Good Morning, Mr. President!

Yu Zeyao got up, "Dad, I'm leaving now, there are other things later."

Yu Xieshan stood up and warned him behind him, "I tell you, you have to keep her by your side, be it a mistress or have a child, but you have to marry Jing Yanchen's daughter into our Yu family, Your uncle has a chance, don't think about it! Unless I die, it's almost the same! "

Yu Zeyao opened the door and walked downstairs as if he didn't hear it.

The last words of Yu Xieshan almost roared out. As soon as the door opened, the anger downstairs could be heard clearly.

Jing Yu raised his head subconsciously, and saw that Yu Zeyao had already strode down.

"Brother, you and Xunzi stay here for dinner." Yu Zenan also followed.

When I called that 嫂 嫂, I was afraid that the lion upstairs would hear it and lowered it deliberately.

Yu Zeyao reached out to Jing Yu, "You stay with Dad. I'm afraid he won't want to see me now."

Jing Yu put his hand into Yu Zeyao's palm, and he led out of the house.

Yu Zeyao drove in person, solemnly, their car would always follow behind.

It seems that it was not pleasant to talk upstairs just now. As soon as he came out, he didn't talk much, just kept driving and looked somber. Jing Yu sat next to him and couldn't guess what he was thinking.

The car drove forward all the way to the quiet riverside before finally stopping.

Solemnly their car also stopped a long way away from dozens of meters.

By the river, the wind is extremely strong.

In this weather, there were no pedestrians along the way.

Jing Yu looked at the endless river surface. For a moment, he felt that the whole world seemed to have only two of them. He didn't speak, only pushed the car door down.

Leaned against the car and lit a cigarette.

Jing Yu sat in the car and looked at the back, only to feel that at the moment, the upright back looked very lonely and depressed at the moment, making people distressed. Tell her she has the urge to hug him and give him a little comfort.

She thought so, and did the same.

——

With a warm waist, Yu Zeyao smoked. Look down and see her lying on her back.

He extinguished the cigarette **** and threw it into the trash can beside him, clutching her cold hands with both hands and carrying her from behind to front. She was trembling with the wind, and he tore open her windbreaker and wrapped her firmly.

"What are you doing down here, the wind is so strong outside."

Jing Yu put his hands against his waist across the shirt. "I regret it too. I knew it was so cold, and I should just stay in the car."

She raised her head, and the tip of her nose was red with the wind. Tears were also shed in the eyes, "I want to get in the car now, or should you release me?"

On the contrary, Yu Zeyao clasped her hands. "It's all down, just stand with me for a while."

Jing Yu didn't say anything, his face was on his chest, he was in the wind, listening to his strong heartbeat.

"What are you thinking?" She asked.

Yu Zeyao looked up at the river, "think a lot."

"For example?" She looked up from his arms.

Yu Zeyao retracted her eyes, aligned her eyes, and hugged her tightly, "thinking about our future."

Jing Yu chuckled, "It seems that our future must make you a headache."

"It's not a headache, but I'm afraid of your headache." Yu Zeyao hugged her to the front of the car and sat down. Afraid that the body was so cold, she put her hands under her and supported her hips. Squeezing into her legs, he looked at her profoundly, "Have you ever wanted a child?"

Jing Yu looked at him in amazement.

After a while, I asked, "Do you want?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I don't take any precautions every time?"

Jing Yu seemed to be thinking and did not speak immediately. Yu Zeyao looked at her face affectionately, "Fish, let's get married!"

The wind was blowing in my ears.

For a long time, Jing Yu only had his phrase “fish, let's get married” in his mind. Every word was clear in the ear, and it was shocking her heart.

She and Liang Shengyi spent five years from falling in love to getting married, but they didn't get there. However, she and the man in front of her now have less than five months from recognizing and discussing marriage.

It was so fast that she was all caught off guard.

"Marry me, can you think of it?" Jing Yu wrapped his arms around his neck, his eyelashes trembling. "I just heard what your father said, if you want to marry me unless he dies."

"How can he take those angry words seriously? If you have a child, my dad has to ask you to come into my house."

Jing Yu smiled, "I can hear it now."

"What did you hear?"

"You're coaxing me into giving you a baby."

Yu Zeyao laughed, "Let you see through."

"How about that? Would you like to give birth?" He asked her seriously.

Jing Yu glanced at him, "I haven't done any protective measures these times. Then ... we will follow?"

Yu Zeyao kissed her lip and backed away, "Don't follow the fate. Starting tonight, we have to be more active in making people."

Still more active?

Jing Yu shook his head. "No, I think we've been positive enough."

Going forward, I'm afraid I can't even sleep. Will my waist break?

Yu Zeyao picked her up from the car and shoved her into the car. She felt much better when the heating hit. He stood by the door and leaned over to her: "I'll ask the doctor to prescribe some nutritional products to be delivered later, and we'll get pregnant."

"..."

When Jing Yu sat in his car all the way back to the Vice President's Palace, he felt that everything had come a bit untrue.

She felt as if she had been abducted. When he first promised to save Jing Rong, she just promised to live in. But in the end, why did he somehow promise to give him a baby?

And, calm down now, she didn't even want to regret it.

Besides, how could this man give her room to regret?

Yu Zeyao has always been a fiercely popular person. They only returned to the Vice President's Office here, and the doctor was there.

After doing some basic physical examinations, she gave her folic acid.

Jing Yu touched all the cigarettes in his pocket and threw them into the trash. A series of actions can't be more natural.

Yu Zeyao raised her eyebrow on the sofa and looked at her.

"Mr. Vice President, you can't touch tobacco or alcohol in the future," Jing Yu reminded him.

Yu Zeyao wrapped her waist with one hand, smiling charmingly and sexy, "Frankly speaking to them, they are preparing to have children."

He paused for a moment, "When I am busy with this time, I will arrange for us to get married at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Jing Yu didn't say good or bad. She turned her eyes, not neglecting solemnity and Cheng En, looking at herself worriedly.

It seems that Yu Yanshan's words are correct-if she marries him, the impact on his career may not be trivial.