Good Morning, Mr. President!

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

In such a quiet night, the sound was extremely sudden. That thought fell on Jing Yu's heart, dull and somewhat depressed.

She had wanted to wait for him to ask her father, but now it seems that she can't ask tonight.

She was lying on the soft big bed in a messy clothes, and there was no movement for a moment. It wasn't until he was sure he wouldn't come back that her eyes fell on the door.

Grab the quilt and cover your stiff and semi-naked body.

He looked at the ceiling, then slowly held the quilt and got up from the bed.

Just moving like this, there is still faint pain somewhere in the body.

She rested for a while, and the whole person really relaxed before she got out of bed and picked up a set of pajamas and walked into the bathroom. We found only weak blood between my legs while taking a shower.

His recent movement was fierce and powerful, and he stabbed deeply, which hurt more than last time.

Jing Yu recalled that he had just been rough, and his heart was more sad than angry. Probably, she is still looking forward to his tenderness, rather than really turning it all into a deal or a game that he uses for pastime.

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the other side.

Yu Zeyao returned to his room.

He didn't turn on the light, but just stood on the terrace, lit a cigarette and smoked. Looking from the terrace, the next room was still lit.

She only pulled a single layer of curtains at the moment, and he could vaguely see her moving figure.

Unconsciously, his mind appeared like she had wet her eyes. Making love with him, to her, is it such a painful thing?

However, even today during the day, he even felt confident that she was not indifferent to herself. Now that I think of it, I feel a little ridiculous about my confidence.

She is a dead-headed person, and probably, even a single person likes her.

Yu Zeyao smoked another cigarette vigorously, extinguished his cigarette butt, returned to the room, and called the housekeeper downstairs.

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Jingyu treated it with a hot towel a little, and after taking a shower, people felt more comfortable, and his body was not so painful just now.

However, the stomach was a little uncomfortable. These three meals are not good these days, and my stomach is tossed. She flipped the pills out of her box and just wanted to take the medicine. She turned her head to look at the bedside, but there was no drool in the cup.

With a sigh, I finally put the tablet down. Go out now and maybe meet him again. After experiencing what had just happened, it was a bit awkward to meet immediately.

Jing Yu was thinking. At this moment, the door of the room was knocked again.

She looked up subconsciously, and heard the voice of the housekeeper ringing at the door again, "Ms. Jing, are you asleep?"

"not yet."

Jing Yu got up and pulled the door open. I saw the steward followed by the servant.

"Good evening, Miss Jing." The steward greeted him respectfully and directed the servant to push the dining car in.

"Thank you, trouble you." Jing Yu thanked. She is really hungry now.

The steward laughed: "It was the man who ordered us to bring it up, and also ordered the kitchen to make a digestible meal. Miss Jing tasted whether it was appetite, if not, we will make another.

Jing Yu slightly surprised.

His eyes fell on those delicate delicacies, and there were some irresistible fluctuations in his heart. If he is such a careful person, why did he just have such a temper somehow?

She sat down and tasted it. Heart-wrenched and didn't taste it.

The steward stood and looked at her, and asked tentatively, "Ms. Jing, how is it? Does it still suit your taste?"

Jing Yu just came back to this, and her hooked lips squeezed a slight smile, "Well, it tastes good."

"That's good. Before you come here, the sir will list all the dishes, and you will choose what you like. I guess Miss Jing will definitely like it."

Jing Yu passed another wave in her heart. She looked at the meals, doubting, "He listed them?"

"Ok."

"That's right ..." Jing Yu looked at the housekeeper mildly. "Is your husband in a bad mood tonight?"

"No." The housekeeper thought for a while, and said, "I was in a good mood when I came back. Since Miss Jing came, the first thing every time Mr. Jing returns is to care if you have a good sleep or a good meal. It's the second time I've seen Mr. so attached to someone. "

the second time……

Jing Yu thought about these three words in her heart, and tasted the soup, as if asking casually, "Did she also do this to others before?"

"The first time was our husband's mother." The steward was afraid of her misunderstanding and hurried back: "Mr. is filial and very good to his wife."

Jing Yu nodded.

This is beyond doubt. She also felt it.

Jing Yu didn't ask any more. It's probably the stuffed relationship in her stomach. Compared with just now, she feels a little better.

The housekeeper did not stay in the room, but led the servant out. When they left, there was only Jingyu alone in the room, and she looked away at the meal in front of her slightly.

Since he was in a good mood when he returned, why was he so cloudy in front of himself? She just fell asleep, and never offended him.

Jing Yu thought wildly, and did not notice that he was totally devoted to the bad-tempered man.

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the next day.

Jingyu got up early in the morning, changed his clothes, and was ready to go to the hospital for work. She thought about rearranging her class so that she could take time to see Jing Rong. Moreover, Jing Rong lived in Yu Zeyao's hospital. It was good, but she was too far away from her to take care of her, so she had to transfer Jing Rong to the hospital.

In addition, they have Dr. Fu Yichen Fu in Beisiyuan Hospital. Only after Dr. Fu's consultation with Jing Rong will she be calm.

Jing Yu carrying the bag downstairs, there was no man in the hall.

"Good morning, Miss Jing." The housekeeper greeted her.

"early."

Jing Yu bowed his head. Put down your bag and go to the restaurant. He's not there either.

He's so busy, probably already gone.

She lay in bed last night and thought about it all night, feeling that she should talk to him about last night's affairs. In any case, Jing Rong was rescued by him.

However, I did not expect that there would be no such opportunity today.

The steward seemed to be aware of her thoughts, and instructed the servant to set the meal, and said, "Mr. is usually very busy, and went out early in the morning."

"Oh." Jing Yu responded lightly, no more words, and just had breakfast quietly. After all, he is a vice president, and he has a lot of natural things.

It seems that whether it is the case of Jing Rong and his father or last night, I can only talk to him at night.