Good Morning, Mr. President! - Chapter 1941

Behind the heat, accompanied by the painful breathing of the man, Jing Rong’s heart was turbulent. The face that had just been cold and gradually eased down and became much softer.

He grabbed Wen Yanzhi’s hand from his shoulder and said warmly, “Come with me.”

Wen Yanzhi refused to let go of him, like a difficult child, and still clung to him. It seems that as soon as it is released, the illusion disappears.

Jing Rong felt the great uneasiness in his heart.

Coax him patiently, “I won’t go, you loose me first.”

Wen Yanzhi looked at him uncertainly. Jing Rong took his hand and plugged him into his car.

He sat in the front passenger seat, and Jing Rong sat in the driver’s seat. Jing Rong stooped and buckled up Wen Yanzhi’s seat belt. Wen Yanzhi looked at the good-looking face so close to himself. His eyes were sinking, and he held the young man’s face with both hands, and he was going to kiss.

“Don’t mess around!” Jing Rong sang softly when he came over his lips. He stared at Wen Yanzhi, “Did you just vomit?”

Wen Yanzhi’s pout.

Jing Rong slightly tickled his lips. “Remember to gargle first.”

Wen Yanzhi was fascinated by his faint smile, and did not notice the meaning of what he had just said. But too late to ponder, he was pushed back by Jing Rong.

“Sit down and stop moving.” Jing Rong fastened him with a seat belt.

Wen Yanzhi was obedient now, sitting in the front passenger seat without disturbing. Jing Rong drove. He had no strength in his right hand and only leaned on his left. Drive very attentively.

However, I can still feel that Wen Yanzhi’s eyes have been fixed on his face. Instantly.

“Where are we going?” Wen Yanzhi asked.

“You know when you get there.”

Wen Yanzhi nodded, and for a while, said bleakly: “My birthday today.”

“Well.” Of course he knew, otherwise how could he come to his birthday party?

“Everyone who came today gave me a gift. What about yours?”

Jing Rong tightened his steering wheel, “I’ll give it to you soon.”

“Cut ~ I think you brought nothing when you came.”

Jing Rong turned to look at Wen Yan and said nothing.

The car did not drive a long distance, and soon stopped.

“Get off.” Jing Rong turned the car off and turned to look at the man next to him. Wen Yanzhi unfastened his seat belt and glanced out the window. Outside is a magnificent hotel.

Wen Yanzhi asked lazily, “What are you doing here?”

Jing Rong had already got out of the car and threw the car key to the hotel doorman. He didn’t answer Wen Yanzhi and went in.

As soon as Jing Rong entered, someone had already sent the card.

Wen Yanzhi walked behind, looking at the young man’s back, his heart suddenly jumped up suddenly, his body inexplicably dry.

Huh!

It really is an illusion!

If not for hallucinations, why would he bring himself to such a place?

Jing Rong took the card and walked to the elevator. When he turned around, he saw Wen Yan still standing still, as if he had been drawn.

He sighed helplessly, turned back, tugging the sleeves of his shirt, “Go away.”

“You … you brought me to open a house?” Wen Yanzhi asked incredulously, but his steps followed.

The tone of this remark is not too light, let alone Jing Rong, even the people passing by have heard it.

Everyone smiled faintly, Jing Rong blushed, and became a little embarrassed and angry, “Wen Yanzhi, do you hate the whole world to know?”

He strode Wen Yan’s stride into the elevator.

Wen Yanzhi is still in shock and can only be taken away by Jing Rong.

Because of this cognition, he was excited and turbulent in Nanning. However, when he got to the room, he calmed down.

impossible!

His kid avoided himself. During this time, he chased him relentlessly, but his attitude was always cold and warm, and he had not changed at all.

This time, even go abroad without a word.

He wouldn’t be so ruthless if he had such a little thought about himself.

He has no feelings for himself, nothing at all!

Wen Yan was afraid.

Afraid that he had too much expectation, the result waiting for him was deeper disappointment. Therefore, he dare not even have any expectation.

As soon as I entered the room, I said, “Let’s go! I don’t need you to stay with me here.”

Jing Rong looked at him and shoved him into the bathroom. “Go to take a shower.”

He closed the door for Wen Yanzhi himself, remembered something, opened the door again, and went in. Put a toothpaste on the toothbrush and hand it to Wen Yanzhi, “gargle. Rinse.”

Wen Yanzhi looked at the young man. Jing Rong was a little uncomfortable when he looked at him, and his long eyelashes fanned, “Don’t stare at me, hurry up. I … I’ll wait for you outside.”

The last sentence was much lower. Then he looked at him again, “Don’t you want a gift? I’ll give it to you after washing.”

Before waiting for Wen Yan to return to God, Jing Rong had taken the door out.

inside.

Wen Yanzhi was standing there, still haunted. He kept thinking, what kind of gift can he give himself? Actually, everything is fine. As long as Jing Rong gave it to him, he would use it as a treasure.

However, nothing is good.

He is leaving.

No matter how good a gift is, he cannot comfort his heart.

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Wen Yanzhi took this bath for half an hour.

Jing Rong watched time again and again. When he was almost impatient, the bathroom door was finally pushed open.

Wen Yanzhi tied a bath towel out of it.

Jing Rong raised his eyes and faced his gaze, and the young Bai Jing’s face rose inexplicably with a touch of red. He stood up.

“I’m finished.” After taking a bath, Wen Yanzhi was sober.

The more sober, the deeper my heart becomes.

He lit himself a cigarette, took a sip, and gave Jing Rong a glance. “What gift? Show it to me.”

Jing Rong walked towards Wen Yanzhi step by step. The hand hanging down was tight and tight.

He looked up at Wen Yanzhi, who was much taller than himself, and suddenly, reaching out to smoke the smoke between Wen Yan’s lips. Wen Yan’s frown, before returning to God, had been raised by Jing Rong to hold his face and pressed him down.

Two people, the lip and lip meet. Wen Yanzhi was shocked and stared at the boy. As if looking through a teenager.

Jing Rong learned his tricks and rolled on his lips. Even the tip of the tongue should pry away Wen Yanzhi’s tongue.

However, this person is extremely indifferent. His kiss cannot be replaced by Wen Yanzhi’s response.

Jing Rong suddenly felt like a clown singing a unicorn. This feeling was particularly bad.

After a while, he finally lost.

Jing Rong looked at Wen Yanzhi embarrassedly, “Are you … don’t you want to?”

Wen Yanzhi’s breathing was heavy. His eyes were caught in fire, but there was a trace of coldness, so he stared at Jing Rong from top to bottom. The kind of momentum and aura that belonged to men all made Jing Rong feel pressure.

He asked coldly, “This is what you said you want to give me?”

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Haha, I’m stuck here, not intentionally ~ Update tomorrow! !! muah!