Cold CEO, Hug Me

"Lie down!" It really is the ten rings! Did you see that!? Did you see that!? " In one hand, Jing Bao'er held his gun, and in the other, he pointed it at Ye Ming and the other two with his sharp blade.

At this moment, Jing Bao'er felt that she was going to explode!

Looking at the bullet in the center of his heart, Ye Ming was stunned for a second. After that, he regained his senses, looked at Jing Bao'er and gave a thumbs up, "Miss Jing, awesome, awesome …"

"The Miss Jing has hit the bull's eye?!"

"Miss Jing, you're awesome …"

When the Organization Members heard the noise, they immediately surrounded him and expressed their admiration for the newbie Jing Bao'er's spear skills.

"Heh... That must be powerful. Don't you know who my uncle is! " Jing Bao'er's face was full of smugness, as he looked into Jing Rong's eyes, and flowers started blooming.

"How did you do it?" Compared to the rest, Jing Rong was still the same calm and indifferent person.

"I just followed the steps you taught me last time and combined them with my own feelings, I've done it …" Jing Bao'er then threw the spear into the air and quickly caught it.

"Everyone has dispersed. Go back to your original positions." Jing Rong looked at the surrounding members coldly and ordered.

As soon as Jing Rong finished speaking, the Organization Members quickly scattered and returned to their positions, including Ye Ming.

After everyone had retreated, Jing Bao'er went over to Jing Rong's side and asked smugly, "How was it, just now, were you shocked?"

"It's just a fluke, let's continue..."

"Tch!" Hearing that, Jing Bao'er could not help but flip over to the albopictus, after that, she returned to his original position, quickly adjusted his position, and quickly pulled the trigger.

ten rings...

It was still the ten rings …

Placing the gun on the side, Jing Bao'er crossed her arms in front of her chest and raised her chin, she said proudly, "How is it, this time, was I lucky?"

Jing Rong did not say anything, he just silently walked in front of the target and pulled the target back another five metres …

Right now, the distance between the target and Jing Bao'er was at least 25 metres …

After he adjusted the distance between them, he retreated a few steps and waved at Jing Bao'er.

Very quickly, Jing Bao'er adjusted her posture and pulled the trigger.

ten rings...

and it was even the ten rings …

Jing Rong stood in place and looked at Jing Bao'er with eyes filled with shock.

Her potential was on par with his back then.

He frowned slightly, walked to Jing Bao'er's side and asked with a serious face, "Is this really the second time you're holding a gun? You really didn't secretly practice your spear with your back against me? "

Jing Bao'er flipped through a albopictus, and replied, "Of course, or what?"

"Sure, you have some skill." Jing Rong praised her in the end.

He had never expected that this little girl, who was usually in high spirits, would actually have such talent.

"Of course. It depends on who taught me." Jing Bao'er grinned.

"Continue your practice." Jing Rong said as he took a step back.

Jing Bao'er nodded...

… ….

In the afternoon, when Jing Bao'er and Jing Rong returned to his single room, Jing Bao'er was completely exhausted.

Because he had been holding the gun for several hours, his right hand was almost unable to lift up and blisters had appeared on his thumb and forefinger …

As he sat on the bed, Jing Bao'er started to continuously shake his aching right hand.

How sour!

It hurt!

It felt terrible!

Jing Rong slowly walked over and sat beside her. He pulled her right hand that was covered in blisters.

These blisters were clearly in her hands, but it was as if they had grown into his heart.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"It hurts, I feel so bad, this is so good. It feels worse than breaking a part of my body …"

Hearing her words, Jing Rong's face immediately darkened.

He slightly frowned as he looked at her, coldly warning her, "You little girl, can you even have the slightest bit of a girl? Who taught you that? "

After living for 27 years, he had never seen such a thick-skinned little girl before!

"Does anyone even need to teach me that? It's natural!" Jing Bao'er did not feel ashamed, but felt proud instead.

"You damned girl!" He gritted his teeth and rubbed her wrists with both hands.

"Heh, Fourth Uncle, it feels so good …" It's exactly like this, this method is really too extreme! "

"..."

"My fourth uncle is amazing, he knows how to do everything. It's really hard for me not to love it! "

"..."

Although he did not respond, Jing Bao'er still felt a warm feeling in his heart.

It was great that he was here!

The feeling of being protected by him was truly great!

"Are you feeling any better?"

After a moment, he stopped what he was doing and asked.

Jing Bao'er immediately moved her wrist a little, "En, it's a lot better, it's not that painful anymore. My Fourth Uncle is really strong, mua … …"

After she finished speaking, she placed a wet kiss on his cheek.

Jing Rong did not speak, he only took out a needle from the drawer and sat beside Jing Bao'er.

After using the lighter to burn the needle, he grabbed Jing Bao'er's right hand.

"What?" You want me to break it? " Jing Bao'er asked.

"Yes." He responded in a lukewarm manner.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt very much." he said again.

Jing Bao'er, on the other hand, remained calm and laughed, "I'm not afraid, just do whatever you want …"

These little pains, to her, were nothing, nothing at all.

Jing Rong looked at her for a moment, then lowered his head and seriously pierced blisters on her hands one by one. Then, he carefully squeezed out the puddles of water inside with a tissue.

"It'll be fine tomorrow." he said.

After he finished speaking, he casually threw the needle in his hand to the dustbin at his feet.

"Alright..." She nodded, and her smile was even more radiant than the sunlight outside.

Suddenly, she thought of something. She shifted her gaze and sat on his thigh.

Clutching his neck, she laughed and said, "Heh heh."

"Fourth uncle, the more I look at you, the more I feel that you're handsome. Say, not only are your bed skills top-notch, your spear arts are also top-notch. Not only are your spear arts top-notch, the way you impart them are first-rate as well..."

Seeing that Jing Bao'er had started to put on his hat again, his face instantly filled with black lines.

"What are you trying to do now?"

He could guess at her little mind.

Jing Bao'er continued to laugh, after she finished laughing, she coughed lightly and said, "Fourth uncle, look, isn't my spear arts especially accurate?"

"It's not bad..."

"Then, am I a special talent?"

"It's not bad..."

"Do you think a talented girl like me should be given an exquisite pistol as a gift?" Jing Bao'er smiled as she looked into Jing Rong's eyes, and said shamelessly.

She wanted to talk about it.

Jing Rong raised his eyebrows and answered without thinking, "I don't think so …"

"Reason?"

"You are still a student. Teaching you how to use the spear and letting you touch the gun in the organization is already giving you face."