Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Did you ever go to the cloud desert when you were a student more than four years ago?"

Jing Yu was no longer surprised that he knew his own affairs. After all, the man seemed to know everything about her. Regardless of size, past or present.

She only nodded indifferently. "That was the first internship at Bei Siyuan. The weather in the cloud desert is very bad, and the law and order is very poor. Most of the students who are willing to go are interns."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"It's not that I'm not afraid," Jingyu thought for a while, "I encountered something very dangerous that time."

"I was also on a mission in the cloud desert."

Jing Yu looked at him, looked at his handsome face for a while, then shook his head at the end, "I'm sure I haven't seen you."

She didn't remember herself, and Yu Zeyao was not angry, only patiently recalled her memories, "At the time you were on the helicopter, I got gunshot wounds on my shoulders and legs, and almost got caught in quicksand. It is you who insist on running from the helicopter Come down and save me. Remember? "

Jing Yu still remembers the thrilling scene. There are militants in the cloud desert, and the medical team is very cautious. In particular, he was still with an assault rifle. Everyone was worried that he would encounter terrorists and would not dare to act lightly. It was she who insisted on taking people on a helicopter.

and so……

"Is that the person who refused to take it off with the mask?"

Yu Zeyao folded her shirt and showed her the injury on her arm. Jing Yu's finger lightly touched the wound-he was full of scars, large and small, with knife and gun wounds, countless.

Jing Yu looked at the scars, remembering that **** and said to himself that he had lived in the blood and rain since the age of 18.

That is not an exaggeration.

She raised her eyelids slightly and looked up at him. Yu Zeyao saw a little fluctuation in her clear eyes, he asked, "Are you sympathizing with me?"

"... Your experience is quite sympathetic, but I am not sympathetic." Jing Yu removed his finger from the wound on his arm.

He narrowed his eyes, searching in his eyes, and looking forward to it. "If not sympathy, what is it?"

Jing Yu refused to answer his topic, and instead seemed to be angry: "I was about to take off your mask at that time, and I almost cut off your hand. Your attitude towards life-saving benefactors is really different."

"One another. Your attitude towards life-saving benefactors is also a slap."

"I now finally know that we are not in any way in the future-I don't always have to feel guilty in front of you, especially when I see the wound on your belly."

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Jing Yu went to the hospital to accompany Jing Rong for surgery.

Jing Yanchen was also arranged in this hospital. It was no surprise that Jing Yu saw his father lying on the bed safely. She didn't really understand Yu Zeyao, but she always felt a sense of resoluteness that this man would treat her father and her family well.

"Mr. Vice President!" When the attending doctor, wearing a white robe, pushed out the door from the ward, he was particularly excited when he saw the man next to Jing Yu at the door. you."

Yu Zeyao asked, "What good news?"

"Today we detect that Mr. Jing Lao's situation has improved. The caregiver clearly saw his fingers move slightly. If he continues to follow this development, Mr. Jing Lao will wake up sooner or later."

This is great news.

Jing Yu was a little excited, "Is it true?"

When he was in Besyuan, the doctors said that he was not doing well. She had thought her father would lie so unconsciously all his life.

The attending doctor gave her a strong shot again, "Yes. Our entire team is convinced that the day when Mr. Jing Lao is fully awake is just around the corner!"

Jing Yu was thrilled with orbital fever. When she received such good news, she subconsciously turned her face to look at the man next to her. There was a desire to share the best news with him and get the same joyful feedback from him. Moaning, thoughtfully.

Jing Yu gave him a puzzled look, "What are you thinking?"

Yu Zeyao seemed to be returning to God. The eyes and Jing Yu faced each other, and said, "Nothing."

The voice is calm.

Jing Yu didn't see the joyful expression she was doing from his face, and her heart was inexplicably disappointed. However, I felt very disappointed in my disappointment. After all, not everyone who is happy should follow suit.

She put away her expectation just now, and shook her lips, and said, "I'll go in and see. See you later in Jing Rong's ward."

After she had said it, without waiting for Yu Zeyao to say anything, she was going to open the door of the ward and enter. However, only one step was taken and Yu Zeyao's hand was dragged. She turned her head suspiciously, and saw Yu Zeyao looking at her profoundly and complexly, "I will go with you."

Jing Yu always felt that his mood was a bit wrong.

She entered the ward and Yu Zeyao followed. She was sitting by the bed, he was standing in the window not far away, and never said a word. Occasionally, Jing Yu would look at him with the light. He seemed to have a heavy heart.

Jing Yu sat in his father's ward for a long time and went to Jing Rong again.

Yu Zeyao was too busy to leave before noon. Before leaving, there were repeated calls for Wen Yanzhi to send her away in person.

In the evening, Jing Yu took Wen Yanzhi's car back to the Vice Presidential Palace.

She thanked Wen Yan in the car. Wen Yanzhi is still the responsible rhetoric. Jing Yu looked at Wen Yanzhi with some surprises. At first, he felt that this man was unreliable. He also felt that Jing Rong and him would bring Jing Rong to the ground. But now it seems that he is taking care of Jing Rong.

"You take more care of Jing Rong than my sister." Jing Yu sighed.

Wen Yanzhi drove the car. "I usually do nothing. Jing Rong's kid isn't a blame. It's very flattering. Besides, I can't really take care of him. I usually take care of all the big things."

Jing Yu said thank you again.

"Don't tell me thank you all the time. Jing Rong is a little **** of Lao Yu, so I have to take good care of him."

These three words, "Xiaozi", made Jingyu stunned.

She thought for a while before she said, "I and he haven't ... not yet."

‘Little sister-in-law’ is far from enough.

Wen Yanzhi looked at her with a smirk. "Lao Yu wasn't so good at all? He looked so patient at ordinary times. Why did he meet you so badly?"

I thought that such a sentence would make Jing Yu blush. Who would have thought that she was asking back: "Does he treat others arrogantly?"

Wen Yanzhi was asked for a moment. She glanced at her, then laughed.

"Are you jealous?"

Jing Yu: "... No."

She added: "Just ask. It's just curiosity."

"Miss Jing, forgive me—" Wen Yanzhi's Eight Classics, "These words you last filled up are more like silver."