Cold President, Hug Me

"Drink, good..." Jing Rong and Dao.

On one side, Song Li Mei is looking forward, looking at Jing bao'er, waiting for her to drink her own hand stewed chicken soup.

Jing bao'er didn't speak, but quietly picked up the bowl, Gudong Gudong, the whole bowl of chicken soup, directly a stuffy.

Looking at this picture, Song Li Mei's face gradually emerged a satisfied smile.

Jingbao'er, a girl, is just like this. She has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. She says that she doesn't like it and doesn't want it. However, she still drinks the whole bowl of chicken soup she stews.

After boring, she left a few pieces of chicken in the bowl, but she didn't eat them, so she put the bowl down directly.

"Honey, eat the meat, too." Song Limei said.

"I can't eat it." Jingbaoer road.

Looking at Jingbao, she really didn't want to eat, so song Limei didn't force her.

Jing Rong is not reluctant.

"Ms. song, didn't you say you wanted to talk to my fourth uncle? Let's talk about it. Let's go now... "

When Song Li Mei heard the speech, she looked at Jing Rong and said, "Lao Si, I've completely recovered. When will you let Yaodong take me to the stars for entertainment?"

"In the afternoon, Dongzi should have something to do in the morning. Do you think it's ok?" Jing Rong asked.

Song Limei nodded.

"After going, if you think it's OK, I'll ask Dong ziming'er to start and arrange the training for your agent." Jingrong road.

"It's no problem..." Song Limei said.

Jing Rong just laughed and didn't say much.

"Then you are busy. I'll go first..." Song Li Mei gets up slowly, looks at Jing bao'er and Jing Rong, and says.

Jing bao'er did not speak, just quietly looking at the entertainment news in the mobile news app.

Jing Rong got up and said, "I'll see you off, sister-in-law..."

Song Limei nodded.

To the kitchen with a thermos, Song Li Mei and Jing Rong together, out of the door.

As soon as she went out, song Limei stopped and looked at the door. She said, "old four, you must take good care of that girl."

"I know. Don't worry, sister-in-law..."

"Well, I'll go first..." Song Li Mei said again.

With that, she unlocked the black Mercedes Benz S600 remote control that Jingrong gave her, and then got on the car.

After seeing song Limei off, Jing rongmu returns home.

When he came to jingbao'er, Jingrong sat down, folded his long legs, picked up the military newspaper on the tea table and read it.

Looking at Jing Rong's military newspaper, Jing bao'er can't help thinking of Black Hawk island.

With a long sigh, jingbao'er naturally leaned on Jingrong's shoulder, crossed his legs and said, "fourth uncle, I Miss Black Hawk island so much."

I miss everything on the island

"When you get well, I'll take you to..." Jingrong road.

Jingbao nodded heavily.

"I miss the air, the scenery, all kinds of training on the island, and the handsome boys..."

"What did you say?" Jing Rong turned black.

Handsome little guy?!

"Cough I said the wrong thing. I said the wrong thing... " Jing bao'er felt her head in embarrassment.

Blame her! Blame her! I just lost my sense of propriety and said the wrong thing.

How could she forget that the one beside her was a vinegar jar.

The jar is full of ten thousand years old vinegar!

Yeah!

It's a million year old vinegar!

Acid!

Special acid!

"Jingbao, it's itchy, isn't it? Well

"Hey, hey Hey, hey, what a mistake. What a mistake... " Jing bao'er feels embarrassed again.

“……”

The man didn't speak any more, but only shook his head, and then continued to lower his head and concentrate, looking at the military magazine in his hand.

"Dudududu -"

the mobile phone vibrated and rang.

Hearing the sound, Jing Rong quickly took out his cell phone from his pants pocket.

It's none other than his father, Mr. Jing Aotian.

Frowning, he pressed hang up directly.

Now, he doesn't want to get in touch with him.

"How to hang up." Asked Jing bao'er.

"I don't want to talk to him..."

"Oh..."

Jing bao'er didn't say much, just nodded, and then landed on the Jedi to survive.

"I want to eat chicken. Will you come?" Asked Jing bao'er.

"No..."

"Oh..."

Jing bao'er didn't speak and began to concentrate on playing his own game.

At the end of the two games, the doorbell rang——"Ding Dong Ding Dong... "

"Ding Dong Ding Dong... "

"Who..." Asked Jing bao'er.

Having a look at the "great luck, eat chicken tonight" on the iPad screen, Jing bao'er immediately gets up and prepares to open the door

"I'll drive it. You go upstairs..." Jingrong road.

He knew who was standing at the door

It must be master Jing.

He didn't want Jingbao to be in direct contact with him.

He was afraid that jingbao'er would recall those unhappy things when he saw him.

Originally, Jing bao'er didn't think much. Now, after seeing Jing Rong's reaction, Jing bao'er also thought that the person outside the door should be Jing Aotian.

He is the only one who will come here at this time.

After all, previously, he also called Jing Rong.

Jing bao'er didn't say much, just nodded silently, and then went upstairs.

Now, she doesn't want to see Jing Aotian.

I really don't want to -

watching Jing bao'er go upstairs, Jing Rong goes to the door and opens it.

The one standing outside the door is really Mr. Jing.

A period of time, he was thinner than before, also haggard, eyes, eyebrows, with hard to cover up the fatigue.

Looking at him, Jing Rong knows that he has been tortured by Jing these days.

He is a vigorous young man. Sometimes he feels tired in the face of so many things. What's more, he is such an old man who has not been in touch with company affairs for a long time.

"Old four, let's talk about..."

The old man's voice is a little hoarse.

"Is there anything else we can talk about?" Jing Rong asked coldly, turned around and went directly into the living room and sat on the sofa.

With a long sigh, the old man stood there for a while, put on his slippers, followed Jingrong's steps, entered the living room, walked to Jingrong and sat down.

Instead of speaking directly, the old man slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and started smoking.

“……”

Jing Rong didn't speak either. He just quietly looked at the military magazine in his hand.

Now, he doesn't even want to say a word to him.

"Old four I come here today mainly to apologize to you... " With that, master Jing took another deep breath of his cigarette, and then spit it out.

Hearing what he said, Jing Rong frowned slightly, then turned to look at him and responded coldly, "excuse me? What do you have to apologize for Don't you always think you're doing the right thing? "