Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Let me over," said Jing Rong and the female classmate behind her, pressing her hands a little harder, pressing the button on the wheelchair, and she was about to walk towards the figure.

But before he could move, another voice came softly.

"Yanzhi." A very beautiful woman, walking on him, stepping on high heels. This woman is a very different type from the teacher he met before.

They are all beautiful, but this one looks more comfortable.

That night on New Year's Eve, he went out on a date, and she was on an appointment?

Jing Rong thought, the movement of his hand stopped.

The female classmate behind asked, "Do you want to go? I push you over."

"No need." Jing Rong shook his head. Looking up again, he saw the man bow his head and kiss the woman's lips.

Jing Rong didn't open his face, and a cold color was added to his face. Inexplicably, there was a terrible feeling of being played, and then more complicated emotions climbed up.

He pushed the wheelchair by himself and turned to go in the other direction.

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After Jing Yu returned from the hospital, she had been waiting for that person to come and find herself.

He will appear.

This time, it may be their last time.

It's good to meet, and there are intersections.

She waited all afternoon and he didn't come. In the evening, Jing Yu was finally tired and returned to the room to take a shower.

When I wipe my hair, I turn around and look at a few simple luggage in the cabinet, and I don't feel sour in my heart.

For a while now I was alone in this big cold house, as if I was alone in a prison cage. She desperately wanted to leave from here, but now she was inexplicably reluctant to leave.

She didn't want to be here or someone, she knew very well.

Putting down the towel, she dragged the suitcase out, then opened the cupboard to pick up the clothes one by one and put them on the bed.

Heavy heart.

There are all kinds of thoughts in my heart.

The past, the present, and the future are intertwined.

Thinking too much, I didn't notice the car humming downstairs, and I didn't notice that there was a shadow at the door standing there for a long time.

Yu Zeyao looked at her movements coldly, the folded clothes, highlighting the urgency when she wanted to leave.

Jing Yu finally felt like she suddenly looked up. Two people, not too far away, faced each other, she trembled, clasped her clothes tightly, her heart twisted into a ball.

Yu Zeyao finally couldn't bear it anymore. He walked a few steps, clasped her waist with one hand, inserted her wet hair with one hand, held her back of her head, and pressed her face closer to herself. Then, her cold lips touched her lips, fiercely. Kiss hard.

Can no longer sink, it's over ...

But this is the last time! What about the last indulgence?

In Jingyu's painful heart, two voices were constantly pulling her nerves, tearing her heart. Finally, feelings prevailed, and all intellect was crushed into shatters because of the ‘last time’ shout.

She sucked her nose, and clung her hands around her neck. Red lips lightened, letting his tongue entangle with himself.

He drank again.

The alcohol is very strong. This time, he seems to be having a bad time, and every time he comes here, he is full of wine.

Desire bursts out in despair and pain. Yu Zeyao seemed to be venting something, as if trying to grab something at the last moment, rolling around her lips, sucking and biting. It seems as if I can't hold this person deeply in my body.

That way she won't leave!

This way she completely belongs to herself!

All his inner sufferings turned into lust. He tore on her pajamas and hugged her into the big bed behind him ...

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As if it was the last entanglement, he didn't seem tired at all. Jing Yu couldn't bear it, begging for mercy, he never let her go.

By the end of it, she could no longer move on the bed.

The body shivered terribly. The heat between her legs was still burning her.

She thought that he would leave as soon as he had done it. So, it's very laborious, lift your eyelashes slightly and point your finger at the bedside.

"All you want is there."

"Key, unlock password, crack program."

Her voice was soft and broken.

Yu Zeyao didn't care about them, he just wrapped her hands around her waist, clasped her hands, turned her over, and carried them into her arms.

The breath familiar to the man made her deeply intoxicated. And this chest that has always made her feel at ease ...

In the future, there will never be again.

"Sleep for a while when you are tired." Yu Zeyao said dumbly.

Jing Yu's nose was sore and his hands pressed against his chest were clenched. In the end, there was no backhand surrounding him.

She closed her eyes again and forced herself to sleep.

As soon as I wake up, it's really over ...

All experience during this period is probably a dream. One

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Wen Yan returned home early.

However, Jing Rong's boy has been wandering outside. The hour hand was pointing at 11 o'clock, and when Wen Yanzhi smoked the cigarette to the eighth, the door finally became quiet.

Jing Rong came in and smelled the smoke from the room. He didn't pause, but pushed the wheelchair into the elevator.

Ignored completely, Wen Yan suddenly jumped into thunder.

Jing Rong went upstairs from the elevator, and he strode straight up the stairs. When the elevator reached the second floor, others blocked the door.

"Let's go." Jing Rong saw him tightly.

"Why did you go?" Wen Yanzhi asked. **** it! He thought he looked like a tough girl! If any woman dared to question him like this before, he would have left without saying a word.

Jing Rong, as usual, ignored him. Pushing out of the wheelchair, Wen Yan subconsciously ducked to the side, and he went back to his room.

Wen Yanzhi followed, grabbing his wheelchair, "Why did you come back so late? In the evening, lonely boy and girl, what good can you do?"

Jing Rong turned his head, frowning, glaring at his hand on his wheelchair, "Remove your hand!"

Although he was young, the tone of the order was not weak. One of Wen Yan's uncle, took his instinct really back.

Huh! When did he become so unproductive, he was healed by a little boy. If you say this, you will not be laughed at!

With a low curse, he caught up again.

Jing Rong only when he was in the air, Wen Yanzhi was always making trouble. He wants to change clothes-now his left hand is much better. Although he can't lift heavy things, there is no problem changing clothes.

He dropped his finger on the button of his shirt and didn't move. He just glanced coldly at a childish man who was holding his pajamas. "Aren't you going out yet?"

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