Fifty-One: Deep Love Buried by Time (Fifty-One)

The man's voice was deep and deep, filling the entire study with low pressure.

Every word was spoken loudly and confidently, leaving no room for refutation.

Jing Yu was so angry at his overly arrogant and conceited attitude that he stared at him for a long time. His red lips moved several times, but he couldn't even utter a single word.

She took a deep breath, pushed the man away, and slid down from the desk. But before his feet touched the ground, Yu Zeyao grabbed his waist regardless. She couldn't bear it anymore and raised her head with a cold expression, "Mr. Yu, who are you to me?"

Her pleasant voice was cold, and there was a slight coldness in her eyes. She reminded him as restrained as possible, "Actually, our relationship has nothing to do with it. You have no right to restrict my freedom and influence my decisions at will."

Jing Yu's eyes were stubborn.

Yu Zeyao's eyes were filled with sparkling light.

"I've let you go for too long." His thin lips parted slightly, and the possessiveness in his eyes was stronger than ever. He grabbed her chin, raised her face, and locked his eyes with hers, "Yu'er, you must take what I said to you today into your heart - I will be your man, From now on, from this moment!”

He bites every word hard and looks more serious than ever.

Jing Yu was shocked, his eyes wavered as he looked at her, and his heart was filled with waves unconsciously. However, soon, the woman named Mo Huan came to mind again, as if she suddenly woke up, and the ripples in her heart gradually dispersed.

She chuckled, "Mr. Yu is an adult, how can he still have such ridiculous ideas? It's not that you unilaterally declared that you are my man, we really have that kind of relationship. There are still people in this world who are willing to love each other." 'Four words. Not to mention..."

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, with a little sarcasm in her eyes, looked at her, and then continued: "A man like you is indiscriminate, does not ask about my wishes, and tries to change my life and influence my decisions at will. , I don’t need it either.”

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and broke his hand that was holding her chin. Yu Zeyao was so strong that she couldn't break it open at all, but instead he lifted her face up again.

There was a smile in his eyes, but the smile was cold, and his handsome face was stained with the domineering aura of a high-ranking person, "Yu'er, the rule of this world is that the weak eat the strong. The four words 'you love me', only It's in your dictionary. But here - there is only 'surrender'."

The two words 'surrender' were like a heavy stone pressing down on me.

Jing Yu looked at him,

The courage and strength that surpassed all others were revealed with a ruthless coldness, which made Jing Yu suddenly realize that this man was a cold and cruel politician - he was different from other men, he was the right one A fanatical pursuer, he has long been accustomed to everyone bowing down in front of him, accustomed to controlling everything.

And she was probably just a little toy that he liked to use to pass the time.

How could a man with supreme power tolerate the disobedience of a toy?

While Jing Yu was thinking about it, his cell phone suddenly rang at this moment. Yu Zeyao looked at her, as if he had expected such a call from her, with a calm expression on his face. The big palm released her chin and neatly pulled out the ringing mobile phone from her pocket.

"Take it." He said, handing the phone to her.

Jing Yu fluttered his eyelashes and lowered his eyes slightly. When he saw Professor Luo's number flashing on the screen, he felt a sudden chill in his heart and an ominous premonition rose.

Yu Zeyao glanced at her and could see the darkness in her eyes. He opened the phone, clicked the hands-free button, and threw it on the desk. Instead of restraining her, he took a step back and sat leisurely on the single sofa.

The straight legs were folded together, eyes always staring at her, and there was a feeling of coolness inside.

Jing Yu was sitting on his desk without moving when he heard Professor Luo's voice coming from his cell phone.

"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing? Why don't you speak?"

It took a while for Jing Yu to move his lower lip and utter a few words in a low voice, "I'm here, teacher."

There was some weakness in her voice, and her movements were also weak. She took a breath and then asked, "Did something go wrong with going to Mirisi?"

"Indeed." Professor Luo said.

Jing Yu didn't look at Yu Zeyao opposite him, his eyelashes lowered.

Professor Luo explained: "The hospital said that Millisi is still not suitable for girls to go this time, and you are in a special situation. After careful consideration, the hospital decided to let Xiaobo go in your place."

Such a result is already expected for Jing Yu at this moment.

Professor Luo seemed to sense her depression and said over there: "Xiao Jing, the hospital also knows that you are indeed in difficulty. Don't be too sad about this incident. I have already applied to the hospital for your father's medical expenses. I'll give you some additional deductions as compensation for this temporary change of plans. As for Milisi, to be honest, it's not necessarily a bad thing that I can't go there now. The epidemic there is getting worse. I'm staying here now. The country is quite safe.”

Jing Yu knew that Professor Luo was trying to comfort himself. She picked up the phone, turned off the speakerphone, replied a few words, and then hung up the phone again.

She held her phone and sat silently on the desk. After sitting there for a while, she finally made a move - she slid off the desk and walked out of the study. He didn't stop for a step the whole time. When he passed someone sitting on the sofa, his peripheral vision didn't even pass by him, as if he was just a piece of non-existent air.

And Yu Zeyao didn't stop her again.

He just stared at the increasingly dark dusk outside the window, his eyes more melancholy.

He took out his cell phone and called Zhuang Yan.

"Sir." Zhuang Yan answered quickly.

"Take Jing Chaochen out of Beisiyuan Hospital and arrange for him to stay in my private hospital."

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, and finally nodded, "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

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On the other side.

Jing Rong had just finished his meal in the school cafeteria and went to the studio shoulder to shoulder with several male classmates.

A sports car drove straight towards him, directly and domineeringly blocking them in front of them, blocking their way.

Jing Rong couldn't help but frown. This ostentatious style, even if he didn't look at the person in the driver's seat, Jing Rong guessed who the visitor was.

Sure enough, the car window was lowered, and the smiling face that deserved to be beaten was revealed, "Classmate Jing, I have something to talk to you about, get in the car."

Jing Rong felt that he must have owed him in his previous life, so he was entangled by him. Moreover, it seemed that there was really no other topic between them except talking about his sister. He came to see me now, probably to talk about his sister again.

"Isn't this the one who modeled for us last time?" The classmates also recognized Wen Yanzhi.

Wen Yanzhi greeted them enthusiastically, and finally waved to Jingrong, "Hurry up, get in the car, don't dawdle!"