Good Morning, Mr. President! - Chapter 1928

Jing Yu also found that these two people were really weird.

Seems to be unhappy.

Most likely, when living together, there was awkwardness between the two.

She and Yu Zeyao looked at each other. Yu Zeyao gave her a reassuring look and stood up and said, “Let’s eat first. Time is almost up.”

A group of people went to the restaurant.

After having lunch, Jing Rong went upstairs to take a nap. Jing Yu returned to the hospital and Yu Zeyao went to the study.

As a result, Wen Yanzhi never left, sitting in the hall.

When Yu Zeyao was busy coming out of the study, it was already more than three in the afternoon. At a glance he saw Wen Yanzhi lying on the sofa, raising his eyebrows, “Not yet?”

When Wen Yanzhi heard the footsteps, he sat upright in an instant. However, the next moment, when I heard this voice, the whole man was choked again. Not even bothering to return.

This look, Yu Zeyao can see clearly.

Wen Yanzhi said weakly: “Anyway, nothing is happening today. Rarely come to visit you. You don’t want to drive me away.”

“Where is she?” Yu Zeyao stepped down and sat down on the sofa.

“Who?”

“Just that girl.”

“Send it back.” Wen Yanzhi also had no strength when it came to the girlfriend.

Yu Zeyao’s long legs crossed, glancing at her, “When did you switch to an actor?”

“…” Wen Yanzhi just wanted to refute, but when he saw everything about the man above, he immediately stumbled back to refute. He also knew that taking this girl to perform a sing can’t fool the man around him.

“Do you want to cheat Jing Rong because of your stupid acting?”

“How do you know me …” Wen Yanzhi looked up in surprise. Speaking of which, he was stunned and regretful.

Shit!

He didn’t even try to trick himself!

Yu Zeyao was just a cliché, but he didn’t expect him to be fooled, and his face suddenly calmed down. “It seems that I don’t really think wrong.”

“…”

“So … what did you say about Ye Bochen the last time because of him?”

“…” Wen Yanzhi couldn’t lift his head. Huh! Knowing this, I shouldn’t have come to this person to complain.

He should have long thought that this man was savvy like a fox, and sooner or later he should be seen through.

“Wen Yanzhi, aren’t you evil?” Yu Zeyao’s tone was a little heavy.

Wen Yanzhi sighed, and for a long while, murmured, “Yes, I am so evil! If I am not evil, can I be interested in this kind of little fart? I can make him lose his mind and mind Restless? “

Yu Zeyao has never seen him look so stunned.

Before chasing girls, he has always been invincible and full of spirit. Breaking up is as simple as eating a light meal, never seeing him with heartache or depression.

But this time …

very different.

Yu Zeyao looked at him for a long while before finally saying, “Deserve it!”

“…” Wen Yanzhi looked up. “When is it all the time, you still talk bastardly! Is it a brother?”

“Who made you take the hearts of other girls as a mustard? Now someone is finally here to treat you, not what it should be.” Yu Zeyao stood up. “I’m going to the White Feather Palace now, don’t leave it here. Rong will not come down. “

He dragged Wen Yanzhi’s collar and left.

Wen Yanzhi also knew that Jing Rong’s temperament could not wait for himself. He slid into the car, closed the door, and glanced at the man next to him. “I thought you would beat me up and warn me to keep me away from Jing Rong.”

“I don’t discriminate against homosexuality.”? “I’m not homosexual. I want true homosexuality. The first person I like is you.” Wen Yanzhi thought that he might just like Jingrong. It has nothing to do with myself and what kind of gender Jingrong is.

“Then if I do get Jingrong, you …”

“Just do what you want, and still want to get him right now?” Yu Zeyao gave no face at all. “He is now studying, so you shouldn’t bother him.”

“…” Wen Yanzhi felt that he was suffering.

Is it true that love can become an idiot? He was a 28-year-old man, and he couldn’t figure out an 18-year-old boy.

——————

upstairs.

Wen Xue is in the video with Jing Rong.

Put each picture in front of the camera and show him.

Jing Rong projected his eyes out of the window, bowed his head, and saw the man downstairs at a glance. At this moment, he had already got into the car and drove away.

“Hey! Jing Rong, you’re lost!” Wen Xue called over there.

Jing Rong pulled his eyes back from the outside, “Exercise again.”

“It’s that simple? Is there any advice to give?”

“I’m too complicated for you to understand. Also, painting still depends on talent.”

Wen Xue’s eyes brightened, “Do you mean that I am talented?”

“…” Jing Rong still looked quiet, “You misunderstood.”

“… Shit!” Wen Xue’s face changed, sobbing, “Isn’t it good to encourage and encourage me?”

“I used to encourage too much.”

“Jing Rong.” Wen Xue lowered the painting in his hand, his face rose upright. “Do you know that Yan Zhi has been stunned recently?”

“No,” Jing Rong said quietly. Looking down at the book in his hand. Isn’t he very upset today? He also brought a girlfriend to him.

“That’s true. Drinking all day long and drunk. My mother was scared to death by running back in the middle of the night. When asked what was going on, he said he was in love.”

Jing Rong’s eyes shook, and the pages in his hand were still turning, but he didn’t see any words.

Wen Xue asked him: “Seriously, did you give him any drug?”

Jing Rong closed the book. “Isn’t he already in a relationship? He brought the girl I picked last time, as if it was called Buyu.”

“…” Wen Xue was silent for a moment, then sneered, “Childish ghost! Is he 28 years old Bai Chang? You won’t believe it, right?”

Jing Rong shook his head. “… his acting skills are really bad.”

Wen Xue raised her cheek with one hand and looked at Jing Rong, “I finally know how Yan Zhi’s boy will be planted in your hand. Brother Xiao Rong, if you are 10 years old, you will be Yan Yanzhi. Ah? I’ll chase you. “

“…” Jing Rong smiled slightly.

——————

at night.

Jing Yu returned from the hospital and was taken to the Vice President’s Palace.

After taking a shower, the man was lying in bed in his pajamas, thoughtful.

Jing Yu walked over, got into the quilt, and was caught on his chest. She asked, “Do you have a mind?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Yu Zeyao asked.

“About what?”

“… Yanzhi.” Yu Zeyao said: “He has some emotional problems recently.”

Jing Yu laughed out loud. “Vice President Yu, you have a lot of opportunities every day. It turns out that you still worry about your friends’ emotional affairs.”