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Yu Jing hung up the phone, turned to see Yu Zeyao.
"This is what you do?" She looks are even cold than ever.
"King Wing?" Yu Zeyao Lianmei.
"You brought my brother where he was a student, the key moment, not absent -?"
Yu Zeyao stood up, "I have not seen your brother."
Fitch does not believe King looked at him.
"I was taken away, I will not deny I did not take away, I think you think I can not recognize.." He said: "King-not a child, but, this one is not only your loved ones perhaps he returned there a stepmother you do not necessarily. "
What he said is not without reason. His father was taken away, he had to admit that if the King in his glory here, he would not deny that.
She anxiously turned to go. However, only step forward, waist ring by men live.
Her body was forced to turn around, men sit and wait from the top down and looked at her, "Your father you matter?"
"I know you will not let him something." Jing Yu carved beautiful eyes looked at him assured.
Yu Zeyao ceiling eyebrow, faint smile, "you are now eating me tightly, I do not know how to take your family?"
"You're not a bad person, otherwise, the day you do not give me that shot blocked."
Yu Zeyao clarity at her eyes, looking a bit complicated, "This only shows that you do not know me."
"Do not think I was good, I'm not a charitable man. And ...... a lot of things, much much worse than you realize."
Jing Yu always felt that he Hualiyouhua seems must've. However, she also wanted to figure out no matter how - except now he took his father outside, as if no more of the involved between them.
"If you're that kind of person - my dad here with you what happened, I will not forgive you." King Fitch quiet opening, gentle voice.
Shu Yu Zeyao fingers inserted into her room silk, stroked her head to go behind the ear, whispered:. "You moved me here - that's what I want."
Jing Yu stunned at him.
Only to hear he continued unhurried opening: "When did you come, when you see your father give you time to consider a night, go back and think about it slowly.."
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Jing Yu out of the vice presidential palace, filling the cold wind came, his thoughts still chaotic.
He wanted, not just to her, let her live here. Jing Yu Some do not understand his mind - if he just put it all as a game, there is no need to let her live in vice presidential palace. No man will be happy to play with the woman to take home resident. Moreover, he also has a premise Mo ring exist.
"How? What stay that way?" Jin Qi far to see her in it, he has opened the door to the front passenger seat.
Jing Yu heard her voice this back to God. Stoops sit in, not to speak, I heard of Qi Jin asked: "?? How about your dad is not really away to the vice president of"
"Ok."
"...... Tut, he took your dad do it?!"
Qi Jin Jing Yu looked in at, say something, but in the end they did not say anything. Only said: "I make a phone call."
"Oh well." Qi Jin years drove away.
King-no phone, Yu Jing could not find him, he had appropriated the phone with grandma and grandpa. Old man answered the phone, saying only that have not seen King Wing.
Yu Jing hung up the phone, aunts and uncles went home a few calls, but always there was no one.
"Do not worry. King-are so big, can not get lost?" Jin Qi in to listen to her phone probably also hear some prospect of a solution here. After she hung up the phone, to comfort her.
Jing Yu nodded, "I guess he went to where to go for part-time work out. I still tomorrow to go his school, ask the situation."
"Or."
Yu Jing hung up the phone, do the face to the window, watching the winter landscape of the city, inside my head saying all Yuze Yao said those words lingers.
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the other side.
Qi Jin Yu Zeyao looked in the car disappeared from his sight, serial numbers dialed out.
"Sir." Solemn voice over.
"King-not tonight at school. I look up to help, others gone."
"King Wing? Miss King brother?"
"Ok."
"Okay. I'll check."
Yu Zeyao hung up. Half an hour later, the phone will be a solemn call came.
"Sir, your peace of mind, check before. King-Wen is to be taken away."
Yu Zeyao was very surprised, "Wen Dayan? He took King-what?"
"This is probably the'd have to ask Mr. Wen. King-own on his car. After do not know where he was."
This kid, What've?
Two of them, when so familiar?
After Yu Zeyao hung up the phone solemn, call to warm Dayan past. However, the phone is always unable to connect.
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This is a night Jing Yu lying in bed, unable to sleep over and over again and always. Yu Zeyao bad man not her job to say, they took away her father, she was furious that, again like last time, he dumped two ears is anger. However, she did not do that.
When he made that kind of condition, she even still thinking about the feasibility.
This is how it himself? This is not her character and style.
Yu Jing some not sure myself.
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the other side.
Wen Yan's car to midnight only to.
He parked the car in front of a villa, when King Wing has been lying asleep behind the wheel.
Wen Yan's eyebrows to see his quiet sleeping face, eye color turned. Out the window, the cold wind whistling, roaring like a beast in the ear. However, looking at the teenager quiet sleeping face, he felt his heart at this moment is surprisingly quiet.
Wen Yan of trance looked at him, raising his hand, fingers fell on young face. The original is still sleeping King Wing suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes cold, watchful, "What are you doing?"
Wen Yan's hand froze in his face, he was too embarrassed stare moment, the next second, anti-glaring at him, "What stare? You think I want to do?"
King-tight frown, indifferent to take his hand away. Wen Yan picked up from the bottom of his eyes a long eyelashes and gave him a grin, "You do not think I'm up to no good for you, right?"
King-sat up, look out the window.Overcast outside, in addition to their lights, but no trace of light.
He solemnly back: "is more than up to no good, you want me here may also be drawn and quartered."
He opened the door down. Cold filling over, wearing his school uniform, a cold shiver down. Wen Dayan took his jacket off along with the clothes thrown on him.
King-we are looking back at him. He wore only a thin shirt.
King-clothes to be returned to him, but he had walked toward the villa, "Do not poke out of the cold to not work. Talk inside."
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