Cold CEO, Hug Me

"Fourth Uncle, thank you. Thank you for not hesitating and jumping into the pit to save me. If it weren't for you, I would be the one bitten by the snake. Thank you for blocking the danger for me." she said.

Seeing her sincere smile, Jing Rong was stunned for a moment.

After saying what he wanted to say, Jing Bao'er closed the door and quickly left.

Looking at the tightly shut door, there was an indescribable feeling in the bottom of Jing Rong's heart.

Thinking of the scene in the cave just now, thinking of how close and intimate the two of them had been, he felt his blood boiling.

Chaos! Dull! Disgusting!

… ….

Walking out of the treatment room, Jing Bao'er hummed a small tune on the way back to Jing Rong's dorm.

He entered the house to take a bath, and then changed into Jing Rong's white clothes. Then, Jing Bao'er laid on his bed.

This entire morning, he had been tiring her to the core.

She needed a good night's rest.

She covered his bed with his blanket, and his scent filled her nose, making her feel especially at ease and comfortable.

Awesome!

With her eyes closed, she quickly fell asleep.

… ….

After Jing Rong took out the bottle, when he returned to the dorm, he found Jing Bao'er sleeping soundly.

On a sunny afternoon, the neither warm nor dry rays of light shone on the girl's face and made her appear exceptionally alluring.

Her sleeping posture was a little awkward. Jing Rong realised that when she slept, she liked to place the blanket between her legs.

At this moment, she was sleeping with the blanket under her arm because she was only wearing a white shirt. At this moment, her two long legs were unreservedly presented before his eyes.

She was like a delicious dessert, causing the man to breathe out blood.

Jing Rong frowned, he walked to her side quickly and pulled up the blanket, covering her body, and turned around. He walked to the front of the desk, and quietly read the military magazine.

Not long after Jing Rong sat down, Jing Bao'er woke up.

The feeling of sleeping till he woke up naturally was not to be overjoyed.

After stretching herself, she slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing Jing Rong sitting in front of the desk, she stood up shakily, walked to Jing Rong's side and tidied up his messy hair, and asked: "Fourth Uncle, did you finish taking out the hanging bottles?"

Jing Rong came back to reality and looked at her.

Having just woken up, she didn't seem particularly spirited. Her snow-white shirt had been torn by the blanket, and there were a few wrinkles on it.

The girl in front of him was a typical girl with fair skin, beautiful features, and long legs.

"Yes." He replied indifferently and quickly turned his gaze back to the magazine.

"Have you eaten?" Jing Bao'er asked.

"No, no appetite." he said.

"Then I'll go get some food. We'll eat together when we get back." Jing Bao'er said as he entered the bathroom and changed into a clean set of clothes.

"Let's go eat together." As he spoke, he got up and walked out.

Jing Bao'er followed closely behind, and took his arm, "Your leg, is it convenient to move?"

"Yes." As he spoke, he naturally pushed her hand away.

Jing Bao'er continued to follow closely by his side, and said, "I had originally wanted to say, you can now be considered a patient, I'll serve you well."

"It's just a small wound, what's the point?" he said.

Once, he brought members of his own organization to the border, to capture the leader of the Terrorist organizations, to fight against the big drug organizations, human trafficking organizations, and others. He brought them through the lines of fire, and also fought against the rain of bullets.

He did not care about the small injury he had received today.

Because, with his current identity, even if he were to suffer even more severe injuries, it was a common occurrence.

"You've been bitten by a poisonous snake and this is considered a minor injury. How can this be considered a serious injury?" Jing Bao'er asked.

"Bullets, broken arms, broken legs." he said.

Even though he said those words calmly, Jing Bao'er felt his blood run cold.

"Did you really break an arm or a leg?" Jing Bao'er asked.

"Broke my leg once."

"When?" Jing Bao'er was shocked.

"Last year, at the border, I fought a big trafficking organization and got my leg blown off by their cannonball." Jing Rong said.

Hearing his words, Jing Bao'er's heart suddenly twitched.

"It must be very painful, right?"

"Not bad."

"Your second job is so dangerous. Have you ever thought about not doing it?" Jing Bao'er asked.

"No, I like this second job of mine. At the very least, I am able to contribute to this country, especially to the destruction of those trafficking organizations and drug organizations. This is my favorite job." he said.

After hearing what Jing Rong had said, Jing Bao'er's admiration for him deepened.

The two of them spoke as they arrived at the base's cafeteria.

It was not yet dinner time, and there was no one in the cafeteria.

Jing Rong brought Jing Bao'er in and sat down. Then, he shouted towards the window, "Someone come in."

Very quickly, a chef walked out from inside. Seeing Jing Rong, he immediately asked with a smile, "Fourth Young Master, are you here to eat? "If you want anything to eat, I'll make it for you."

Jing Rong turned and looked at Jing Bao'er as he asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever." Jing Bao'er said.

Hearing that, Jing Rong looked at the chef and said, "Give me two bowls of beef noodle."

"Alright!" After the chef received the order, he went back and prepared the beef noodle for Jing Rong.

Looking at Jing Rong's handsome and angry face, Jing Bao'er cupped his face with both hands and said, "Fourth Uncle, are there a lot of large organizations in our country that traffic in human beings?"

"Of course. Not only do they traffic in human beings, but they also sell human organs." Jing Rong said.

"So bad!" Jing Bao'er exclaimed.

"Yes, there was once a three year old boy who had his cornea cut by a trafficking organization."

Jing Bao'er was absolutely horrified.

Suddenly, he felt that this man from before was really, really great.

Very quickly, the chef brought two bowls of piping hot beef noodle over.

Seeing the fragrant beef noodle in front of him, Jing Bao'er's appetite became bigger in an instant.

… ….

After eating, Jing Bao'er and Jing Rong returned to the dorm.

After entering, Jing Bao'er laid on her bed and read some internet novels, while Jing Rong sat at his desk and read a book.

"Fourth uncle, when are we going back to the capital?" Jing Bao'er asked as she laid on the bed with her legs crossed.

Hearing that, Jing Rong turned around, looked at her and asked, "You want to go back?"

"I don't want to, I want to stay on this island with you for the rest of my life! "We will commit all sorts of crimes!" Jing Bao'er said.

"Let's go back tomorrow morning."

"Huh? Can't you stay for two more days? "

"No." His attitude was firm.

Jing Bao'er did not speak anymore, and only sighed in dissatisfaction.