Good Morning, Mr. President!

Her hands were clipped behind her, and suddenly she no longer struggled.

Eyes gradually dimmed, became cooler, and slightly disappointed.

"You just want to sleep with me, don't you?" Jing Yu leaned on the wall and looked at him, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her tone was almost unchanged, "I asked you to save Jing Rong at that time, I agreed It's up to you. Now that I've met Jing Rong, even if I think it's a shame to do this with you at this moment ... but I won't refuse again. "

The word 'humiliation' is intentional. His face really became more gloomy.

With hard hands, she threw her on the bed.

The man leaned down and looked stern. The tenderness towards her yesterday seemed to disappear completely at this instant. Now the aura of his body is the pressing aura of the superior who cannot be challenged or questioned.

Jing Yu's eyes were stained with stubbornness, and under the stubbornness, there was a thin layer of mist. "Mr. Yu, I hope you understand one thing-even if you really want me today, this does not mean that I will be willing Surrender to you-- "

His eyes narrowed, and he passed a sharp dark shadow.

I only heard her continue: "My heart can never surrender to you, if you even want my heart, don't delude!"

Yu Zeyao took a heavy breath, and the last sentence made him feel a pain in his heart—a picture of another man's name leaning in his arms just now could not help but come to his mind.

He looked at her cruelly and sternly, "Since you can't have your heart, it's good to start with your body-you better remember your own words and keep your heart ..."

When the man said this, he slid his fingers over her chest, pointing at the position of her heart. Jing Yu took a deep breath, and the next moment, he heard only his whisper: "But see if I really can't miss your heart."

Jing Yu's mood was disordered. The man's inevitable look made her more uneasy. As a matter of fact, she could not hold this heart in front of this man.

Just when she was thinking wildly, she felt that her chest was cold. The man ripped open her pajamas rough and brutally.

The pajamas buttons stretched on the carpet, rolled in a circle, and fell to the corner.

Nothing was worn in Jingyu's pajamas. At this moment, he ripped open his clothes violently, and his white skin and proud chest were exposed.

She has an excellent figure, with graceful curves and delicate satin-like skin. There were no flaws on her body, except the marks he had made on her in the morning.

But these red-purple imprints did not destroy the beauty of her body at all, but lined her more and more sexy, hiding a seductive beauty that she had not even noticed.

Yu Zeyao's eyes grew deeper and deeper. He had an unprecedented strong desire to immediately occupy this beauty, letting her belong to herself. What he wanted was not only her body, but also her heart.

He wanted to squeeze into her small heart, and cast aside the other figure without leaving a trace.

With such hot eyes full of oppression and aggression, although Jing Yu had convinced himself to be psychologically ready to accept the man, at this moment, his face was still burning. She didn't look away and didn't look at him, her fingers pinching the sheets, and they were tight.

"Sir!" At this moment, the door of the room was knocked, and the steward's voice sounded outside the door.

Yu Zeyao's eyes moved away from Jing Yu for a moment, and he looked gloomily at the door. The steward continued: "The dinner you ordered for Miss Jing has been prepared, are you coming in?"

Jing Yu slightly stunned. Then, I only heard Yu Zeyao coldly said, "Go! No one is allowed to knock on the door again without me!"

His voice was hoarse, mixed with deep desire and impatience. Standing outside, the housekeeper and the maid pushing the dining car, the two heard this, looked at each other, and the housekeeper waved his hands hurriedly, motioning for the maid to leave.

There was a moment of silence outside the door.

Jing Yu turned his attention to Yu Zeyao. He took a heavy breath, leaned down again, and kissed her lips impatiently.

The big palm wandered freely on her body, and the strength of the hand was not light, as if to embed her whole body into her body, as if to crush her.

Jing Yu's body trembled in pain, her body curled up unconsciously. However, I just stubbornly bit my lip without saying a word.

The more she looked so painful and unwilling, the more angry Yu Yu was.

The big palm fell down from her clothes and got into her pajamas ...

Her slender fingertips shook her. Until the hard object had no sign or foreplay, broke into her tight and dry body, and the hot pain made her unable to adapt to bite her lips.

Tears, unconsciously staining the corners of the eyes, the sourness of the tip of the nose is not only because of physical pain, but because of being treated so harshly—this is not sex, not to mention flirting, to her it is not No shame.

The last time Yu Zeyao had done this to himself, but that time, he was more gentle and patient. She was angry, but not as cold-hearted as at the moment.

Tears wet the corners of her eyes.

As soon as Yu Zeyao lifted her eyes, she saw the wet corners of her eyes, and her tall body was shocked.

She did not want him to see himself like this, she turned her face away and refused to look at him. The fingers were tightly pressed under the sheets, because the tension, unwillingness, and sadness, the slender joints of the fingers became white.

Yu Zeyao looked at her from top to bottom, for a moment, like the heart on his chest was pinched by his hands several times, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Jing Yu felt that the man's movement stopped. She was still tight and tight, and even Yu Guang refused to look at him. She only took a deep breath and said with a cool voice: "If you want to do it, hurry up. It's getting late, I'm sleepy ... "

What she said seemed more ridiculous to him.

The man's eyes were colder, leaning on it, and after taking a hard look at her indifference, he suddenly pulled away. The body was relaxed instantly, Jing Yu couldn't believe it, and didn't know what he wanted to do. Turning vigilantly to look at him, he saw that the man had rolled over and got out of bed.

He looked cold all the time, and was treating his pajamas.

Jing Yu can see from his tight fingers that everything he just did did not vent his inexplicable temper. Moreover, it seemed that the anger was more intense.

Yu Zeyao didn't look at her anymore, opened the door and went out, and the door was banged with a bang.

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