Cold CEO, Hug Me

The current Jing Bao'er was wrapped in a snow-white bath towel, which was not a good wrap. He could even vaguely see the deep ravine in her chest.

Her two snow-white long legs were exposed, and her half-dried hair was scattered casually over one shoulder. Along with her bone-deep, small face, she looked just like an elegant little thing.

Looking at her like that, he couldn't help but think of those two nights in his room when they were intimate, and that sweet kiss, and the fragrance of the girl on her body. In the darkness, they were so close, so close that there was not even a crack.

When he thought of this, he instantly felt a warm current pass through his lower abdomen. Unconsciously, his body started to react.

What a scratchy little thing!

"Go … "Put your clothes back on." he ordered coldly, looking away and continuing to stir the dough in the pot.

Without noticing his reaction, Jing Bao'er walked behind him and hugged him from behind.

A height of 165 wasn't considered small in normal times, but when pasted on from behind, it made him look extremely small.

She could clearly hear his slightly rapid heartbeat when she came into contact with him at such a close distance.

Her breath was filled with the scent of his body, making her feel extremely comfortable.

"Fourth Uncle, thank you."

"I told you to get dressed, do you hear?" As he scooped up the noodles, he yelled in a low voice, and his breathing became rapid and hot.

"My clothes are dirty without any clothes on. Fourth Uncle, my heart is beating so fast, are you nervous?" Jing Bao'er said.

"The room to your right is mine. Go in and get me a nightgown."

He did not answer the question.

"I'm asking you, are you nervous?"

"Go … "Get dressed."

He turned and coldly pushed her away, then pushed her away.

Jing Bao'er could only roll her eyes at him, turned around, leisurely whistled, and quickly skipped out the kitchen.

… ….

After going up the stairs, Jing Bao'er went straight to Jing Rong's room.

Pushing the door open, he saw a neat, flat black and white world.

In his room, there was only a computer, a tablet computer, and a bed. There was nothing extra.

Jing Bao'er walked straight in front of his wardrobe, opened it, and discovered that there was actually the same black and white inside …

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk …" Helplessly shaking her head, she used her long and tender fingers to stroke his clothes one by one. Casually taking out a pair of black silk men's pajamas and putting them on.

The top part of the pyjamas was fine, but the bottom part was difficult to describe. She couldn't bring them up at all. The pants could even be used as a rag on her legs.

Helplessly, she picked out one of his white shirts and put it on.

He wore a fitting shirt over her, but it was wide.

Her sleeves were incredibly long, and the length of her sleeves was just enough to wrap around her lower body.

He was wearing a shirt, and she was wearing a dress.

After rolling up his sleeves simply, Jing Bao'er walked to the mirror, tidied up his messy hair, and went downstairs.

When he walked into the restaurant, he was sitting inside, playing with his phone. In front of him was a steaming bowl of seafood noodles.

However, looking at its appearance, Jing Bao'er was sure that the taste would not be too bad.

She smiled brilliantly as she sat in front of Jing Rong, placed the noodles in front of her and complimented, "Not bad, Fourth Uncle, you really can go up the hall, you really can go down to the kitchen."

"Eat your food, you talk so much." He didn't look up, but kept his eyes on his phone.

Jing Bao'er no longer spoke, she picked up the chopsticks and started eating the noodles.

She could not help but give Jing Rong a big thumbs up, "Um …. Delicious, Fourth Uncle. Now, I have another reason to love you. "

"Wash the bowl after you finish eating. I'm going out for a while, so I'll be back in the evening."

After Jing Bao'er heard this, she immediately asked, "Where are you going? Bring me along? "

"Kids don't always stay behind adults."

Jing Rong said, then picked up the black trench coat that was hung on the back of the chair, and put it on.

"What child? I'm obviously very old."

"Where are you big? Your eyes are big and your throat is big. " He replied coldly. His tone was lukewarm.

With that, he tied the buttons of his trench coat and leisurely walked out.

"My breasts are big too, my ass is also big!" Jing Bao'er was unhappy with her response.

Hearing the door close, Jing Bao'er flipped over the albopictus and continued to eat her noodles.

If she's going out, then go out. If she doesn't bring me along, then don't bring me along. Hmph, she's playing at home by herself, isn't it fine to play at home by herself?

After finishing the noodles, Jing Bao'er cleaned the dishes and walked into Jing Rong's room.

He turned on his computer and started playing LOL.

Halfway through the battle, his phone rang.

Jing Bao'er impatiently looked at the screen of her phone. Seeing the words "Ms. Song", she ignored it and continued to play.

At this moment, she was fighting intensely in the game. She was too crazy, how could she have the time to care about her?

After the first round ended, Jing Bao'er found that Ms. Song had called her a total of more than twenty times.

She let out a long breath helplessly, leaned back lazily, crossed her legs, and sloppily picked up her phone. Just as she was about to reply Ms. Song, her phone rang.

The one who called was still Song Limei —

After pressing accept, Jing Bao'er lazily asked, "What's wrong, Ms. Song."

"What's wrong with you asking me after such a big thing happened? What do you think happened? Bao`er, now that your stepfather has died, our position in the Jing Clan has become even more awkward than before. You are after all not of the Jing Clan's bloodline, so I hope that you can keep a low profile and not always stir up trouble. This time, because of your mint, you brought so much trouble upon yourself, causing your great-grandfather to be unhappy. "

On the phone, Song Limei changed from her usual gentle tone and spoke in a serious tone.

Hehe, what a good mother she is. When she came out of the police station, her first sentence was not to care about her, but to reprimand her for causing trouble.

"You are no longer a child. You are an adult. If you don't want to be kicked out of the Jing Clan again, you can keep a low profile." "Don't just continue to let your temper show. This is Beijing, not Ling Bo County."

The words that came piercing to Jing Bao'er's ears. Every word that Song Limei spoke was like a knife that stabbed deeply into her ear drums, her internal organs.

Otherwise, based on my own personality, I won't return to that inhumane place for eight lifetimes. Don't make it sound like I want to go back to the Jing Clan, I'm not as vain as you. If you find me unpleasant, then you can just throw me back to Lop County. Once is throwing, twice is also throwing. " She spoke seriously, one word at a time. The hand she was holding the phone with was trembling slightly. Her eyes were bloodshot.