Good Morning, Mr. President!

It was late at night when Yu Zeyao returned to the Vice Presidential Palace.

Feeling tired, he kept his eyes closed on the back seat. He didn't open his eyes slowly until the car stopped and solemnly turned around and lowered his head to call him.

The driver ran off and pulled the door for him. He got off. It was almost instinctual to look up-that was the window of her room. These days, it's dark and light.

But tonight, when he looked up, he was surprised that the room was lit with lights.

He strode into the villa, leaving them solemn.

"Sir." He hurried in without even having time to change his shoes and strode inside. The servant greeted him respectfully, and he turned a deaf ear.

All the way upstairs, she suddenly opened the door of her room. The light inside was bright and translucent. I didn't see the familiar figure. Only a few servants were packing in the room.

Hearing the movement, the servant looked up and said, "Good evening, sir!"

"How many of you are here?" Yu Zeyao asked.

"Yes, sir. Are you looking for someone?"

Yu Zeyao glanced at the empty room, and that moment was like waking up like a dream. What is he looking for? She's not here at all! She was guarded in that villa and could hardly fly.

Even if she could really fly out, she would never show up here. I'm afraid that she should have left with her fiance Liang Shengyi long ago, and she would fly away!

"Sir, are you okay?" The servant noticed that he didn't look right, and asked worriedly.

Yu Zeyao said nothing, but threw the door heavily and went out.

That bang—sounded through the room, making people feel scared. You look at me one by one, I look at you.

Everyone knows that in the past few days, Miss Jing's mood is extremely bad. It's like a bomb, just a little. This has led everyone in the entire family to be cautious.

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The night was getting darker.

Just after the new year, the city's fireworks are still blooming. The brighter and brighter the outside, the more lonely and lonely she will be when she stands alone in a house.

She caught a cold and seemed to have a fever. He was dizzy and heavy, so he was lying in bed and didn't want to move.

Jing Yu was lying on the sofa holding a thin blanket, and suddenly heard movement at the door.

It's all faster now.

Outside bodyguards never come in at such times. It's impossible for her to fill her up.

So, who is coming?

Jing Yu shuddered, sat up holding the quilt, and looked subconsciously at the door. At that glance, the whole man froze.

She thought the man who would never appear before her was standing at the door. Her eyes glanced over, and he glanced into his gloomy, cold eyes.

He stepped towards her step by step. Jing Yu's hand holding the quilt became tighter and tighter.

The next moment, the man had stepped to the sofa. She instinctively shrunk her legs to make room for the other end.

He sat down directly.

Jing Yu stepped back and leaned on the other side of the sofa. The two were not too close, but they could still smell the alcohol on him.

Because of his sudden appearance, the original empty hall made Jingyu suddenly feel a lot narrower, even breathing difficult.

Yu Zeyao didn't take the initiative to speak, he just sat there heavily, lit a cigarette and smoked. For a moment, Jingyu wondered if he was going to smoke here all night.

"Pour me a glass of water." He suddenly opened his mouth. Perhaps it was because he drank too much alcohol, and his low voice was hoarse.

Jing Yu didn't respond, just opened the quilt, got off the sofa, and walked to the kitchen. She burned a bit, and ate a cold medicine in the cabinet and ate it before pouring out a glass of water.

She bent over and placed the water on the coffee table in front of him.

Yu Zeyao stared at her with such a deep eye-such a cold day, there was no heating in the room, and she even wore a thin nightdress. Two snow-white legs were exposed.

His eyes darkened, and he leaned out with one arm and hugged her waist. Just by dragging, she fell on his lap.

Because of the fever, Jingyu was hot all over. Now the man was holding him in his arms, and the fire burned for a while.

She struggled, but the men under her hugged more and more tightly. Then, as if he was impatient, he struck her horizontally and strode upstairs.

Of course Jingyu knew what he wanted to do, fingers clenched his shirt, "You let me down!"

"Where do you live?" He didn't seem to hear her, but asked himself.

Jing Yu refused to answer, pulling on his shirt as a protest. But such a protest would not work here. He kept his face stretched. "Then pick one."

The words are off, I really picked the nearest one, kicked in and went in.

Jing Yu was drowsy, and when he entered, he was put down, and he directly hung on the wall, and began to kiss wildly. Like venting, and revenge and punishing her, his kiss was frantic and savage.

Jing Yu was so bored that she was about to explode at any time. She shoved him emotionally and refused.

To Yu Zeyao, such a refusal is simply fueling the fire. What did she and Liang Shengyi do that day? She rejected herself so fiercely, so, what kind of performance did she face in front of Liang Shengyi?

Cater to passion?

If he didn't just happen to be there, what would the lonely man and widow in the same room do next?

All that came out of his mind was the picture of her groaning passionately in the arms of other men, breathing suddenly and heavily, and his eyes were terrifying.

Jing Yu met his eyes and was so shocked that he even forgot to struggle. Suddenly he clasped his shoulders, flipped her over, and pressed her against the wall. Annoyed, he had a lot of strength in his hands, and his fingers seemed to be pinching her shoulder blades, making her whole body soft.

"No!"

Jing Yu knew what he wanted to do, and a strong sense of humiliation swept through her. She exclaimed, but it was too late.

His legs were pushed open by the man's solid thighs, his thin nightdress was pushed up, and his thin underpants were hooked by one of his fingers and fell directly to the knee.

I don't know if it's too cold or too panic, Jing Yu's legs tremble. He twisted his body and wanted to break away from the man's imprisonment, but he held her waist with one hand, making her unable to move.

Behind him, a sound of gurgling sounded.

The man untiedly unfastened the belt buckle.

Jing Yu looked back, only to see the lines of his tight face, without a trace of emotion on his face.

She wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, making no sound. All the struggles were useless in the presence of this angry man.