Cold CEO, Hug Me

In addition, today, Jing Rong had once again brought up this matter of him doubting their relationship, making him feel even more at ease in his heart.

If he had something up his sleeves, why would Jing Rong dare to take the initiative and bring it up?

After thinking about it, Jing Aotian felt that all of this was really just his imagination.

"Then that's what I'll do?" Jing Rong asked.

Jing Aotian nodded.

"Alright, I'll go discuss it with that girl Bao Er." Jing Rong said.

With that, he slowly put his cigarette into the ashtray and extinguished it. Then he stood up and rolled up his right sleeve.

Jing Aotian nodded.

Then, Jing Rong walked out with long legs.

Walking out of the study, Jing Rong went downstairs to the kitchen to get a bowl of ice cream before returning upstairs.

Carrying Bing'er, Jing Rong walked straight to the door of Jing Bao'er's room, and then pushed it open.

When he opened the door, Jing Rong saw the little girl sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, playing with her phone.

Beside her bed was a packed red suitcase.

When he saw her, the coldness on his face melted a bit.

Seeing Jing Rong walk in, Jing Bao'er immediately put down his phone and asked with a serious face, "Fourth Uncle, how is your talk with Grandfather going?"

"Done." He then went straight into the bathroom and came out with a towel.

"Really?" Jing Bao'er asked.

Jing Rong nodded and did not say a word.

Then he took the towel and the ice cubes and sat down beside her. He quickly poured the bowl of ice cubes onto the towel, wrapped it in a towel, and applied ice to her right cheek.

The cold and icy feeling spread on his originally fiery and stinging skin, instantly making Jing Bao'er feel much better.

"Ugh …" "So you're saying, we can move out at night?" Jing Bao'er asked with a smile.

Jing Rong nodded.

"That's great, Fourth Uncle. From tonight onwards, we can live alone!" In the Qiantan Villa, we can do whatever we want, it doesn't matter. " Jing Bao'er said.

"Hmm …" The man was still reserved and indifferent.

"I really feel like this is a blessing in disguise …" Although our relationship was accidentally discovered by the Ms. Song, and I was ruthlessly beaten by him for all of this, I still had an unexpected harvest because of all of this. "

"Not only do I know that you've been hiding deep within your heart for ten years, I can also go out with you and live a life by myself."

Jing Bao'er said word by word.

The girl's flower-like smile was like a nail, piercing deep into his heart where it was softest and most painful to the touch.

This was a girl who was optimistic and strong enough to make his heart ache.

He frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "You can still smile after being beaten up to this extent."

"What's there to laugh about? Although I said that I was beaten up, but because of today's incident, I unexpectedly gained a lot of happiness." Jing Bao'er said again.

"You are optimistic."

As soon as he said that, he spread the ice-wrapped towel over the other side of her face.

"Heh heh …" Jing Bao'er's smile grew wider and wider.

"Jing Bao'er..."

"Hmm?"

"I will never let anyone hit you again."

"Alright." Jing Bao'er replied as she blinked her eyes.

After that, she took the towel wrapped with ice cubes from Jing Rong and applied it on her own face.

"I asked you to pack your luggage, and you only packed this little?" Jing Rong asked as he looked at the red suitcase beside his legs.

"En, the main thing is that I have some daily necessities from the Qiantan Villa. If it's about clothes, I simply brought some with me. The main thing is that I want you to bring me to buy new ones." Jing Bao'er said with a smile.

Hearing Jing Bao'er's words, Jing Rong simply replied, "Alright."

"Fourth Uncle, there's still more. With my face, I don't think tomorrow will be any better. Tomorrow morning, can you help me ask for a leave of absence?" Jing Bao'er said again.

"Alright."

Also, let's just leave before dinner. With my current face, if I stay at home for dinner, grandpa will definitely ask. Let's go bid grandpa farewell before dinner, and then I'll put on a mask to cover my face. I'm sure grandpa won't be able to tell anything.

"Alright."

Jing Rong answered straightforwardly once again.

He was always cold and indifferent.

He went to bed.

Seeing that, Jing Bao'er immediately moved to the side and gave him a space.

After Jing Rong went to bed, he laid down and then lightly patted his arm, and said indifferently, "Lie down."

Hearing this, Jing Bao'er immediately lay down obediently, placed her head on his arm and continued to raise her legs to compress the ice on her face.

After lying down, she no longer spoke.

Jing Rong did not do the same, he just kept stroking her hair.

… ….

Before dinner, Jing Bao'er and Jing Rong went to Jing Aotian's study. After bidding farewell to the old man, they both went downstairs.

Jing Rong dragged her luggage while she only carried his backpack. The huge black mask covered all the swelling on her face.

When the two of them were downstairs, Song Limei coincidentally walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing that the two were about to leave, the word "Chuan" on Song Limei's forehead became even more profound.

She didn't say anything. She just stared at the two of them with a gloomy face.

At this moment, Song Limei's heart was in extreme discomfort.

She knew that they were going to hell, but she couldn't stop them!

She really couldn't do anything!

Walking to the front of Song Limei, Jing Rong heaved a long sigh of relief, then looked at Song Limei and said, "Sister-in-law, we'll be leaving first."

"Ms. Song, let's go." After Jing Bao'er finished speaking, she immediately walked out with quick steps.

Looking at Jing Bao'er's leaving figure, Song Limei's tears fell.

Her tears were filled with anger and sorrow.

Seeing that Song Limei was crying, Jing Rong immediately took out a black and white checked handkerchief from his pocket. While wiping her tears, he said, "Eldest sister-in-law, I will treat her well. "I will take care of everything in the future. I'm sorry, sister-in-law …"

Song Limei didn't say a single word, and only continued to shed tears.

Jing Rong frowned once again, he placed the handkerchief in Song Limei's hand, directly pulling Jing Bao'er's suitcase, and walked out.

He believed that time was the best medicine.

He believed that Song Limei would definitely be able to understand it after a long time.

When Jing Rong walked into the courtyard, he was currently lowering his head and continuously tapping the ground with his feet.

The street lamp caused the girl's figure to lengthen and lengthen.

Seeing that Jing Rong had come out, Jing Bao'er immediately raised his head and walked over to his mother. He raised his head and asked, "What did you tell my mother?"

"Nothing, I'm just sorry." Jing Rong said.

"Oh …" Jing Bao'er nodded indifferently.