Cold CEO, Hug Me

Can we not wear it?

Jing Bao'er's face was slightly red as she looked at him. She blinked her bright eyes and hooked her arms around his neck, "I didn't kill or set fire to anyone.

"You damned girl!" He gritted his teeth as he spoke. The moment he finished speaking, he rubbed her soft hands and increased his strength.

The temperature of his body was fiery hot, and the temperature of the door was ice-cold. As the temperature alternated, her expression was bewitching.

She continued to laugh mischievously as she tiptoed and lightly bit at his sharp lips. Following that, the tip of her tongue automatically slipped into his mouth …

The small hand naturally slid down to the private part of his body where his head had already been lifted. It rubbed lightly over and over again through the cloth.

The moment the lips and teeth intertwined, the room's temperature rose to the peak.

"Dong, dong, dong ~ ~ ~"

There was a knock on the door, and a room was torn open.

The two people who were kissing each other trembled!

Jing Rong frowned, and asked impatiently, "Who is it?"

"Little Uncle, Grandfather told you to quickly change your clothes. The President will be here soon …" Duan Qianrong's voice came through the door — —

"Got it..." Jing Rong replied coldly as he held onto Jing Bao'er's slightly red small face and panted heavily.

"Fourth uncle, hehe, Duan Qianrong told you to hurry up and change clothes." Jing Bao'er said, then attempted to push him away, walking out.

However, Jing Rong tyrannically pushed her against the door once again, locking the door in his hands while panting next to her ear, "You ignited the fire on your own accord, if you don't extinguish it for me, why are you running?!"

"But even the president is coming …" Jing Bao'er said.

"I will end the battle quickly..."

Just as he finished speaking, that fiery kiss came back.

She moaned softly as she supported his kiss while pulling him to the side of the bed and fell down together with her …

Due to the simultaneous descent of his two bodies, the snow-white bed was deeply caved in …

After kissing her to his heart's content, he skillfully pulled down her pants along with her panties to her ankles …

After that, he couldn't wait to be one with her …

Jing Bao'er called out softly. Looking at the man who was attacking him from the side, his eyes gradually became blurry.

Waves and waves of emotions made her mind go blank.

After invading her for a while, he quickly took out a condom from under the mattress.

Seeing that, Jing Bao'er immediately snatched her away, looked at Jing Rong and grumbled, "Can we not bring this thing along once in awhile? I don't like it, I like being on intimate terms with you! "I didn't expect us to be separated by this layer …"

"You don't like it, and I don't like it!"

After he finished speaking, he tyrannically took the ring from her hand, put it on, and once again merged with her.

Seeing that, Jing Bao'er aimed at his chest and fiercely bit down.

Then, discontentedly, "If you don't like it, you wear it every day! Just once, can't we wear it? "

"No, Bao`er, I don't want to hurt you, good …" As soon as he finished speaking, he began to plunder.

"Fourth uncle, do you love me?"

"Nonsense!"

… ….

After a round of intense entanglement, Jing Bao'er snuck back into her room from the balcony like a thief.

After tidying up his appearance, Jing Bao'er went downstairs.

Downstairs, in the living room, there was not a single person. Jing Bao'er knew that everyone must have gone to the door to welcome the President …

Rubbing his sore waist, Jing Bao'er hopped all the way to the Jing Clan's gate … …

Outside the gate, the number of bodyguards had doubled compared to usual.

Old Master Jing, Song Limei, Duan Qianrong, and Leng Youran all looked serious as they stood at the door, waiting for the president's arrival.

In early November, it was a little cold, and wearing a large sweater was no longer able to resist the cold.

Jing Bao'er shivered and walked over to Song Limei's side.

"Bao`er, where is your fourth uncle?" Song Limei asked.

Jing Bao'er shook her head leisurely, "I don't know, I didn't see it. That's right, why hasn't my Fourth Uncle come out yet, it's so strange … …"

"You Ran, hurry up! This is truly outrageous! " Jing Aotian ordered coldly.

"Oh, okay." Leng Youran nodded, just as sshe was about to enter, he saw Jing Rong walking towards the door.

"Grandfather, Little Uncle is here …" Leng Youran said.

After Jing Bao'er heard this, she immediately turned and looked at Jing Rong.

Amidst the cold wind, he was wearing a white shirt and a black suit as he slowly walked towards the crowd.

His reserved, serious face was in stark contrast to when he had first been in bed.

Walking in front of everyone, Jing Rong's gaze swept past Jing Bao'er indifferently, and stood beside Jing Bao'er. Looking at Jing Aotian, he explained, "The wound on my arm just now was a little torn, so I took care of it in the room."

Hearing his lies, and seeing him tell them in all seriousness, Jing Bao'er laughed secretly in his heart.

The two of them, weren't they just calling them secretly?!

"Are you all right now?" Jing Aotian asked.

Jing Rong shook his head, "It's nothing."

Jing Bao'er, who was standing beside him, smiled when she saw his impenetrable expression.

Acting!

Damn, he really knows how to act!

Very soon, the President's luxury car convoy appeared in front of everyone.

There were a total of eight cars, all black Audi.

Everyone's expression became more serious than usual.

After the luxury car convoy came to a steady halt, a large group of bodyguards walked out of the car in front and stood orderly at both sides of the Jing Clan's gate, forming a row as they respectfully nodded their heads.

After the bodyguards stood up, President Luo Yaohua seemed to be the first to get off the car. He respectfully nodded and opened the door.

Then, Luo Yaohua's figure appeared in everyone's line of sight.

He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and black tie.

After Luo Yaohua got off the car, another beauty walked out.

She was wearing a white dress, a blue sweater over a white one, a white Chanel bag on her back, and a pair of thin white heels.

Jing Bao'er recognized her. She was President Luo Yaohua's daughter, Luo Erchen's sister, Luo Suran, the first princess of Z Nation. She was a famous painter at her age.

Under the gazes of the crowd, Luo Suran walked to Luo Yaohua's side with a smile, held his hand, and walked with him to the front of the crowd.

"Mr. President... "Welcome to my humble home." As Jing Aotian said that, he extended his hand out towards Luo Yaohua.

Luo Yaohua smiled as he shook hands with him.

Soon after, Luo Yaohua looked towards Jing Rong, politely shaking hands with him.

"Of course. You look more and more beautiful this year …" "It seems like the feng shui of F Nation is really nurturing people." Jing Aotian said as he looked at Luo Suran.