One Hundred and Eleven: Deep Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Eleven)

Jing Yu thought he was going to die, and maybe his death would be extremely ugly.

But……

After the 'clicking' sound rang for a long time, there was no strong pain on her forehead.

"Yu'er, Yu'er! Are you okay?" Qi Jinnian rushed over. She was laughing and angry, "Mr. Yu is joking with you. There are no bullets in the gun! He is joking with you!"

Jing Yu slowly opened his eyes.

She suddenly met the man's serious eyes. His eyes were very, very light now, abnormally light. Even the anger was gone, only deep disappointment remained.

very good

very good

For Liang Shengyi, she is really not even afraid of death

He protected her, loved her, and pampered her, but in the end, she was willing to die for another man.

The most ironic thing is probably this

Like a defeated man, Yu Zeyao threw the gun into Zhuang Yan's hand, let go of Jing Yu, turned around and walked out. Jing Yu was not afraid. She almost thought she was going to hell just now. Fear made her weak.

At this moment, she had no strength to support her. Her body went limp and fell to the ground weakly. Liang Shengyi quickly stepped forward and hugged her.

Yu Zeyao took two steps out and paused.

"Take her with you!"

These words were spoken to Zhuang Yan. He never looked back, leaving her with only a cold and determined back.

only……

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Jing Yu felt that there was hurt in the back.

She suddenly couldn't help herself, and the tip of her nose was sore.

"No! You can't take away the fish anymore!" Liang Shengyi was excited and wanted to stop Zhuang Yan.

Yu Zeyao walked to the door, turned around, and looked coldly at the pair of desolate lovers who were about to separate, "I only have one gun without bullets, but I have many guns with bullets. I don't think it's enough to play, so I still have a lot of guns." You can try again.”

Speaking of which,

His gaze fell on Jing Yu again, his eyes were so cold that he said, "If you can leave Jing Rong and your father alone, you can leave with the man you love."

He didn't stress every word, but every word struck Jing Yu's weakness.

She pushed Yu Zeyao's hand away and supported herself to stand up.

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Jing Yu thought he would be taken back to the Vice Presidential Palace by Yu Zeyao. But, no.

Zhuang Yan personally sent her to a villa. This villa is very cold and empty. No one seems to come here often, and the place looks completely lifeless.

There's not even heating.

Jing Yu stood alone in the hall, looking up at the extremely unfamiliar environment.

Zhuang Yan explained: "This is a house that Mr. bought before, and no one has lived in it. Mr. means that Miss Jing will live here in the future."

Jingyu understood.

She was thrown into the cold palace by Yu Zeyao.

"Where are my clothes?"

"Someone will send it over."

"Okay, thank you."

"If Miss Jing needs someone to take care of her, someone will come over..."

"No need." Jing Yu interrupted Zhuang Yan's words, "I want to be alone for a while. I don't need anyone to take care of me."

Zhuang Yan nodded after hearing what she said, "Okay, I will mention it to my husband. Miss Jing can choose any room upstairs. If you have anything, you can call me at any time."

Jing Yu nodded.

She didn't speak anymore and just sat down on the sofa.

Zhuang Yan still had something to do, so he didn't stay any longer. When he was about to leave, Jing Yu, who had been sitting on the sofa in a daze, suddenly turned around and asked quietly: "Zhuang Yan, you have been with the Vice President for so long, you must know everything he does, right?"

"What do you want to ask Miss Jing?"

Jing Yu's throat was tight and his eyes were sour, "My dad...is he related to me?"

There was not much fluctuation on his solemn face, "Miss Jing, your father's matter is not trivial. It cannot be explained clearly in just one or two sentences."

Jing Yu's hand pressed on the sofa tightened.

The fingers were so stretched that their joints turned white.

It's not that she couldn't hear the implication of Zhuang Yan's words. How she wished she could get a negative answer

"You have a good rest." Zhuang Yan left the message and left.

The entire villa was extremely quiet. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Jingyu lay down and looked at the ceiling with empty eyes. Suddenly, the words he once asked himself came to his mind -

——What if it was you? If the other person did something wrong, would you choose to forgive?

How did you answer that time?

——If you miss it, you miss it, and you can never go back.

Her eyes were sore, and cold tears fell from the corners of her eyes, hitting the sofa.

It turned out that at that time, there was already a hint in his words.

Already had it...

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Jing Yu stayed in the villa like this for the whole afternoon. Someone came to give her clothes that were kept at the Vice Presidential Palace.

No one knew who was coming in and out, and she didn't get up from the sofa to take a look.

In the evening, the entire villa became completely quiet and began to become colder.

Jing Yu felt cold, so he pulled the suitcase that was still at the door, opened it, turned over a cotton-padded jacket and put it on. She looked out through the window and could vaguely see two bodyguards standing at the door.

She thought that this time, she was completely under house arrest.

She had no appetite and didn't cook dinner. However, the desertedness of the huge room made her feel intrusive. She turned on the TV and let the sound resound in the room, as if she was no longer alone.

Jingyu stayed in this villa for two days.

The refrigerator was always full, and someone came to give her something every day.

She sat on the swing in the yard, staring at the withered grass in a daze. She didn't know how long she would live here alone, and he wouldn't lock her up like this for the rest of her life.

On the third day, Jingyu wanted to go to the hospital to see her father. However, she was stopped by the bodyguard as expected.

She had to call Yu Zeyao, but when she dialed, his private number became an empty number. Listening to the "beep" sound, Jingyu felt empty in her heart.

She transferred the number to Zhuang Yan.

"Hello, Miss Jing." Zhuang Yan answered the phone quickly.

"I want to go out to see my dad." Jingyu said, "Please tell Mr. Yu to let the people he sent let me go."

"Miss Jing, don't worry, the old man has someone to take care of him. You don't have to worry."

The implication was that she couldn't and was not allowed to go to the hospital.

Jingyu was suddenly very excited. "Zhuangyan, my dad is awake. Is he going to do something to my dad again?"

Zhuangyan was silent.

"Tell him not to hurt my dad, don't hurt my dad."

Jingyu repeated this sentence, but there was no response from the other end. Instead, the phone was hung up.

Zhuangyan turned on the hands-free mode. The man sitting in the window heard Jingyu's words clearly.

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I wrote it all at once and updated it, so it's a little late. Today's update is complete, and tomorrow's update will still be in the afternoon. Don't wait for the update at 0:00!