Good Morning, Mr. President!

the other side.

Jing Yu pushed open the door and went in. The ward was extremely quiet. He could only hear the slight weight of the man and even the painful breathing.

She approached.

Looking at the man who had a strong mood, he was lying in a coma at the moment, his heart twitched and hurt. His face was pale and there was no blood on his thin lips.

Jing Yu sat down beside the bed, and the man's thin lips lightened and throbbed. She leaned over to his lips and heard the weak and broken ‘fish’. The tip of her nose was sour and she could n’t hold back her tears.

He seemed to feel, his eyes opened hard.

At first, the godless eyes had no focal length, and gradually focused on the little face with the soul around him.

"Fish?" He seemed uncertain. The voice was dumb as soon as it was made. Jing Yu shoved his hand into his palm, his palm was cold, and a layer of cold sweat was floating. It seemed to feel the heat, and a slight arc of the corner of her lips curved, she clasped her hands weakly, and clenched her hands tightly.

Jing Yu was sitting beside his bed so quietly, the doctor went in and out, changed his medicine, and checked the wound.

There were many wounds on him. In addition to gunshot wounds and knife wounds. This was not the first time he was injured in front of himself, but this time it was much heavier than the last time.

and……

The last time I saw him hurt like this, she felt more guilty and grateful. But this time, it was more painful.

The pain in the wound looked in her eyes as if she felt the same.

Even hate can't bear it all for him.

After asking the situation carefully, I was convinced that there was no danger to my life.

Until late at night, he was not fully awake, only half asleep and half awake. As if worried about her disappearing, she would open her eyes occasionally, and vaguely saw that she was still there, and then closed her eyes again with peace of mind.

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Night, getting deeper.

Jing Rong was lying on the bed, flipping through the textbooks. He didn't attend the class for a long time, but he didn't want to drop the class completely. Wen Yanzhi recently asked him for a tutor. He is smart and it is not difficult to keep up with the class.

Wen Yanzhi even knocked on the door and pushed in directly. Jing Rong heard the sound, raised his head, and met Wen Yanzhi's eyes.

"The maid said you have been looking for me today." Wen Yanzhi walked to Jing Rong's bed and sat down. Holding Jing Rong's textbook in his hand and turning it over, "How about, can you keep up with your homework?"

"I haven't been looking for you all the time." Jing Rong replied softly. The servant talked a little exaggerated. Where can I find Wen Yanzhi? It was just an exhortation.

Wen Yanzhi ‘呲’ laughed, “I knew you would return to me like that. Say, what are you looking for?”

Jing Rong looked at him calmly, "My sister already knows that I am not abroad now. This matter can no longer be concealed from her."

Wen Yanzhi momentarily.

Then, he said easily: "That's what happened. Well, let me explain it to her. I'll go to her tomorrow and bring her to see you."

Wen Yanzhi closed the book and threw it to his bedside. "It's done, what time is it, go to bed!"

He said, getting up and leaving. Jing Rong left manually, without much energy, but clasped his arm.

Wen Yanzhi stepped back, his eyes locked darkly.

"I have to get out of here!" Jing Rong tossed him only a few words.

"What if I refuse?"

"You are not qualified to refuse." Jing Rong's eyes were deep and his voice was slightly lower. "We are just friends, except for friends, we have nothing to do with each other."

The last few words stabbed Wen Yan's forehead suddenly.

He seemed to be intolerable, and threw himself directly on the bed, placing Jing Rong on the bed.

He stared at the boy from top to bottom, long fingers stuck to the boy's chin, and raised his face.

His face was tightly stretched, and his teeth were also tightly stretched. "We are nothing but friends? Do you think I'm really responsible for your injuries? Even without me taking you away, you would still be Abduction. I'm in charge of it! "

Jing Rong held his fingers tightly and dragged the quilt tightly.

Wen Yanzhi teased and laughed, "What do you think I am here, make you want to come, come and go?"

"..." Jing Rong's thin lips tightened, staring at Wen Yanzhi. After a long time, it seemed that he finally made up his mind. He asked, "Is it true what you said last time?"

"what?"

Jing Rong grabbed Wen Yanzhi's shirt neckline, turned over, and held Wen Yanzhi under him. He leaned down, his eyes burning with a scorching flame, but his voice was restrained and calm. "Do you want to count on your body?"

Wen Yan's eyebrows jumped.

What Zhang Lip wanted to say was Jing Rong's sudden drop and kissed his lips.

All of Jing Rong's kissing experience comes from the man below him. His kisses are chaotic and awkward. However, even this is enough to drive Wen Yan's madness.

A fire exploded from the bottom of my heart. Burn every cell in his body as fast as possible.

His body was tense, sore and sore.

Jing Rong kissed breathlessly and stepped back an inch. The white face was flushed.

Wen Yanzhi looked in his eyes, and his eyes were a little bit spoiled. The corners of his lips were raised, with a joke, "Brother Jing Rong, your kiss skills are really bad."

This remark was humorously spoken by him, and Jing Rong felt it was a shame.

He was so angry that he kissed again. This time, it was not a kiss, but a bite.

Wen Yanzhi was bitten and patted his palm on his hip. "No mischief!"

"Don't touch me!" Jing Rong blushed and his voice was dumb.

The desire in Wen Yan's eyes is stronger.

This boy looks like he refuses to welcome him, he must not know how intoxicating he is at this moment.

He bent his lips. "Don't you want to make a promise by yourself? Why not make a promise without touching you?"

He said, putting his fingers in his pajamas badly.

Jing Rong trembled, and began to tear the shirt buttons on his body. Wen Yanzhi's tone is more dumb. "Slow down, don't hurt your hand."

"you shut up!"

"You can't solve it, I'll help you." Compared to his impatience, Wen Yan was not in a hurry.

Seeing that he didn't have much strength on his hands, he simply reached out and pulled the shirt button easily. Baring a strong, **** chest.

Jing Rong lay on him, gasping at him, his voice was also unstable, "It's me!"

"Okay. It's up to you. But can you? Little virgin." He chuckled with amusement and slaped a teenager's hip. He feels so good that he can't let it go.

Jing Rong asked, "Should you lie on your stomach?"

Wen Yan frowned.

"what are you thinking?!"

Jing Rong panted and ordered: "I'm on you! Come here!"

What he said was not a joke. Wen Yanzhi chuckled for a moment, then laughed.

The next moment, he turned over and threw the boy directly on the bed. There is a big difference between the two, no matter their age or strength.

Jing Rong is certainly not his opponent.

Before he could speak, Wen Yanzhi shoved up his pajamas, exposing a half of his waist.

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Everyone should not quarrel in order to accept the rejection of males and males, and don't speak badly because they are males. There is nothing strange about the world. Different from you does not mean it is abnormal. We understand each other and seek common ground while shelving differences.