Good Morning, Mr. President!

Wen Yanzhi's eyes burst suddenly, and his fingers thrust into his palm. He did not return to solemn words, but slowly stood up from the ground.

It was just such a simple gesture, but it seemed to exhaust his entire strength. His mind was full of tragic events after the boy was abused.

Jing Rong's pain and sorrow, his expression of fright, were like scraping a knife on his apex.

in case--

If he did not take him away without permission, and did not allow him to buy breakfast in an unfamiliar place by himself, all this may not happen.

Black gun held in his hand. He walked out step by step, all covered with the chill of the forest from Hell.

Those outside, squatting on the ground holding their heads. The headed man heard footsteps, looked back, and saw Wen Yanzhi, he originally wanted to beg for mercy immediately. However, after seeing his gloomy look, his body shook, and everything was stuck in his throat.

There was no heat on Wen Yan's face, he raised his hand, and shot sharply on the man's other uninjured leg.

"Ah ..." The man screamed a few times, curled up and fell to the ground.

Wen Yan's face had never been scary, almost embarrassing. Horrible eyes stared at the other side, and several shots were fired at him. However, each shot never hit the point, only let the other side in pain, clean blood a little bit.

The people next to me were ashamed and regretful. You know, this kid Jing Rong has something to do with Mr. Wen, they don't dare to be so brazen.

After counting the guns, he took a pocket towel from his chest and wiped his muzzle coldly. He said coldly, "Drag them all to the black market and sell them."

"Yes, master!"

Kneeling on the ground were a group of big men, and at the moment when they heard Wen Yanzhi's words, their faces changed greatly.

"Master Wen, show mercy!"

"We got it wrong! We won't dare again next time! Please forgive us this time!"

You know, the black market sells not only women but also men. Buying men on the black market is nothing more than those men who are fun and ruthless. In this black market, I don't know how many people have been exhausted and abused by various methods of sexual abuse.

Wen Yan was indifferent to begging everyone for mercy.

It's cold on the surface.

He didn't change his face until he got on the ambulance and saw the boy who was lying on the car with an oxygen bottle and no blood. Cold and gradually receding, replaced by deep intolerance, heartache and deep guilt.

He sat far away, afraid to approach the boy. Annoyed buried in the center of the palms.

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Wen Yanzhi sent Jing Rong to the hospital.

After emergency rescue and a series of inspections, they were finally pushed out.

In the ward, Yu Zeyao was already sitting there waiting. Standing solemnly beside him. The solemnity of what just happened in that abandoned building has been made clear and plain.

Seeing Wen Yanzhi coming in with the unconscious Jing Rong, he stood up coldly and took the lead to walk to the hall of the ward. When Wen Yanzhi passed by, he left only one sentence coldly: "Come out!"

Wen Yanzhi glanced at the boy and told the caregiver a few times before turning around and following Yu Zeyao to the hall of the ward. The door of the ward was closed as soon as Yu Zeyao grabbed Wen Yanzhi's placket and slammed him in the punch.

Wen Yanzhi has never been beaten. At this moment, he took the punch firmly, and he did not hide. He was instinctual, as if seeking a vent, and smashing a punch at the man.

Yu Zeyao did not hide, the corner of his mouth was smashed on the spot. Seeing this picture solemnly, he looked stunned, and took out his gun to face Wen Yanzhi.

Yu Zeyao shouted, "Retreat!"

Weighing solemnly, in the end, the gun was stowed away and set aside.

Yu Zeyao pinched Wen Yanzhi's neck with a cold look. "Jing Rong was taken away by you. You left him half disabled by night. How did you do it? How did you let me explain to his sister?"

"I want to ask you!" Wen Yanzhi sneered, gritted his teeth, and held Yu Zeyao back. "This can't be related to your uncle! I tell you, if Jing Rong can't stand up all his life, he won't be able to get a paintbrush again , I and you are not over! "

His eyes burst and his voice was shaking.

Yu Zeyao stared at him coldly.

Two people face each other, and in the end, they did not know who released it first. Wen Yanzhi seemed to fight too much, retreated to the sofa, and smoked a cigarette fiercely. The fingers with their cigarettes were shaking.

Yu Zeyao walked over, reached out and smoked his cigarette butt, "Don't smoke in the hospital."

The sound has been much softened compared to just now.

Wen Yanzhi gradually calmed down, his face was buried in the palm of his hand in annoyance.

He seemed to be talking to himself, muttering in remorse: "It's my fault, I didn't take good care of him, it has nothing to do with you."

"I will look into this again." Yu Zeyao stood next to him and looked down at him condescendingly. After a moment of silence, he whispered, "What did the doctor say?"

"..." Wen Yan's throat rolled down, but there were more words than could be said.

Yu Zeyao already knew in his heart that there was more gloom in his brows. Speaking again, the voice was much lower. "I'll let Jing Yu come over, but I don't want Jing Rong to let her know the tragedy."

Wen Yanzhi's breathing worsened, and his sad face lifted from his fingers.

He looked up at Yu Zeyao, the proud and public man, and the emotion in his eyes was so helpless for the first time, that shocked Yu Zeyao's heart.

"When Jing Rong wakes up, how can I tell him ... In the future, he will not only have to use a wheelchair to walk, or even ..." He is no longer God's hand. Never again would he think of the art academy he most aspires to rely on his artistic talent? "

Yu Zeyao listened to his words, his thin lips moved a few times, but he was speechless.

He never felt that he was an icy politician. He was instilled in his bones from a young age to a struggle for power. All his patience and softness were given to Jing Jing.

As for the future of a teenager, he can completely ignore it.

But at this moment, the heart is slow to be calm and peaceful.

Such encounters are extremely cruel to a teenager who is full of hope in the future. Maybe, he'll be stunned.

For Jing Yu, who has high hopes for him and hurts him, it must be a devastating blow.

Yu Zeyao left the hospital with a lot of heart. Along the way, there was no word, and solemnity never said a word.

When I drove all the way back to the Vice Presidential Palace, it was already bright.