Good Morning, Mr. President!

Until the smell of burnt came from the kitchen, the two people suddenly recovered from the intense kiss.

Jing Yu turned her head to look at the red-hot pot, and was quite helpless. "It has to be done again."

Yu Zeyao still had a deep passion in his eyes, but he let go of her. She wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged her from the glass platform. A glance at her with a warning, "Cook well and stop messing around."

Jing Yu was funny, "Kissing you was a mess. I won't kiss anymore."

Yu Zeyao looked at her with a smile and didn't answer.

Jing Yu found that his boy skills were quite solid. Even though she hadn't made tomato egg flower before, she had all the colors and aromas when she came out of the pot. She took her millet porridge, and usually did not eat supper. She also drank a large bowl.

Jing Yu finished drinking and took the lead to drop the spoon. He is still eating, and his movements are elegant and not ill.

Jing Yu looked at him, he suddenly raised his eyes, and met her eyes, "what do you want to say?"

"The Spring Festival is over, and my dad is awake."

"Want to go back to work?" Yu Zeyao nodded. "I arrange."

Jing Yu said quietly: "I want to move out from here."

As soon as the words came out, Yu Zeyao ate a meal. He didn't look at her, his gaze fell on the dining table, thoughtfully. Obviously there was a dazzling light above his head, but Jing Yu felt that his expression was a little gloomy.

She said the reason silently, "My dad is awake. I think Jing Rong should have recovered almost. I have to find ..."

"You can't go anywhere!" Yu Zeyao rejected her reason and interrupted her. At this time, he really looked at her again, but his eyes were not as mild as before, and every word he spoke did not have any room for negotiation. Home! Whenever you go out from here, you have to come back here! "

He called her 'Jing Yu', not 'Fish'.

Jing Yu was in pain.

That pain, for no reason, can't be ignored. She knew that they were different. Once the last veil was torn open bloody, they could not go back.

Jing Yu said nothing, put down the chopsticks, turned and went upstairs. She heard footsteps behind her to follow, and on the stairs, the man finally seemed to have lost the patience to follow, and picked her up from behind.

"You let me go!" Jing Yu struggled.

The man did not look at her, kicked the door of the master bedroom, hugged her in, and threw it directly on the bed.

There was no light in the room, it was dark.

Jing Yu was trapped on the bed by the man, only to find it dangerous and unusual. His breathing was not smooth, and his eyes in the dark were like beasts with fangs.

It was probably because he drank alcohol that he acted violently, tearing her clothes directly with a little sigh.

This kind of rudeness made Jing Yu twist his body angrily and struggled, but he was wrapped around his waist with one hand.

"Don't move!" His voice was hoarse and low. So domineering, but in this domineering, there is still a bit of loneliness.

Jing Yu only felt that the tip of his nose was sour, and there was a layer of mist in his eyes. Looking at the man who seemed to be a person in front of him, "What do you want to do?"

The man gave her a heavy look, only responding to her with a kiss.

She didn't look away, his kiss didn't touch her lips, he kissed the air. He breathed a heavy breath, pinching her chin with her long fingers, forcing her face over her face, and a mad and insecure kiss like a raindrop fell wildly on her lips.

This man is not tender at this moment.

Her lips were red and swollen by his kisses, and numb.

However, men are obviously not satisfied with such entanglements. The big hand went straight down, tearing her pajamas neatly and aggressively. There was only a pair of thin underpants left on her body, Jing Yu felt cold and shuddered, and the next moment, he pulled away the thin piece of cloth with his long finger, without any foreplay.

Jing Yu was usually very reluctant to accommodate him, and now her body was not even ready. This forced her into the pain, causing a fine sweat to ooze from her forehead.

Almost instinctively, pushing his hands against his shoulders. Because of the pain, his fingers were bent tightly, and the tips of his fingers almost got into his flesh.

The body stepped back to squeeze him out of his body.

The man held her hips with a big palm and did not give her the opportunity to take a step back, but instead carried her back heavily. As a result, her body wrapped him deeper and tighter.

"Hmm ..." Jing Yu took a breath, sharp pain accompanied by the joy of being possessed, tormenting her. Her body shivered even more, and her voice trembled with pain. "What's the difference between you and strong violence?"

Her complaint made the man's eyes light, his eyes darkened, and he ignored all kinds of complicated emotions. He restrained and didn't move, giving her room to adjust slowly. She just picked her up from the bed and let her sit on her lap in the same position as she did before. "Fish, you must be pregnant tonight! I want a child of ours!"

Jingyu's eyelashes fanned down, and sour tears slipped down her eyes.

She knew that the more he was so restless, suffering, the farther apart they would be in the future.

Children may not belong to them from the beginning.

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This night, Jing Yu was tired.

That kind of tiredness is the tiredness from the heart, except the body.

His hard work is like tying two people together and never separating.

In fact, in this world, two children who are irrelevant can be bound together, except for love, and only children.

Probably, he knew that the love between them would fade away ...

This recognition made Jingyu feel sad.

It wasn't until daylight that the sky was about to turn white, and she turned around and slept heavily with her back to him.

On the body, all the bruising kiss marks left by the man.

Yu Zeyao was also completely sleepless. He didn't like her sleeping on his back, stretched out his arms and hugged her back into his arms. A soft kiss imprinted on her shoulder.

She trembled slightly, grabbed the quilt, and wrapped herself tighter.

"Mr."

Just then, the door of the room was knocked.

It was already dawning, and the servants and housekeepers in the house had begun to work.

Yu Zeyao said "um", "What is it?"

"Mr. Wen is here. I have something important to talk to you about."

"Let him wait for me in the study." Yu Zeyao responded, squinting Jing Yu and closing his eyes for a few minutes. Seems to still be craving for hugging her. After a while, he kissed on her clear cheek, "Sleep for a while, if you feel too tired, I will eat with you in the room at noon."

Jing Yu only responded to him with a hum. He got up and left the room.

Until the door of the room was closed, she slowly turned back. Painful between the legs.