said that those debts had already been paid off.

She was thinking wildly, with many, many things in her mind hard to figure out.

At this moment, a 'click' sounded and the door was pushed open from the outside. Jing Yu turned around and saw Yu Zeyao appear at the door. He gave her a deep look and took the door with his backhand.

Jing Yu immediately got up and walked towards him within a few steps.

He smiled and smiled charmingly, "I thought you would need more time to convince yourself. But solemnly, you are very anxious to find me."

"I'm looking for your friend, and I need you to give me an account." Compared with his relaxed look, Jing Yu's face was solemn.

Yu Zeyao thought she was in a hurry because Wen Yanzhi took away Jing Rong. "You don't have to be too nervous, it's true that Yan Zhi took away. Yan Zhi is not a man of modestness, and naturally brought him back after the weekend. "

"Isn't he a man of no measure?" Jing Yu couldn't hold his breath anymore. As soon as the tip of his nose was sour, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist. Tears are about to burst out.

Yu Zeyao frowned. He had never seen her look so fragile.

"Jing Rong was not taken away by him, but was kidnapped by him." Jing Yu flipped those photos out of his bag, and his voice was hoarse. "Why did your friend kidnap him? What did he want from Jing Rong? ? "

When Yu Zeyao said this, Yu Zeyao looked more dignified.

Looking again at the photos taken by Jing Yu from his bag, his face was cold and covered with frost.