Cold President, Hug Me

24 - Actually, I'm not small at all

"I am curious now, who was the murderer trying to kill that day? The can of cold tea had been personally placed in front of the mint, so why did he say it was accidental? Just who was he trying to give to at that time with his poisoned cold tea? " Jing Bao'er said.

"It must be the people at your table. Forget it, it has nothing to do with you. Don't worry about burning your brains." Jing Rong's interest had obviously waned.

"That's true..." Jing Bao'er shook her head helplessly.

"What do you want to eat?" Jing Rong asked.

"Eat you …" Jing Bao'er said naturally.

"..."

Jing Rong was silent for a second, then said: "Jing Bao'er, you are always f * cking honest, can you be more serious?"

"I can't, if I'm serious, then I'm still Jing Bao'er, tsk ~ ~ Besides, if I'm serious, how am I supposed to pick you up?" As Jing Bao'er said that, he took out a piece of bubble gum from her bag, tore it open and directly threw it into her mouth.

As she ate her bubble gum, she spat out bubbles and enjoyed herself.

This kind of scene, made Jing Rong feel extremely helpless.

In the end, he was still a child.

"Is your leg better?" Watch out for yourself these days, don't bounce around, and be careful not to split the wound. " he asked, glancing at her scabbed knees.

Jing Bao'er nodded, "This small injury is fine, it's far away from the heart. In Ling Bo County alone, what have I not endured? Even my arm was broken, let alone such a small amount of superficial wounds. "

She had never suffered any injuries since she was young. She had suffered worse injuries than this.

Therefore, she didn't care about this small injury at all.

At the moment, although she was talking about calmness and love, Jing Rong did not feel that it was pleasant listening to her.

She even broke her arm?

"You broke an arm?"

"That's right, I was thirteen when I was bullied by my uncle's two female cousins. After that, I beat them up by myself, only to be pushed down by them when my mother wasn't paying attention. It's a good thing that uncle's on the first floor, otherwise my body would have definitely been smashed into smithereens. "Those two idiots are really vicious!" Jing Bao'er said.

Jing Bao'er's words were like an invisible blade, and instantly, it pierced into Jing Rong's heart.

He had never known that she had encountered such a situation.

At that time, she was still a child, and she was also alone.

"But later, when I was 15 or 16 years old, the two of them couldn't defeat me. I could defeat both of them by myself." Jing Bao'er said again.

Jing Rong became silent, and it was as if his eyes were filled with ice.

"Where to eat?" he asked after a long while.

"Wherever you want to go, take me there." Jing Bao'er said casually.

"..."

Jing Rong did not reply, and only drove the car steadily.

After driving for a long distance, the car finally stopped in front of a restaurant on the second floor called "Leisurely Residence" in the suburbs.

"How did you find such an ancient place like this?" It's like a restaurant from ancient times. "

"Song Mingyang brought me here once."

He got out of the car.

Jing Bao'er also quickly got out of the car, and followed behind him.

"Aiyo, Fourth Uncle, slow down."

Jing Bao'er jogged along the way and followed Jing Rong's footsteps.

She didn't notice the threshold beneath her feet. She staggered and then fell forward.

Fortunately, Jing Rong was quick enough to catch her in one move.

The situation had been too urgent. Plus, he had acted too fast, so he had not thought about it at all.

When he held her, he realized that his hand was unerringly placed on her chest!

The softness of his hands made him momentarily at a loss as to what to do.

He only subconsciously pulled her back, and quickly retracted his hand …

Jing Bao'er took a deep breath, raised her face, looked at Jing Rong, and asked with a smile: "Fourth Uncle, just now, did you touch my chest?"

"That's because the situation is special..." After Jing Rong finished speaking, he coughed lightly and directly walked into the courtyard.

Jing Bao'er stuck out her tongue at his cold and straight back, then quickly followed suit.

When the two of them entered the classical hall, the Lady Boss walked over with a smile, looked at Jing Rong and, and said with a smile, "Rong Sishao, you came. Coincidentally, there is a room upstairs, please follow me."

She was a middle-aged woman in her forties. Her appearance was average, but her temperament was outstanding.

With that, the Lady Boss smiled at Jing Bao'er and then brought Jing Rong and Jing Bao'er upstairs.

Stepping onto the ancient wooden stairs, Jing Bao'er and Jing Rong were led by the Lady Boss into the classical private room on the second floor.

On the carved windowsill, the classical gold-plated incense burner was filled with smoke and faint fragrance, causing one to feel relaxed and happy.

"Rong Sishao, little beauty, please sit." The Lady Boss smiled and pulled out the chairs for Jing Rong and Jing Bao'er respectively, and greeted them.

Jing Bao'er looked around before sitting in front of the round table opposite of Jing Rong.

After the two of them ordered, the Lady Boss took the menu and left.

After the door closed, only Jing Bao'er and Jing Rong remained in the space.

"Fourth uncle, I found something..." Jing Bao'er held his face with both hands, with his elbows on the table, he looked at Jing Rong and winked at him with his left eye, laughing wickedly.

"Hmm?" Jing Rong took out his phone from his pocket, raised his head and looked at Jing Bao'er, his face full of questions.

"My chest... You can't hold one of your hands. "

Jing Bao'er's words once again caused Jing Rong's brain to explode.

When he thought of the soft and rich touch from his palm, a warm current flowed through his lower abdomen.

He slightly frowned as his sharp and clear face instantly darkened. He berated in a low voice, "Jing Bao'er, behave properly for me!"

"Hey hey, Fourth Uncle, tell me, how did I become so dishonest?" Jing Bao'er was shameless and asked despite knowing the answer.

Jing Rong looked at her coldly, but he did not reply her. Instead, he quietly lowered his head, unlocked his phone and started to browse through the financial news.

"Don't keep saying that I'm a child from now on. Actually, I'm not small at all. You know that."

Her words finally caused his sword-like eyebrows to frown slightly.

"Jing Bao'er, you better count for me. You are a girl, don't be shameless all the time." He raised her head, looked at Jing Bao'er, and scolded him in a low voice.

"I was just joking with you. Do you need to go that far? With such a huge reaction, it's no fun at all. Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Watch your news. It's boring!" Seeing that Jing Rong's expression was not good, Jing Bao'er immediately made a grimace, lowered his head and started fiddling with his phone.

… ….

That night, after returning home, Jing Bao'er and Jing Rong went to their respective rooms to wash and sleep.

This autumn, there seemed to be a lot of thunderstorms.

In the middle of the night, thunder and lightning suddenly erupted outside, followed by a torrential downpour.

The soundly asleep Jing Bao'er was quickly awakened by the deafening thunder.

He opened his eyes and a feeling of fear engulfed him.

Taking a deep breath, she carried her pillow and quickly walked to the door of Jing Rong's room.

Holding the handle, she quickly opened the door.

The door was unlocked, and she easily pushed it open.