One Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Thirty-Seven)

Jing Yu's eyes were filled with passion, "I didn't say it was going to end."

Her bottom line has been set back again and again because of this man. She became tolerant, tolerant to an extent that even she could not imagine.

But……

"I have to give my dad an explanation."

"It's me who should answer to him, not you."

Jingyu shook his head, "You saw how excited my dad was when he saw you last time. It doesn't make sense for you to tell me. But I'm different. My dad loves me. And there is Jingrong. Let him have Be mentally prepared, I will arrange for you to meet again, so you can't be impatient."

Yu Zeyao looked at her with burning eyes, lowered his head and kissed her lips again. Jing Yu heard him whisper like words of love: "I miss you very much during this period of time..."

Jing Yu kissed his lips back passionately.

So why not?

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Jingrong's biological clock has always been accurate. In the morning, he wakes up on time.

In his ears, he could hear the man's even breathing. He was stunned for a moment, looking at Wen Yanzhi's sleeping face, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

Last night, I... and this man... were almost...

Thinking of what happened last night, there was a slight ripple in his heart. Wen Yanzhi is a real gangster, but he is not annoying. At least, I don't hate him.

"Brother Xiaorong..."

Wen Yanzhi was half asleep when he suddenly turned over and his whole body was pressed against him.

Without warning. Jingrong was so pressed that he couldn't breathe on the spot, and...

This guy!

When a person is not awake, his body actually reacts.

Jing Rong was thin-skinned and blushed, "Wen Yanzhi, you are very serious."

"Brother Xiaorong, you smell so good..."

"..."

"and,

You are so soft. "Wen Yanzhi muttered. His lips were nibbling on his neck and face in confusion.

Jing Rong's body felt hot, and Wen Yanzhi's hands dug into his clothes. The young man was angry and said, "You are weak, go away..."

The word 'go away' was said with no force.

"You say I'm weak?" Wen Yanzhi was half asleep, but still maintaining his dignity as a man. The degree of softness and hardness is the most important thing for a man and cannot be provoked!

He hit his body hard twice, making Jingrong's ears red. Then, he half-opened his eyes and asked, "Is it soft?"

idiot!

"..." The corners of Jingrong's lips twitched slightly, causing his breathing to become a little unsteady. Just now he thought this man was not annoying, but now he decided to take it back!

Wen Yanzhi had been in love with him for a long time, biting, touching and rubbing him.

Jingrong couldn't push him away, and eventually, he was completely seduced by this fox-like man...

After a while, both of them were wet with hot sweat. However, that annoying man turned over and fell asleep again. He still held Jingrong with both hands and muttered: "Jingrong, I don't allow you to leave..."

Jingrong felt a little confused.

The ripples expand in circles in the inner lake.

He looked at Wen Yanzhi in shock, only to hear him murmuring: "You brat, as soon as you leave my place, you will definitely go to find your little beauty, right?"

Jing Rong curled his lips in a funny way.

What little beauty? They were just classmates.

You can't tell how strong Wen Yanzhi is when he's wearing clothes, but when he takes off his clothes, his muscles are revealed. This guy is a typical guy who looks fat when he wears clothes and looks thin when he takes off his clothes. In front of him, the 18-year-old Jing Rong was indeed still a little kid with no hair on his head.

It took a lot of effort for Jingrong to finally move away the arms and thighs that were pressing on him. He lifted the quilt and quietly got up from the bed. There was a reaction somewhere under his pajama pants that he couldn't ignore.

It seems that that guy is not the only one who is playing hooligans.

He grabbed the wheelchair and pushed himself into the bathroom.

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Jing Rong had just finished washing, tidied himself up, opened the door and went out. He was about to go to the practice room and train himself.

However, as soon as he left the room, he heard the servant's voice from downstairs:

"Madam, eldest lady, why are you here so early?"

"I didn't want to come here early to see my son. In case that guy Yanzhi left early in the morning again." Mrs. Wen's voice followed.

Jing Rong was stunned for a moment and was about to turn back to the room to wake up Wen Yanzhi. Unexpectedly, Wen Xue had quick eyes and saw him upstairs when she looked up.

"Jingrong, you're awake!" Wen Xue said enthusiastically, "Come down, I brought my painting to you today. You must not have seen it clearly during our video last time. I have made progress in the past few days."

"Really?" Jingrong curled his lips in response to Wen Xue's enthusiasm.

Then he turned around and greeted Mrs. Wen politely, calling her "Mrs." Mrs. Wen also liked Jing Rong, who was well-behaved, calm and polite. She only said: "I specially cooked a tube bone soup for you today. I heard from Yanzhi that you have been practicing walking recently and you have improved a lot. Wen Xue, are you still here?" What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and pick him up."

"Oh." Wen Xue threw down the bag.

Jing Rong said: "No need to bother, I can just get off the elevator by myself."

"It's okay, she just went up to wake Yanzhi up."

Jingrong: "..."

Wen Xue has already gone upstairs. Jingrong had been thinking about how he would explain to his wife Wen Xue that Wen Yanzhi was sleeping in his room.

While he was thinking about it, Wen Xue had already arrived in front of him.

"Brother Xiaorong, what's your expression?" Wen Xue looked at him with a smile, "Why don't you seem happy when we come over?"

"Hmm? No." Jingrong came back to his senses, shook his head, and his face remained calm, "I'm very happy."

Wen Xue didn't pester him, and smiled, "Wait for me here for a while, I'll go call Yanzhi."

Jingrong opened his lips to say something, but finally closed his lips and said nothing.

Wen Xue pushed the door open and went in, just about to speak, but there was no one in the room. However, the servant clearly said that he did not go out.

Wen Xue went to the bathroom again, but there was still no one.

After a while, she came out thoughtfully.

She glanced at Jingrong, Jingrong pursed his thin lips, raised his hand, and was about to point to his room. She heard Mrs. Wen downstairs say: "Why haven't you come down yet, Wen Xue, you ask Yanzhi to come down quickly."

"Mom, Yanzhi is not at home." Wen Xue pushed Jingrong into the elevator.

"Not at home?" Mrs. Wen frowned.

While handing the bone soup to the servant, she asked: "Didn't you say that the young master has not gone out?"

"The young master did not go out this morning."

"I'll go up and see. Is he in the study?" Mrs. Wen said and got up.

Wen Xue said quickly: "No need to look, I've checked, he's not here! Maybe he left too early and the servants didn't see him! Right, Jingrong?"

Jingrong didn't say anything.

"This stinky boy! I finally came here once, but I didn't see him." Mrs. Wen complained.

"Mom, did Yanzhi know that you were going to match him up again, and he didn't want to, so he ran away early?"

Today's update is complete!