Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Fish, what's going on? The Vice President came over and said that I should help you pack your luggage. Are you going out?"

Jing Yu didn't know how to speak with Jin Nian and said he would move to Yu Zeyao to live here. She sighed, "Let them move if they want to move. Every year, I won't go back recently. You can also move home and live there. It's not safe for girls to live alone."

Qi Jinnian heard her voice wrong, "Is something wrong?"

"There is nothing particularly serious." Jing Yu was reluctant to tell her about Jing Rong, but it was just a matter of worry. "The next time we meet, let's talk in detail. I can't say a word or two on the phone."

Qi Jinnian sighed, "You always like to be stuffy in your heart. If you don't want to say it, I won't ask. But, fish, if there is anything, I must help you."

Jing Yu listened to Qi Jinnian's sincere words, the original cold heart, now warming up. She smiled, "You can rest assured that I am not polite to anyone."

"That's good." Qi Jinnian said: "Then I will help you pack the suitcase now. Hey, do you have anything to bring?"

For Jingyu, nothing is special. After thinking about it, there was only a small gold lock that his father gave her before the accident, saying that Jing Rong wore it when he was born, and Jing Yu asked Qi Jinnian to help himself to stuff the little thing into the box.

"Ms. Jing, sir. I explained it last night. You can choose the room in the whole house-which room is more pleasing to you." The steward led her upstairs.

Jingyu looked at the extremely spacious room and just said, "It's all good. Just whatever."

As long as it is not the master bedroom.

It makes no difference where she sleeps.

The steward heard her say this and took her to the room nearest to the master bedroom.

Jingyu stayed in the room all afternoon and didn't go anywhere. Did not even go downstairs for dinner. At this moment, she had no intention to think deeply about her situation, and all her heart was concerned about Jing Rong, whose life and death were unknown.

God, gradually sinking.

Twilight is far away, and late at night. Jing Yu waited in the room but never waited for Yu Zeyao to come back.

When it was more than 10 o'clock in the middle of the night, she was unable to breathe downstairs.

"Ms. Jing, do you want something to eat? You haven't had dinner tonight." The housekeeper saw her and asked out loud. "There is always hot dinner in the kitchen."

Jing Yu's face was not very good. Even if she didn't eat anything all day, she was not hungry at this moment. She only glanced at the door and asked the housekeeper, "Isn't Mr. Yu yet back?"

"not yet."

"Then when does he usually come back? Or, has he called back yet?"

The maid thought she was anxious to wait for Mr. Vice President, and laughed: "Mr. Busy every day, and the time to return every day is not sure. Otherwise, you have something to eat first, take an early break and rest Wait?"

When Jing Yu saw the face of the housekeeper, she knew that the housekeeper had misunderstood her, but at this moment, she really had no intention to explain so much.

Just shook his head and went upstairs again. I took out my pajamas and took a bath in the bathroom.

I don't know how he went to Jing Rong and Wen Yanzhi.

That night ...

Jing Yu waited all night, but Yu Zeyao did not return, not even a phone call.

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And the other side.

In a dark and humid place, Jing Rong's eyes were covered with cloth strips and he could see nothing.

He has just been stunned. Suddenly, when a bucket of cold water poured down from his head, his teeth were shaking and his somber thoughts suddenly cleared a lot.

He took a hard breath, and the next moment, he was dragged by short hair, and the body tied to the chair was pulled back.

The opponent was very powerful, as if he couldn't lift his scalp.

His face was covered with blood.

"Boy, give me a hard word again. You died today, you can't blame me!" The man's voice echoed in the open space.

"Do you really want to know the password?" Jing Rong's voice was so angry. Every word was trembling faintly.

"You **** don't talk nonsense to Lao Tzu!" The man shouted. Stayed up all night, forced to ask all night, but to no avail, the other party was obviously impatient.

"Then you come ..." Jing Rong touched his **** lips.

The man looked down at him, "I'm sorry you can't play anything!"

The other side said, squatting down slightly, and brought his ears closer to Jing Rong. Jing Rong breathed. He bit his man's ear with his open lips, and then he couldn't let it go, just like he was able to feed his milk.

"Shit! Go to you! Damn it!" The man growled in pain and tried to push him away, but Jing Rong bit it and couldn't make it.

Seeing that his ears were going to be bitten off by him, the man yelled at the person next to him: "Mom! You are all dead, don't pull this kid away!"

Those who were already drowsy now also feel alive. Several strong men rushed over and pulled Jing Rong away.

The man managed to break free, raised his hand and covered it, felt the hot blood on his ears, and the blue veins on his face were stretched.

"Well! I dare to bite Lao Tzu to see that you are tired!" The man cursed and slammed Jing Rong in the chair beside him.

Jing Rong was tied there, unable to move, the chair smashed over, and he was sturdy. Suddenly my head was bleeding. He smelled acrid blood, only felt dizzy, and there wasn't a wound on his body, but at this moment he didn't know it hurt.

As if the soul was floating out of the body.

"Look, I won't kill you!" With a low curse, his tied body with a chair was stunned by the strong man. Then he slammed it down. ‘Bang —’ With a bang, I slammed my head on the ground, making a noise.

Jing Rong had no idea where he was at the moment. Maybe I'm going to die here today ...

He bit his lip so hard that he didn't even hum.

"Boss, sir, you can't kill this kid!" Seeing that the situation was not right, someone came up to discourage him.

"You also know that you can't kill yourself, you can always get crippled." The man said, kicking Jingrong hard. Jing Rong's lower lip was bitten and bleeding. The next moment, he suffered the other's fierce feet. He heard the sound of his bones cracking, and finally he could not bear the pain, and wailed.

"Not good, boss! It seems like someone is coming!" Someone shouted.

"Who? Is this the one sent by Mr.?" The man finally stopped.

Jing temporarily relieved, but his thoughts have become increasingly blurred.