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One Hundred and Fifty-One: The Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Fifty-One)

Wen Yanzhi never thought he was so difficult to deal with before. If there was any woman who pestered him like this, he would definitely put her on the blacklist immediately.

He was going to call back, but then he thought again.

What if Jingrong was really asleep, wouldn’t he wake him up if he called again? He was trying to catch up with other classmates, and the college entrance examination was getting closer and closer, so he had a heavy workload. He really should go to bed early.

If he woke him up again, it would be a heinous crime. That guy would be even more nasty to him.

Wen Yanzhi thought so and hung up the phone again.

But at this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang. When Wen Yanzhi saw the number displayed on it, he was immediately happy.

Originally, he wanted to learn from Jingrong and wait for the phone to ring several times before answering it, but he didn’t have the patience and confidence. What if this guy hung up the phone again and didn’t answer it, he would lose more than he gained.

“Hello.” After only one ring, he answered the phone.

Jing Rong's lazy voice came from the other side, "Are you home?"

"Yeah. I just came back a while ago." Wen Yanzhi heard the boy's voice, and his heart was suddenly filled with something. This feeling, no one has ever given him before.

Moreover, it was just a phone call, a voice.

He asked: "Are you asleep?"

"Yeah, I fell asleep." Jing Rong's tone was light, still half asleep and half awake, "When you get here, go to bed early, I'm hanging up."

"..." Wen Yanzhi was anxious, "Don't hang up!"

"What?" Jing Rong waited.

Wen Yanzhi walked into his room, closed the door, and asked, "Didn't you ask me just now if I wanted to hear what you said? I want to hear it, tell me now."

"Did I ask?"

"Yes!" Wen Yanzhi gritted his teeth, "Jingrong, don't try to cheat me. If you cheat me today, I will keep calling you. If you don't answer, I will call your brother-in-law. Anyway, he already knows what I think of you, so I don't have to hide it."

"So, who is cheating?"

Wen Yanzhi threatened him,

"Then you say or not?"

Jingrong was silent for a while, then he said seriously, "Did you tell me that as long as it is my true words, you want to hear it?"

"Yes." Wen Yanzhi also became serious, and his tone was solemn.

"Then I will tell you."

"You say." Wen Yanzhi was full of expectations.

"..." Jing Rong paused for a moment and said, "Don't wait in my classroom anymore. It's embarrassing."

"..." Wen Yanzhi was so angry that he couldn't even breathe. His expectant heart slammed heavily on the ground with a "snap" sound, smashing into pieces. When he came to his senses, he roared, "Is this what you want to tell me? Jing Rong, do you believe I will drag you out and fuck you now?"

Jing Rong continued, "Also, don't mention the word 'fuck you' all the time in the future."

"Fuck!"

Jing Rong hung up the phone with a "snap".

Clean and neat.

All the other words Wen Yanzhi wanted to say seemed to be sealed in his throat, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't hold back his breath, so he grabbed the phone and immediately called back. However, when he called again, the voice from the other end was "The number you dialed is turned off".

He was so angry that smoke came out of his head.

This kid! He was sure that he couldn't really call Lao Yu!

Wen Yanzhi walked back and forth in the room angrily for a long time. He felt that he was completely finished. Jing Rong did nothing, but he had completely grasped his mind. The key is that he still has no way to deal with it. He has no energy to struggle.

He is a master in the love field, but now he can't even figure out what Jing Rong is thinking. This is too lame!

On this side, he was so annoyed, and on the other side, Jing Rong just smiled faintly and lay on the bed.

The trick of playing hard to get may not work on everyone. But he knows that it will definitely work on that idiot.

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When Jing Yu came downstairs, she saw Yu Zeyao's car parked downstairs.

She just came out of the apartment building, and Yu Zeyao had already got out of the car. He didn't come alone, with a driver and a personal bodyguard. But now the driver and bodyguard were standing far away.

When Jing Yu came out, he had already reached out to her. Jing Yu walked over and put her hand into his palm, and he held her tightly with his hand.

Jingyu rested her chin on his shoulder. He was too tall. She stood on tiptoe and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here at this time?"

"I miss you a little." Yu Zeyao put his arms around her waist.

Jingyu laughed and his voice fell gently in his ear, "Only a little?"

He laughed and didn't answer. He just turned his face slightly and kissed her earlobe, and then the auricle. She dodged for a moment, turned her face subconsciously, and was sealed by his lips. She panted lightly, wrapped her hands around his neck, and backed away from his lips, "There are people coming and going outside. Don't you want to pay attention to your image? After all, you are also our vice president."

Yu Zeyao's hand touched the handle of the car, opened the door of the back seat, and stuffed her into the car.

Jingyu exclaimed softly, he had already leaned in, closed the door with one hand, and held her waist with the other hand to bring her to him.

The extended car had a lot of space. It was more than enough to accommodate the two of them.

The two people looked at each other deeply. It was unknown who kissed who first.

"Is Jingrong doing well at your place?" Jing Yu asked after the kiss.

Yu Zeyao hugged her, "He's fine, don't worry. But I'm quite surprised to hear about this child."

"What are you surprised about?" Jing Yu raised his eyes.

He looked down at her, "She is much more mature than I thought. I mean mentally. Compared with Yanzhi, the contrast is too great."

"He has been like this since he was a child."

"Has he ever told you about what school he wants to miss?" Yu Zeyao looked at Jing Yu, "Whatever school he wants to miss, Yanzhi will probably help him get it as long as he wants."

"In fact, Jingrong's injury has little to do with Wen Yanzhi, and he has already taken all the responsibility he should take."

Yu Zeyao curled his lips and smiled. Jingyu would not think of Jingrong and Wen Yanzhi, the playboy, in that way.

"However, Jingrong did mention school to me recently." Jingyu said, "He has a special case now, so he wants to go to the Fitchston Academy of Fine Arts and start over."

Yu Zeyao frowned slightly, "Fitchston is not in S country. It takes more than 20 hours to fly there."

Jingyu nodded, "If it is really his idea, his dream, none of us can change him. He is a stubborn child."

Yu Zeyao said nothing more.

Jingrong is only 18 years old, an age to pursue life and dreams, and his studies are his top priority now, so he must be in favor of his thoughts and pursuits, and he also appreciates his ambition to start all over again.

But...

For Wen Yanzhi, I'm afraid this is definitely not good news.

Today's update is complete!

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