Cold CEO, Hug Me

Jing Bao'er put down the Phoenix Claw in her hand, smiled at him like a fox, and blinked her clear big eyes, "Because, you are a male god that I have always loved to do since I was young."

"Jing Bao'er!"

"Here!" Jing Bao'er imitated him and became serious.

"I, am, you, fourth, uncle!"

"Oh!"

"Du, du, du ~ ~"

The phone vibrated, interrupting their conversation.

Jing Rong looked deeply at Jing Bao'er, then took out his phone. Seeing that it was a phone call from a brotherly Song Mingyang who had grown up, he immediately picked it up, "Hello."

"Our group is at the magic finger fairyland bar, are you coming?" On the other side of the phone, Su Sheng's voice blended in with the noisy music coming from the bar.

"Let's play for a while." Let's play.

After hanging up, Jing Rong looked at Jing Bao'er and said, "Quickly eat, I'll send you home after eating."

Jing Bao'er unhappily frowned, "I - why do I have to go home, isn't there someone who wants to play with you? "Take me with you."

"I'm going to the bar. You're a high school student, what are you going to do?"

"So what if you're a high school student? As a high school student, I am familiar with the night scene and don't want it, okay?" In any case, I've also been on various night stands and sold Tao-sets, cigarettes, lighters and so on. " Jing Bao'er said as she flipped through the albopictus.

"Jing Bao'er, I said, I'll send you home in a while."

"Jing Rong, I said, I'll let you bring me to the bar to play later. Are you that afraid of being with me? Are you afraid that you will fall in love with me? After all, you've had a real biological reaction to me. "

Jing Rong did not say a word, and only looked at Jing Bao'er coldly. That gaze was incomparably dangerous.

"If that's not the case, then bring me along to play, okay? ~ My good Fourth Uncle ~ ~" She used both hands to cover her face as she said coquettishly.

"..."

… ….

Half an hour later, when Jing Rong brought Jing Bao'er into the bar's VIP private room, everyone was stunned.

The little girl beside Jing Rong was just too good-looking. It would not be wrong to say that he was as tender as Fleeting Time.

"Hey, Rong Sishao, where did you find such a pure beauty?" A handsome young master asked.

"Bao'er, my Nephew

" Jing Rong replied indifferently, after that, he pulled Jing Bao'er and went to a corner and sat down beside Song Mingyang who was smoking and drinking.

"Do you still remember me? Little girl, I am Song Mingyang. " In comparison to the room that was filled with people who acted so arrogantly and casually, Song Mingyang looked like a gentleman who held himself back. He seemed to be playing with them, but at the same time seemed to be maintaining a layer of separation that could not be penetrated.

Everyone was hugging a beauty, except for him. He was all alone, looking elegant and proud.

How could Jing Bao'er not remember him? She was the rich young master of the Sung's International Real Estate Company, was of the same age as Jing Rong, and had grown up together with him since childhood. She also remembered the past.

When they were young, Song Mingyang and Meng Yaodong took good care of her, and often gave her some candy. He even took her to a few delicious restaurants.

"Brother Song." Jing Bao'er smiled, "How can I not remember you? You were nice to me when I was a kid. I'm not the ungrateful sort. "

"Oh, you still remember the old days? 'Little girl, it must have been seven years since I last saw you, right? ' I thought you had forgotten about your brother. " A warm smile spread out from the corners of his eyes.

Sitting together with Jing Rong, one of them was an ice-cold man while the other one was an elegant gentleman.

"How is that possible?" Jing Bao'er smiled slightly.

"Little beauty, how about I take you out for some fun another day? "I'll take you on a rampage …" A certain rich young master present had not even finished speaking when he was shocked by Jing Rong's gaze and the word "carriage" was forcefully swallowed back down his throat.

Jing Rong did not say much and slowly poured himself a cup of wine.

Noticing Jing Rong's previous actions, the corner of Jing Bao'er's mouth slightly rose, but he did not say anything.

… ….

When Jing Bao'er and Jing Rong walked out of the bar, it was already deep in the night, but the entire city was still bustling with activity, not much different from being deserted in the daytime.

After taking in a deep breath of the night's cool air, Jing Bao'er turned around and tiptoed. She wrapped her arms around Jing Rong's neck and put her lips next to his ear — —

"You seemed very unhappy when people said they wanted to take me out to play?"

"Let go! In public places, it's no big deal to cuddle with me, what does it look like? " he whispered.

As she got closer to him, she could smell the faint scent of Fan Sizhe's peppermint perfume on his body. It made her feel extremely comfortable.

"Fourth Uncle, you haven't answered me yet." she asked, still in her original position.

"It's just that I don't want you to create some strange scandal and affect the Jing Clan's reputation." As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed her away coldly and unlocked the black card in the parking space not far away.

After getting on the car, Jing Bao'er walked closer to him once again, both of her hands were tightly wrapped around his neck, "So that's how it is, I thought you were jealous of her actions."

"Jing Bao'er, I'll say it again, I'm your fourth uncle."

"Tsk, what's wrong with Fourth Uncle? Nephew only hooked onto Uncle's neck, I didn't kiss you, I didn't touch you, and I didn't hook onto you. This can't be considered as going off the mark, right?"

"Do you know what you are doing?!" He pushed her away again, coldly, half down the window, lit a cigarette, and took a long drag.

A thin layer of white smoke lingered over his head like a dream.

"I know, I'm teasing a male god."

"I'm not interested in toddlers."

"I'm not interested. Why were you so tough last night?" "That hardness, tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Jing Bao'er went straight to the point and gobbled him up.

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl's sweet lips completely covered his slightly cold lips.

Closing her eyes, she wanted to continue to deepen the kiss, but he clenched his teeth, preventing her from intruding.

Such a simple kiss, such a clean breath, yet it made his brain explode once again.

He pushed her away. "If you keep doing this, I'll throw you out. Sit down."

Jing Bao'er fastened her seat belt and laughed complacently. Her white fingertips seemed to caress the lips that had just kissed him unintentionally.

Jing Rong frowned, he started the car and stepped on the gas pedal.

In an instant, the black card was like a runaway horse as it whizzed out, blending into the night like the wind.

As the lights and shadows intertwined, he casually held the steering wheel with one hand while his other hand naturally curved to his perfect chin. He was extremely handsome …

"Fourth uncle?"

"..."

"You're so handsome, you're just like a fighter jet from a male god."

"..."

He remained silent.

The entire carriage was dark and silent.

"Will you send me to school tomorrow morning?"

"I'm not free."

"Where are you staying tonight?" Jing Bao'er asked again.