Cold President, Hug Me

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When the car drove into the courtyard, Jing Rong got off the car first.

Following that, Jing Bao'er also quickly got off the carriage.

Her feet wobbled and she stumbled before falling to the ground.

She was wearing a school dress and her legs were bare. At this moment, both of her knees were scraped.

Seeing that, he took a big stride and quickly squatted down, carefully helping her up: "Jing Bao'er, are you still a child? If you can't even walk properly, what else can you do? "

"Ah... Being scolded, I'm in so much pain, fourth uncle, hug me, I can't walk anymore. "

She took advantage of the fire.

He frowned helplessly, but didn't say anything. He bent down and carried her to the door.

After opening the door, he carried her all the way to his bedroom.

Putting her on the bed, he turned around and took out a first aid kit from the inside of the bedside table and quickly opened it.

After getting the iodine and the cotton swabs, he half-knelt by the bed and began to treat her wounds carefully.

Although the fall wasn't particularly heavy, her skin was still too tender, and fresh blood kept seeping out from the torn part of her body.

"Hiss —"

When the iodine touched her skin, she couldn't help but frown and softly cry out in pain.

"Endure it." he ordered coldly, carefully and seriously detoxifying her wounds.

Seeing his serious look, Jing Bao'er's mind was stirred once again.

Jing Rong, you monster!

"Jing Bao'er, why are you still as stupid as you were when you were young?"

His words could not help but remind her of her childhood.

She still remembered when she was young, she always liked to fart and fart as she ran behind Jing Rong, pestering him to take her out to play as well with the "Fourth Uncle and Fourth Uncle".

Every time she fell, he would always be like this, applying medicine for her while scolding her, "Jing Bao'er, why are you so stupid? You only have to run a few steps and you can fall."

Thinking about those warm and bright scenes from before, Jing Bao'er's eyes couldn't help but moisturize.

In the past, in order to avoid her, he always liked to go to the Jing Clan's backyard and read books by himself. Every time she did, she would coincidentally find him.

Actually, now that he had grown up and thought about it, he didn't really want her to be unable to find him, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have hidden in the same place every time.

From childhood to adulthood, Jing Rong was really the only warmth that illuminated her life.

To her, he was like a ray of light in a world of cold despair.

After applying the medicine, Jing Rong kept the medicine box s, took off his suit and threw it on the bed, then said, "Alright, go back to finish your homework. I need to work."

Jing Bao'er ignored his words and hugged her tightly.

The two of them, holding each other like this, just happened to be able to touch his private parts.

This kind of action instantly made him feel a warm current flowing through his lower abdomen.

"Fourth uncle, don't move, I want to hug you …"

"Stop messing around. Go back and do your homework."

He coldly pushed her away, turned around, and sat down in front of the computer.

Jing Bao'er took a deep breath, stood up and walked out.

No matter what, she was in a really good mood tonight.

Her male god Jing Rong, her only ray of sunshine Jing Rong, kissed her for the first time.

She really regretted it. At that time, she really should have taken a photo with her phone as a souvenir.

Lying on the bed, Jing Bao'er was so excited that she couldn't fall asleep no matter what. Even the pain on her knees made her feel blissful.

Her young girl's heart was about to explode again when she thought of that scene!

Jing Bao'er's face flushed red again as she covered her face and crawled into the blanket.

… ….

In the morning, Jing Bao'er woke up early. After washing up, she put on her clothes and went downstairs with her backpack.

In the kitchen downstairs, Jing Rong was standing in front of the stove, frying eggs.

At this moment, he was wearing black clothes and pants, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up at random, the first three buttons on his collar were open, and his well-built chest muscles were faintly discernible.

Jing Bao'er blew a long whistle, walked to Jing Rong's side and joked, "Fourth Uncle, if I were to know that the dignified Rong Sishao would actually cook himself, would I not believe you?"

"What's there to not believe?" Jing Rong said.

The way he cooked was truly too stylish. The movements of his spoon in his spoon simply couldn't be too cool.

She couldn't help but take out her cell phone and look at him with a "kacha …" The photo was taken.

Seeing the one and only face that was favored by God, Jing Bao'er's heart exploded once again.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." So handsome. "

"Take them out for dinner."

Jing Rong turned a deaf ear, placed two servings of Sweet Heart Lotus Eggs into Jing Bao'er's hands, and ordered.

He walked out of the kitchen.

Looking at the barely fried eggs on the plate, Jing Bao'er followed his footsteps in satisfaction and entered the dining room.

There were two cups of hot milk, sliced bread and jam on the dining table.

After placing down the two plates of eggs, Jing Bao'er sat down.

"Fourth Uncle, can you pick me up from school tonight?"

"Alright."

He agreed without any hesitation. His eyes were focused on the financial newspaper on his right hand.

"Reading the newspaper so early in the morning, how boring. How nice is it to talk to me at breakfast? " Jing Bao'er grumbled as she ate.

"I can't stop your mouth even if I ate. I have nothing to talk about with a little kid like you."

"How do you know I'm a child? I'm not small anywhere. " Jing Bao'er teased with a smirk on his face.

"We have a lot to talk about, let's talk about the wind, the flowers, the moon, and the beautiful life." she said again.

"Eat your food." he ordered.

She stopped talking, bowed her head, and focused on her meal.

The phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Taking out her phone, she found that Gu Yubai had sent her a WeChat.

Opening up the voice message, Gu Yubai's lazy voice came out — —

"Bao'er, are you up yet? "I've already left for school. Do you want me to pick you up?"

Gu Yubai's words made Jing Rong's expression change slightly, and the expression in his eyes became much deeper.

"No need, Lil 'White, my fourth uncle will give it to me."

"Your fourth uncle? "Come to think of it, your fourth uncle's face was as dark as Bao Zheng's last night. He didn't do anything to you when we got home, did he?"

His face was as dark as Bao Zheng.

Puff … - Hearing that, Jing Bao'er could not help but laugh out loud, her gaze, inadvertently glanced at Jing Rong, and continued to send voice messages to him with her phone, "No."

"Your fourth uncle is really sick. Seeing how tightly he's managing you, he's just like a wife."

Gu Yubai's words immediately caused his face to darken.

This Gu Yubai was the one who was sick! His entire family was sick!

"Eat without speaking, sleep without speaking, concentrate on eating. Don't play with your phone. " A certain man warned with a cold expression.

Jing Bao'er rolled her eyes at him, and continued to reply, "I'm eating, I'm not talking to you anymore."

Then she put the phone back in her pocket and ignored it.

"You don't have to interact much with this boy Gu Yubai from now on." he said.