Good Morning, Mr. President!

One Hundred and Seventy-One Ending (Part 12)

"Sister, you know me best." Jing Rong sat down on the carpet and leaned against the head of the bed. "If it was just for fun, I wouldn't bring him back and wouldn't tell you this."

Yes.

How could she not know?

Jing Yu thought of the past, and remembered Wen Yanzhi's birthday party before he left. She asked, "Were you together two years ago?"

"I guess so." Jing Rong said, "But we have rarely contacted each other in the past two years."

Jing Yu was puzzled.

"Like you, I am very worried about his seriousness. I hope that two years can make him sober up. Or, let him know whether he is sincere or just playing around."

"Then you have got the result you want now."

Jing Rong smiled faintly at the corner of his lips and nodded.

Jing Yu sighed: "He has become very different in the past two years. I have also talked about this with your brother-in-law. I have indeed not seen him bring any woman to any occasion in the past two years. Wait-"

She suddenly remembered something and stopped talking. She looked at Jing Rong steadily, "Does your brother-in-law know about your affairs?"

"...Maybe, he knows a little bit."

"He knew two years ago?"

"...Yeah." Jing Rong nodded.

"I don't think he knows a little bit at all." Jing Yu was a little angry, "You three have kept it a secret from me for two whole years. Each of you is more patient than the other."

"I didn't want to hide it from you, but you were pregnant with little Sam at the time, and I didn't want to make you angry." Jing Rong said this, glanced at Jing Yu, his eyes were a little deeper, "Sister, I care about your thoughts and ideas."

Jing Yu's mind was full of thoughts. She had thought about what Jing Rong's partner was like countless times, but she couldn't link that person with Wen Yanzhi. So, it would be a lie to say that she was not shocked when she heard this suddenly.

She held Jingrong's hand and looked at him with complex and deep eyes. "I care about your thoughts, and I know that you can make this decision after careful consideration. But have you thought about your future? Will Yanzhi's parents be open-minded? If they strongly oppose, do you plan to stick with it or separate when you have to?"

Jingrong recalled the words Yanzhi said to him before he left.

He felt warm in his heart and firm in his eyes.

"We will stick to it."

Jingyu looked at him and was moved by his firmness. But she still said cautiously: "I have to talk to your brother-in-law about this matter. Then let your brother-in-law talk to Yanzhi. You are still a child, I can't just hand you over to others so carelessly. Dad won't forgive me if I'm too careless. I can only agree to this matter if your brother-in-law says it's okay."

Jing Rong raised his lips and smiled, "Okay, I'll wait for my brother-in-law to nod."

"Looking at your expression, it seems that you are sure that your brother-in-law will not make things difficult for you two."

Jing Rong praised: "Brother-in-law is the best brother-in-law."

"Being with Wen Yanzhi, I have learned to be sweet."

Jing Rong smiled but said nothing.

What she said to Yanzhi was exactly the opposite. Wen Yanzhi always said that he had learned a lot of bad things.

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At night.

In the children's room.

Jing Yu was coaxing Sam to sleep. Lying on the child's small bed on his side, he gently patted the child's chest and hummed a lullaby.

When Yu Zeyao pushed the door in, he saw this scene.

A faint light enveloped the mother and son, and she looked very gentle when coaxing the child. Everything around was permeated with heart-moving warmth.

Yu Zeyao's eyes fell on his beloved woman, and his expression softened. Jing Yu raised her head slightly from the bed, saw him, smiled, and reached out to him.

He walked over and gently held her hand. He glanced at the child in her arms and whispered, "Are you asleep?"

"Yeah. Just fell asleep." Jing Yu's voice was also very light.

However, the child in her arms still moved, as if he was about to open his eyes again. Jing Yu made a "hush" gesture to the man, hugged the child in his arms and continued to coax him.

Yu Zeyao didn't go out either, and he squeezed in the small bed with his wife. When Jing Yu coaxed the child, he occasionally turned his head to look at him, "Don't you think it's crowded?"

"No." Yu Zeyao held the child and her together with his long arms. He had come back to take a bath, and his body smelled of shower gel. And she had a pleasant smell of **.

He buried his face in her hair and whispered, "There are so many people at home, why do you have to do everything for the child yourself? It's a bit hard."

"I don't think it's that hard to do things for the child. I haven't started work yet. Since I have time, I always hope to spend more time with him."

Yu Zeyao leaned over and kissed her forehead, "Tell me if you are too tired."

Jing Yu nodded.

He glanced at the child in his arms. At this moment, little Sam had fallen asleep, lying in his arms, curled up into a small ball. The little finger was still stuffed in his mouth and sucked.

Jing Yu watched this scene, resting in the arms of the beloved man, and felt that everything was so perfect.

She reached out to cover the child's quilt and winked at the man behind her. Yu Zeyao immediately got up, and Jing Yu followed suit.

"Let's go out." Jing Yu bent over to turn off the light.

Looking back, Yu Zeyao kissed the child on the head.

The two came out of the room, Yu Zeyao stretched out his hand to her, and she tacitly put her hand in his palm.

The two walked into the room hand in hand.

Qi Jinnian always said that the two years of marriage not only made her softer, but also made her more like a girl. She didn't look like a mother who had given birth to a child at all.

Liang Shengyi taught her how to judge people, enriched her experience, and made her more mature, but the man in front of her spoiled that mature woman into a carefree girl.

"Jingrong came back early today. Have you just seen him?" Jingyu asked after entering the bedroom.

"Just came out of his room."

"You two, no, you three, are more excessive than each other. Jingrong is such a big thing, but you never mentioned it to me." Jingyu complained.

"This is Jingrong's private matter. I don't want to say more before he is mentally prepared."

"Shouldn't I be mentally prepared for this kind of thing?" Jingyu said frankly, "I tried very hard to pretend to be calm in front of Jingrong.

I didn't want him to be uneasy, but I was really scared."

"Do you disagree with them?" Yu Zeyao looked at her seriously.

"Not really." Jing Yu straightened his face, "I want to ask you what you mean."

After a pause, he said, "More importantly, I want to know what Yanzhi thinks. You know him better than I do. Compared to Yanzhi's rich experience, Jingrong is just a blank sheet of paper. I don't want him to be hurt in his first love."

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There will be a second update today. But the second update will be in the evening. Everyone, come and read it after 9 o'clock!

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