Cold CEO, Hug Me

Song Mingyang immediately cast his gaze back at Jing Rong.

Both of them looked concerned.

"No..." Jing Rong said.

Ever since they had completely broken up last time, the Old Master Jing had not contacted him, and there were no further movements.

Including his two big sisters, as well as Luo Suran, all of them seemed to have disappeared without a trace, not a single trace.

"Where are your two sisters? And Luo Suran … They didn't contact you again? " Song Mingyang asked.

Jing Rong nodded, then lit up a cigarette and took a long drag.

"None of them..." Jing Rong said.

"Is your family's old tutor going to keep fighting with you?" Meng Yaodong asked.

"Whatever, I've already decided to distance myself from him. Whatever he wants to do, it's his own business..." Jing Rong replied indifferently.

Mentioning the Old Master Jing, Jing Rong's heart was set ablaze.

Because when he thought of him, he would think of that innocent child in Jing Bao'er's stomach.

It was all because of him that he lost that precious child.

"To be honest, the Those things your father made previously is really not right. If it were me, it would be hard for me to forgive him." Meng Yaodong said.

Although he had never experienced such a thing, Meng Yaodong could still deeply understand what Jing Rong was thinking.

He shared the pain and wounds in Jing Rong's heart.

"That's not right." Song Mingyang couldn't help but open his mouth as well. After that, he lit up a cigarette and started smoking gracefully.

"Brothers, it's early in the morning, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's happily eat and chat about other things, okay?" Jing Bao'er changed the topic.

Jing Bao'er did not want to recall those painful things again.

In the past few days, Jing Rong had been feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.

If not for the fact that he was so depressed that he couldn't even breathe, how could he possibly have told such a huge secret between Black Hawk Guild and him, to Meng Yaodong and Song Mingyang?

One must know that Jing Rong had always done his secret work well. He had never planned to reveal the existence of the Black Hawk Organisation and his other identity to Meng Yaodong and Song Mingyang.

The reason why Jing Rong acted this way, was because he was extremely stifled in his heart, and did not dare to speak any further with her, in fear that she would be hurt.

"Cheng, let's talk about something else. Let me tell you my real experience …" Meng Yaodong said.

Jing Bao'er looked at Meng Yaodong with interest and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Me, go to deep yesterday.

The blue Western Restaurant saw a few big clients of the company eat their meals. Halfway through eating, I started to pee, then went to the bathroom. As a result, when I arrived at the entrance of the male bathroom, I saw a beauty coming out of the bathroom … "

"And then? You went to flirt with her? " Jing Bao'er asked.

"Go, go, go. Listen to what I have to say. That girl probably came out in a hurry after going to the toilet. Then, she even left her skirt in her stockings …" Meng Yaodong said again.

"And then?" Jing Bao'er asked.

Song Mingyang and Jing Rong, on the other hand, quietly watched Meng Yaodong, waiting for him to continue.

"Then I followed her out of goodwill and helped her pull it down!" Meng Yaodong said.

"Did that woman hit you?"

"She did, and she slapped me directly, and even called me a hooligan! F * ck! I was so angry that I almost vomited blood. I immediately told her, "I'm not some scoundrel, I just saw that her dress was stuffed with silk, so I helped her pull it down with good intentions …" Meng Yaodong said.

"And then?" Jing Bao'er could barely hold back her laughter.

"The woman said … "Why does my dress have anything to do with you? I love this way, damn it. At that time, I really felt like I had tens of thousands of grass in my heart had just run over, so I directly put my skirt back into her stockings and then turned around and walked away …" Meng Yaodong said.

"Pfft …" Hahaha... Brother Dong... Do you have to be so funny, hahaha … " Jing Bao'er could not hold it in any longer.

The scene that Meng Yaodong had described was just too vivid. She could clearly associate it from his description, with that scene back then …

And Jing Rong and Song Mingyang, who were both usually stern, could not help but laugh.

"No …" "What are you all laughing at? Your father is about to die from anger. Just thinking about it makes me angry!" Meng Yaodong said unhappily.

"If I were that girl, I would have hit you too … You say they don't know you

"Without saying a word, you immediately went up to pull her skirt …" Jing Bao'er said.

"God damn, didn't I have to help her out of kindness by seeing her fart all over the place?" Meng Yaodong said.

"Idiot!" Jing Rong said.

"F * ck!" You heartless bunch! " Meng Yaodong cursed.

"You can go up and talk to her about this situation. It's not good to do it yourself..." Jing Bao'er laughed as he continued, "Moreover, the strangest thing is that, afterwards, you actually took my skirt back …"

"F * ck, laozi is too angry. Good intentions never get rewarded!" Meng Yaodong said.

"Haha …" Why didn't I realize that you had such an interesting side to you? " Jing Bao'er asked.

With that, Jing Bao'er burst out laughing again.

"Cough cough …" "Stop laughing, shut up!" Meng Yaodong ordered.

"Just laugh, just laugh, who told you to say that out loud …." Jing Bao'er replied with a smile.

With Meng Yaodong's liveliness, the atmosphere immediately became better.

"Dong Zi, you're quite a talent." Jing Rong said.

"What a talent." Song Mingyang lightly patted Meng Yaodong's shoulder, and said again.

"F * ck, I'm going to ignore all of you …" Meng Yaodong gave each of them a Great albopictus, then lit a cigarette and started smoking gloomily.

… ….

After finishing breakfast, Jing Bao'er followed Jing Rong with a happy mood and returned to the villa.

Once he entered the living room, Jing Bao'er immediately threw Jing Rong's entire person down onto the sofa.

From the top to the bottom of the stage, there was no limit to the warmth of the room.

"What?" the man asked.

"Nothing, I just want to thank you. Thank you, open the KFC for me. Thank you, help me set up a special room …" Jing Bao'er said.

"I should do anything for you. You don't need to thank me."

"But I want to."

"Oh …"

"Fourth uncle …" Jing Bao'er called out to him in a gentle voice, her voice soft and gentle to the point that it seeped into his bones.

"What's wrong?"

"We haven't had anything for a long time. It's done, it's done. Here you are, thinking, no?"

As Jing Bao'er said that, she extended her small hands towards the place where he had rebelled.

"Just like that, it was pushed down, and there was a backlash. Yes, it looks like you really want it …"

Jing Bao'er said, and then took the initiative to seal the man's lips.