Good Morning, Mr. President!

Jing Yu can no longer hide it. He is abroad, she would not follow the phone to question him, but others are standing in front of herself now, she should ask carefully.

She pondered the words, hoping that she didn't look particularly embarrassed and embarrassed. "What's your relationship with Miss Mo?"

She wanted to make her words not sound like a particularly stingy person, but the first sentence came out, like the flood opened the gate. The following words also followed, "Are you couples? Unmarried couples?"

Her words were finished, but she didn't wait for the man to answer. I saw that he laughed instead, looking at her thoughtfully. Jing Yu was embarrassed by the look and smile, and turned to pull the door lock again. However, just before it was moved, Yu Zeyao grabbed it, and what to say to his lips, before he could open his mouth, the man's kiss had suddenly arrived, covering her lips.

Jing Yu pushed him. He didn't kiss as eagerly as usual, but just posted it so that she felt a slight sense of tenderness and moved away. There was a slight smile in his eyes, "I thought you would not ask."

How could she not ask?

After so many days in her heart, she was about to get rid of internal injuries.

"What is your relationship?" Jing Yu repeated, "If you are a couple, then I and you ..."

She was sad with a stuffy chest. "Just let me go. I don't want to live with you anymore."

She looked up at him, she didn't even notice it, because she was sad, and there was a light mist in her eyes.

Yu Zeyao looked at the redness of her eyes. For a moment, she suddenly felt that the sulking that she had been there over the past few days was all a foolish mediocre self-interference.

The haze accumulated on the chest also disappeared at this moment. He couldn't help touching his pretty eyes with his fingers, and the soft eyelashes fanned, as if brushing over his heart, making his heart throb.

He laughed: "Fish, you know, you're almost crying."

His low voice was extremely sexy. However, the smile gave Jingyu a sense that the person was watching his joke. She had already felt that she was so embarrassed that she had fallen into tears in front of him last night, and was even more upset now.

A little angry, I don't know if it's mad at him or himself. She grabbed his hand that had fallen on his eyes, but before letting go, he had already snapped it back and lifted it directly against the wall behind her.

The man leaned forward, Jing Yu looked at the smile in his eyes and frowned, "I'm crying, can I make you so proud?"

"Is my pride so obvious?" Even though she knew she was unhappy and unhappy, Yu Zeyao was reckless and did not want to hide his "pride" or "pride".

Jing Yu was about to be even more annoyed. He heard him sigh low and sigh, "I've always been happy for you, angry for you, and mourned for you. Now it's hard to see that you finally have so little emotional fluctuations for me. To be proud for a while, not too much. Right? "

Jing Yu's annoyance suddenly suppressed, how she felt the man's words were like love words, and almost softened her heart. However, the next moment, she woke up again and thought of Mo Huan. This person is simply avoiding key points and not answering. As he was about to ask, he rushed to explain: "I and she are neither a couple nor an unmarried couple."

The words are not stubborn and sincere.

Jing Yu looked at him and didn't speak.

"Don't believe me?"

"... I've heard your brother call her bitch." With that said, Jing Yu wanted to bite his tongue. She counted the new account over the old one.

Yu Zeyao's smile was deeper, "It turns out that you remember very clearly."

Jing Yu turned to him with a tense half face.

"Zenan has always kept his mouth shut. I admit that my father Mo Huan's father did want us to get married, but this is not my idea. I will not be in love with her, nor will she be married." He explained The words are not bad, not light, but extremely convincing. "The news was just catching the wind. She went with his father. The number of times we met there was no more than three, and the three added up. You can't say more than ten sentences, and you can't spend more than ten minutes together. "

Jing Yu flattened his mouth, didn't hold back, "You remember so clearly."

That being said, the tone has been much more relaxed than it was just now.

"..." Yu Zeyao laughed. "They all say that women are hard to serve. I have seen it once today. It's not easy to make it clear. You want to say that I fool you. After making it clear, I didn't get anything."

"I'm already very good. Mr. Yu has too little knowledge to be so rare and strange."

"I do have too little knowledge, but I don't need to grow too much knowledge in this regard." Yu Zeyao held her face, "As long as you let me have a long and good knowledge."

These words are like love words. The frustration in Jing Yu's heart had long since disappeared because of his previous explanation, and the remaining half had to disappear because of these words. She waved her eyes, looked at him with a firm eye, and asked, "Can I believe what you say? I don't want to destroy the feelings of others, and I don't want to be duped into being stupid."

"You look like I'm so busy trying to lie to girls?"

Jing Yu mumbled: "You are not at all busy, and you can't see people for a few days."

Yu Zeyao looked at her with interest, "Why didn't I find out before that you are so sharp?"

It turned out that she hadn't really ignored her all these days.

Yu Zeyao found that she really loved her look-this really looks like an ordinary girlfriend.

He leaned down and kissed her lips again-he wanted to do it last night, kiss her well, and get close to her, but he wasn't woken up because it was too late.

Jing Yu also found that there were only three days of separation, but when his breath came together, her heart was really missed.

She was thinking about him ...

So that in the short period of three days, she had a hard time sitting and never even slept soundly.

Thinking of this, could not help but lip, let him kiss deeper. Distracted and unconsciously, his fingers squeezed the waist of his shirt.

Yu Zeyao was obsessed with her breath, the taste between her lips and teeth, and did not want to retreat from her lips. When she kissed her breathlessly and couldn't breathe, he had to force himself to retreat for a moment. However, before she changed her breath, he couldn't wait to kiss again, entangled with her stubborn obsession.

Jing Yu never had such an experience-as if they didn't kiss each other enough. He didn't want to let her go, and she didn't want to push him away. Just want to sink into this madness.