Cold CEO, Hug Me

"Well done!" Jing Bao'er gave a thumbs up, and said.

"Let's go and eat..."

Just as Jing Rong finished speaking, he stood up and walked out the door.

Jing Bao'er followed closely behind.

After exiting the door, Jing Bao'er jogged all the way, farting around, walking beside him and chuckling, "Fourth Uncle, after we finish eating, why don't you accompany me around the base? "When you're done, bring me to another place …"

Jing Rong continued to move forward, his expression did not change at all, "Go where?"

"To the place where we met up last time …" Jing Bao'er immediately blocked in front of Jing Rong, stood on her tiptoes and whispered into his ear.

Jing Rong raised his sword-like eyebrows, looked at her and asked, "Indoor shooting-range?"

Hearing that, Jing Bao'er immediately nodded her head, "Hmm, last time, I went there too. Seeing the different types of guns on the wall, I wanted to go there to play. "Let's see it again."

Jing Rong nodded.

Since he no longer opposed her and would become a female secret service agent in the future, he no longer planned to restrict her from touching guns and the like.

"Oh!" "Long live Fourth Uncle, long live Fourth Uncle!" Jing Bao'er cheered.

Seeing her smile, Jing Rong's heart moved.

In the end, she was just a little girl. Just a small matter was already enough to make her extremely happy.

"Alright, let's go. Let's go eat." After Jing Rong finished, he slowly walked forward.

Jing Bao'er immediately followed...

… ….

On the second day, after Jing Rong and Jing Bao'er returned to the capital, they went back to the Qiantan Villa to change. Jing Rong drove the carriage back to the Jing Clan's half mountain mansion.

Once the two entered the living room, Song Limei who was currently sitting in front of the sofa and watching TV immediately stood up and came up to welcome them.

"Fourth Bro, Bao`er, you two are back. Have you had lunch? " Song Limei was full of smiles.

"Yes, I've eaten …" "Eldest sister-in-law, I'll go upstairs first. You two chat." After Jing Rong finished, he went upstairs.

After Jing Rong went up the stairs, he coldly looked at Song Limei, then walked to the front of the sofa and sat down. He crossed his legs and started to play with his phone.

Seeing that, Song Limei could not help but sigh, then walked to Jing Bao'er's side and sat down.

Song Limei lightly patted Jing Bao'er's shoulder, and said in a gentle voice, "Bao'er, I'm sorry. That night, when you met with such a situation, not only did I not help you out, I even blamed you, it was my fault …"

Thinking about that night, in this living room, what Ms. Song said, every single word, caused Jing Bao'er's heart to turn cold for a while …

Jing Bao'er scoffed, "Ever since you were young, other than apologizing to me for hurting me, what else would you do?"

"Bao'er, I'm sorry. At that time, when I found out that Leng Youran drugged you and wanted to throw you amongst men to harm you, I hated her to death … When I heard you say that not only did you notice something strange about the glass of orange juice she gave you, but you also poured something into Leng Youran's cup, in my heart, I also felt that it was good for you … "

"But, Bao Er, no matter how I feel, you are right. As long as your grandfather feels that you are wrong, I won't say anything. Now that your stepfather is gone, my position is already very awkward … "I am a man of few words..."

Song Limei said one word at a time, and at the end, her eyes filled with tears …

Even though in Jing Bao'er's heart, she hated the Ms. Song to the bones, at this moment, when she saw Song Limei's face full of tears in front of him, Jing Bao'er's heart still felt a sharp pain …

"Then, are you trying to say that the reason you're so patient, is actually because of me … Stop talking already. I don't even want to hear it. Actually, from the moment I followed you into this house, all of your patience was for your own glory and wealth … "You should stop with your hypocrisy …" After Jing Bao'er finished speaking, she stood up and started crying again …

She really didn't want to discuss these things with Song Limei. As long as she mentioned these things, Jing Bao'er would feel a stabbing pain in his heart!

"I admit that, when you were young, I did have some selfish thoughts and most of the time, it was to protect myself. But, Bao`er, ever since you were chased out of my house by the old man, I have regretted it … "Especially now, as I get older and older and have experienced more and more, my heart is filled with regret. Everything Mom has done and endured, it was all for you …" Song Limei said again.

With that, Song Limei got up, and wanted to hug Jing Bao'er in her arms.

However, Jing Bao'er only sneered, and then, pushed Song Limei away. "Drag him down … "Stop pretending."

With that, Jing Bao'er turned and quickly went upstairs.

After Jing Bao'er left, Song Limei sat on the sofa as tears fell like rain …

She felt guilty towards Jing Bao'er! She truly had a guilty conscience! She had let down her daughter …

After going upstairs, just as Jing Bao'er was about to enter her room, she saw Duan Qianrong walking out from Leng Youran's room. On her ears, she was even wearing an exquisite white earpiece.

"Aiyo, who is this, isn't this our family's little burden, the little beggar, Jing Bao'er?" Duan Qianrong sneered. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and walked in front of Jing Bao'er, looking as arrogant as ever.

Jing Bao'er was not in a good mood from the start, but now, after being agitated by her, Jing Bao'er's mood was even worse.

"If you don't get beaten up for a few days, you're going to feel itchy again, aren't you? Duan Qianrong... "

"Jing Bao'er, you …" All of a sudden, Duan Qianrong couldn't even speak a single word back at him. Her face was flushed red from holding in her anger for too long. (TL: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU)

When Jing Rong opened the door, he saw how Jing Bao'er and Duan Qianrong looked at each other.

The two girls looked full of fighting spirit, just like two little cockerels.

Seeing Jing Rong coming out, Duan Qianrong immediately retracted the sharp look on her face and subconsciously took a step back, awkwardly laughing, "Hehe, Little Uncle …. "You're back."

Jing Rong's sword-like eyebrows tightly knitted together, he did not say a word, walked to Jing Bao'er's side, protected Jing Bao'er behind him, looked at Duan Qianrong, and coldly berated him, "You really forgot the pain from your scar. It's only been a few days, and you want to provoke her again?"

Hearing Jing Rong's words, Jing Bao'er immediately behind Jing Rong, made a funny face at him …

Looking at Jing Bao'er's expression, Duan Qianrong was extremely angry, but because of Jing Rong's dignity, she still chose to endure.

"Little Uncle, do you know what happened to us just now? How do you know that I was the one who took the initiative to provoke her? "Aren't you being too biased!" Duan Qianrong looked at Jing Rong, and complained.

"Who doesn't know that when you and Leng Youran are kids, you guys just like to be that slut who causes trouble … "My fourth uncle doesn't need to look to know that you must have come to provoke me." With Jing Rong by his side, Jing Bao'er became more and more famous …

Damn it!

It angered her to death!