Cold CEO, Hug Me

"Yes, good girl …" Jing Rong said again.

, on the other hand, had a face full of anticipation as he looked at Jing Bao'er, waiting for her to drink the chicken soup that he had stewed with his own hands.

Jing Bao'er did not say anything, she only picked up the bowl of chicken soup and gulped down the contents.

Seeing this scene, a satisfied smile gradually appeared on Song Limei's face.

Jing Bao'er, this girl, was just like that. She had a sharp mouth, a rotten heart, and a mouth that said, "I don't like it, I don't want it", but she would still stew the chicken soup and drink it whole.

After the stuffiness was over, there were only a few pieces of chicken left in the bowl. She did not eat them, but instead put the bowl down instead.

"Bao`er, you ate the meat too, right?" Song Limei said.

"I really can't eat." Jing Bao'er said.

Seeing that Jing Bao'er really did not want to eat it, Song Limei did not force him.

Jing Rong did not force him.

"Ms. Song, didn't you say you want to talk to my Fourth Uncle about something? Hurry up and speak. Once you're done speaking, hurry up and leave... "

Hearing that, Song Limei looked at Jing Rong, and said, "Fourth brother, I have already fully recovered. When are you going to let Yaodong take me to the Stars Pet Chain Supermarket?"

"Afternoon? Dong Zi should be busy this morning, do you think it's okay?" Jing Rong asked.

Song Limei nodded.

"After you go, if you feel that there's no problem, then I'll get Dong Ziming to start arranging the manager's training for you." Jing Rong said.

"There shouldn't be any problems..." Song Limei said.

Jing Rong only smiled, and did not say much.

"Then busy yourselves. I'll be leaving first..." Song Limei said as he slowly stood up and looked at Jing Bao'er and Jing Rong.

Jing Bao'er did not say anything, but quietly watched the entertainment news inside the mobile news app.

Jing Rong stood up and said, "I'll send you off, sister-in-law …"

Song Limei nodded.

After going into the kitchen to retrieve the thermos s, Song Limei and Jing Rong then went out together.

The moment he stepped out of the door, Song Limei stopped in his tracks, looked towards the door, and said: "Fourth brother, you must take good care of that girl."

"I know, don't worry, sister-in-law …"

"Alright, I'll be leaving first then …" Song Limei said again.

With that, she unlocked the Black Mercedes-Benz S600 Jing Rong gave her via remote control and got into the car.

Jing Rong watched Song Limei leave and returned home.

Jing Rong walked to the front of Jing Bao'er and sat down. Then, he crossed his slender legs and picked up the military newspaper from the tea table and started reading.

Seeing Jing Rong reading the military newspaper, Jing Bao'er couldn't help but think of Black Hawk Island.

Jing Bao'er let out a long sigh, then naturally, she leaned on Jing Rong's shoulder and crossed his legs as she said, "Fourth Uncle, I miss Black Hawk Island so much."

I miss everything on the island.

"Once you've fully recovered, I'll take you there …" Jing Rong said.

Jing Bao'er nodded heavily.

"I miss the air, the scenery, the training, and the handsome big bros on the island …"

"What did you say?" Jing Rong's face immediately darkened.

Handsome little older brothers?

"Cough, cough, cough …" "I said the wrong thing, I said the wrong thing …" Jing Bao'er looked embarrassed, and touched his head.

Blame her! Blame her! He had just lost his composure and said something wrong.

How could she have forgotten that the person beside her was a perfect vat of jealousy?

The jar was filled with ten thousand years of old vinegar!

Hm!

It was exactly that!

Acid!

It was extremely sour!

"Jing Bao'er, is your skin itchy? "Hmm?"

"Heh heh …" "Hehe, I really said the wrong thing, I really said the wrong thing …" Jing Bao'er embarrassedly touched his head again.

"..."

The man did not say anything, but only shook his head helplessly. Then he lowered his head and concentrated on the military magazine in his hand.

"Du, du, du ~ ~"

His phone vibrated as it started ringing.

Hearing the sound, Jing Rong quickly took out his phone from his pants pocket.

The one who called was none other than his father, Old Master Jing Jing Aotian.

Ye Zichen frowned, then directly hung up.

Right now, he didn't want to have any contact with him.

"Why did I die?" Jing Bao'er asked.

"Ignore him..."

"Oh …"

Jing Bao'er did not say much and only nodded, then landed in the danger zone to survive.

"I want to eat chicken, do you want to come?" Jing Bao'er asked.

"I won't..."

"Oh …"

Jing Bao'er did not say anything and started to concentrate on playing her own game.

After the two rounds ended, the Door ringtone began to ring.

"Ding dong..." "Ding dong..."

"Ding dong..." "Ding dong..."

"Who is it …" Jing Bao'er asked.

Looking at the "Great Benefit" on the iPad screen, Jing Bao'er directly got up and prepared to open the door …

"I'll open it, you go upstairs …" Jing Rong said.

He knew who the person at the door was …

It must be the Old Master Jing.

He didn't want Jing Bao'er to come into direct contact with him.

He was afraid that when Jing Bao'er saw him, she would remember those unhappy things again.

Originally, Jing Bao'er did not think too much into it, but after seeing Jing Rong's reaction, Jing Bao'er also thought that the person outside the door, should be Jing Aotian.

He was the only one who would come here at this hour.

After all, he had called Jing Rong earlier.

Jing Bao'er did not say much, only silently nodded, and then, she went upstairs.

She did not want to see Jing Aotian right now either.

He really didn't want to —

After watching Jing Bao'er go up the stairs, Jing Rong then walked to the door and opened it.

Standing outside the door, it was indeed the Old Master Jing.

After not seeing him for a while, he had become thinner, more haggard, and his eyes were filled with an unconcealable exhaustion.

Looking at his appearance, Jing Rong knew that he had been severely tortured by the matters of the Jing's.

As a vigorous and energetic young man, sometimes he would feel tired facing Jing's with so many things. Furthermore, he was an old man who had not been in contact with the affairs of the company for a long time.

"Fourth Bro, let's talk …"

The old man's voice was a bit hoarse.

"What else do we have to talk about?" Jing Rong asked coldly, he turned and directly went into the living room and sat on the sofa.

The old man could only let out a long sigh. He stood in place for a while, then put on his slippers before following Jing Rong's footsteps. He entered the living room, walked to Jing Rong's side and sat down.

The lordmaster didn't speak directly, but took his time to take out a cigarette from his pocket, light it, and start smoking.

"..."

Jing Rong also did not say anything, he just quietly looked at the military magazine in his hand.

Right now, he didn't even want to say a single word to him.

"Fourth Bro … "The main reason why I'm here today is to apologize to you …" After Old Master Jing finished speaking, he took another deep breath of the smoke, and then exhaled it out.

Hearing his words, Jing Rong frowned slightly, then turned her head to look at him and coldly replied, "Apologize? What do you have to apologize for? "Didn't you always think that what you did was the right thing to do?!"