Cold President, Hug Me

After taking a look at the Dior drill watch on his wrist, Jing bao'er went downstairs directly.

Go to the garage and pick up a red Harley motorcycle. With the utmost hatred, jingbao'er gallops to the wedding venue, Jingshi international hotel.

Today, the sky is very gloomy, the wind is very strong, it looks like rain.

The car was driving at a high speed, and the strong wind blew her long dark hair, which was very close to the wind.

The dark pupil is full of murderous Qi and strong hatred.

……

King's international hotel.

Because President Jing Rong's wedding, so big hotel, before and after, inside and outside all clear.

Whether outside or inside the hotel, there are bodyguards everywhere.

In the largest banquet hall of King's International Hotel, dignitaries and celebrities from all over the world have been present.

Those noble and elegant gentlemen, ladies, or in twos and threes together, chatting, or sitting quietly in their own seats, waiting for the bridegroom and bride to appear.

Time is almost up, the people present are very excited.

With a smile on his face, master Jing and the two elders of the Jin family sit at the front table, waiting for their children to appear on the stage.

A few minutes later, the wedding march

Wearing a long white wedding dress, Jin Huina smiles and enters the arena with the same white dress in her arms.

Compared with Jin Huina's smiling face, Jing Rong's face is as cold as ice the year before last.

Stepping on the snow-white carpet decorated with red rose petals, Jing Rong and Jin Huina walk step by step towards the wedding host on the stage

Jin Huina has been waving and smiling at the guests on both sides of the carpet, very happy.

And Jingrong, from beginning to end, is like a piece of ice, with arrogance.

Beside, Jin Huina's smile, in Jingrong's eyes, is dazzling.

The same is true of the applause and cheers of those around us.

In full view of the public, the two of them stepped on the wedding stage with solemn music.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jingrong, would you like to marry Miss Jin Huina who is next to you And take care of her and guard her all your life until death separates you... "

"I'd like to..."

I'd like to say yes. There was a lot of applause.

Jin Huina's face almost turned into a flower.

A word I would like to, let the stage under the apprehension of master Jing, his face showed a touch of comfort.

Even if Jingrong and Jin Huina are on the stage, master Jing is always worried about what will happen to the wedding and that Jingrong will change his mind at the critical moment.

Now seeing that Jing Rong hasn't changed his mind, he is at ease.

"May I ask the bride, Miss Jin Huina, if you would like to..."

"Bang -"

a fierce gunshot interrupted the host's speech.

Before everyone could react, the bride, Jin Huina, had fallen to the ground, where her heart was, and she had been pouring blood out.

Bright red blood, in an instant, dyed red on her body, that spotless white wedding dress, so dazzling.

This shot, this picture, is like a bowl of ice water suddenly poured into the oil pan. In an instant, the whole banquet hall exploded

Just now, those elegant gentlemen and ladies, all like frightened birds, screamed and ran around, with no elegant posture

The scene is in a mess. The bodyguards on the scene have no way to get close to the female assassin in time.

Across the surging crowd, Jingrong clearly saw the red figure at the door.

Even if she was wearing a mask, he knew who she was

"Jingbao'er..." Jing Rong talks to himself in his heart. His cold eyes suddenly drop again

At the moment of meeting Jingrong's eyes, Jingbao's eyes turned red.

Even though she wanted to cry, she gently raised her chin and gave Jing Rong a beautiful smile.

Looking at the group of bodyguards coming, Jing bao'er turns around and runs towards the door.

At the other end of the corridor, a bodyguard came after her. Jingbao'er immediately gave a cold smile, ran to the window on the other side of the corridor, jumped down from the third floor

After escaping from Jing's International Hotel, Jing bao'er, covered by a golden mask, quickly jumps onto the red Harley motorcycle that stops at the door of the hotel.

Yes, just now, on impulse, she rushed into President Jingrong's wedding scene, shot and killed his bride, and destroyed the Celebrity Wedding.

Although she knew that it was a dead end for her to do so, she didn't regret it at all.

Even at the cost of death, she would personally prevent him from marrying another woman!

"Boom -"

as soon as she started the car, a cold bullet immediately penetrated her arm mercilessly, and the sharp pain made her brain blank.Bright red and warm liquid, spray - gush out, thick smell of blood, spread between her breath.

Glancing at the bodyguard behind, she quickly stepped on the accelerator to the end.

The next second, the car will be like an arrow, rushed into the traffic flow of the road.

Through the rearview mirror, she can clearly see the black luxury car fleet behind the car.

She speeds up again, shakes off the flies, and goes back to the mansion in the middle of the mountain.

Just step into the room, take out the first aid box, want to take out the bullet, familiar footsteps, then squeeze in from the door.

The sound of shoes touching the ground was so familiar that she stepped on her heart just right every time.

She knew that he would come to her soon to ask for help. She didn't want to run away at all.

Sitting in front of the dresser and looking at her bleeding, Jing bao'er calmly takes out alcohol and cotton balls from the first aid box.

The spotless mirror reflected her pale, bloodless face.

"Bang -"

with the piercing sound of kicking the door, Jing bao'er put down his things, bit his teeth and stood up. Looking at Jing Rong who was striding towards him, he raised his chin gently, "Oh Fourth uncle, it's a pity that the marriage of the world's largest and second largest economy was so easily destroyed by me. You must be very disappointed? "

On his eyes, she was still calm.

"Pa --!"

Fire - Hot - Hot slap on the face of the moment, her cheek as if burned by the general pain.

Jingrong's eyebrows were frowning, and her chin was picked by her thin cocoon fingertips. She looked down at the pure and moving face in front of her. "Jingbao, have you had enough trouble? How dare you kill in front of so many people? Huh? You dare to make trouble with my Jingrong wedding. You don't want to live, do you? "