Chapter 1838: Love buried in time (56)

Jing Yu hung up the phone and turned to look at Yu Zeyao.
"Is this what you did?" She looked colder than ever.
"Jingrong?" Yu Zeyao frowned.
"Where did you take my brother? He is still a student, and he must not be absent from school at a critical moment-"
Yu Zeyao stood up, "I haven't seen your brother."
Jing Yu looked at him in disbelief.
"It was the person I took away, and I wouldn't deny it. It wasn't me who took it, you think I can't recognize it." He said, "Jing Rong is not a child anymore, and it's not just your relative Maybe he doesn't have to go back to your stepmother. "
What he said was not without reason. His father was taken away by him, and he has acknowledged that if Jing Rong was here, he would not deny it.
She turned anxiously and left. However, before taking a step, his waist was surrounded by men.
She was forced to turn around, and the man looked at her from top to bottom, "Your dad, don't you care?"
"I know you won't let him be okay." Jing Yu's clear eyes fixed on him.
Yu Zeyao raised his eyebrows with a smile. "You're eating me so hard now, how about knowing I won't take your family?"
"You're not a bad person, otherwise you wouldn't stop me that day."
Yu Zeyao looked at her clear eyes, her eyes were a little more complicated, "This only shows that you don't know me."
"Don't think of me too well, I'm not a charitable person. And ... a lot of things are far worse than you think."
Jing Yu always felt that there was something in his remarks, which seemed to mean something. However, she couldn't figure it out no matter what she thought-except that he didn't seem to have much involvement except that he had taken away his father now.
"If you are such a person--what happened to you with my dad, I will not forgive you." Jing Yu said quietly, with a gentle voice.
Yu Zeyao inserted her fingers between her hair and pinched her hair behind her ear, whispering, "You move here-this is what I want."
Jing Yu looked at him stupidly.
I only heard him continue to speak unhurriedly: "When do you come here, go to see your father anytime. Give you a night to consider, and think back slowly."

Jing Yu walked out of the Vice President's House and the cold wind poured in. His thoughts were still chaotic.
He didn't just want her, he asked her to live here. Jing Yu was a bit confused about his mind-if he was just playing it all as a game, there was no need for her to live in the vice presidential palace. No man would be happy to take a casual woman home with him. Besides, there is also a premise of Mo Huan beside him.
"What's wrong? What's going on?" Qi Jinnian saw her from afar and pushed the door of the front passenger seat open.
Jing Yu heard her voice before returning to her mind. Sit inside, and before speaking, I heard Qi Jinnian asked: "How is it? Did your dad really take Mr. Vice President away?"
"Ok."
"... Well, what did he take away with your dad ?!"
Jing Yu glanced at Qi Jinnian and wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. Just said: "I'll make a call first."
"Oh. OK." Qi Jinnian drove away.
Jing Rong had no cell phone, and Jing Yu could not find him, so he had to dial the phone to his grandparents. The old man answered the phone and said that he had never seen Jing Rong.
Jingyu hung up the phone and made a few calls to his uncle's and aunt's house, but he never saw anyone.
"Don't worry about it. Jing Rong is so big, can you still lose it?" Qi Jinnian probably heard some eyebrows when she talked on the phone. After she hung up, comfort her.
Jing Yu nodded, "I guess he went to work part-time again. I will go to his school tomorrow and ask the situation."
"Alright."
Jing Yu hung up the phone, looked away from the window, and looked at the city's winter scenery, but his mind was full of those words that Yu Zeyao said.

the other side.
Yu Zeyao watched Qi Jinnian's car disappear from his sight and dialed out a string of numbers.
"Sir." A solemn voice came over.
"Jing Rong was not at school tonight. Help me find out where others have gone."
"Jing Rong? Miss Jing's brother?"
"Ok."
"Okay. I'll check right away."
Yu Zeyao hung up the phone. After half an hour, the solemn call came in.
"Sir, don't worry, you checked it. Jing Rong was taken away by Mr. Wen."
Yu Zeyao was surprised, "Wen Yanzhi? What did he take Jing Rong to do?"
"I'm afraid to ask Mr. Wen. Jing Rong got into his car by himself. I don't know where to go afterwards."
What kind of name is this kid doing?
When are they both so familiar?
After Yu Zeyao hung up the solemn phone, he called Wen Yanzhi over. However, the call was never connected.

That night, Jing Yu was lying on the bed, and she couldn't sleep again and again. Yu Zeyao broke her work and said nothing, and took away her father. She should be irritated, like the last time, she slaps him two slaps. But she didn't do that.
When he proposed such conditions, she even thought of feasibility.
What happened to myself? This is not her character and style.
Jing Yu was a little confused.

the other side.
Wen Yanzhi's car only arrived in the middle of the night.
When he parked the car in front of a villa, Jing Rong was already asleep in the driver's seat.
Wen Yanzhi's eyes turned, seeing his quiet sleeping face, his eyes turned. Outside the window, the cold wind roared, like a beast roaring in his ears. However, looking at the quiet sleeping face of the teenager, he felt that his heart was surprisingly peaceful at this moment.
Wen Yanzhi looked at him in surprise, raised his hand, and dropped his fingers on the teenager's face. Jing Rong, who was still asleep, opened his eyes suddenly. His eyes were cold and alert, "What are you doing?"
Wen Yanzhi's hand was stiffened on his face, and he stared at him awkwardly for a moment, then stared at him for a second.
Jing Rong frowned tightly, and indifferently patted his hand away. Wen Yanzhi picked up a long eyelash from under his eyes and smirked at him, "You don't think I'm trying to treat you wrong?"
Jing Rong sat upright and looked out the window. It was dark outside, except for their lights, there was no light.
He responded in a serious way: "It's not just a plot, it's possible to bring me here to divide the body."
He pushed the car door down. The cold wind poured in, and he was cold in his school uniform. Wen Yanzhi took his coat and followed the car, throwing his clothes on him.
Jing Rong looked back at him. He wore only a thin shirt.
Jing Rong wanted to return his clothes, but he had already walked in the direction of the villa.