Cold President, Hug Me

"Lie down! It's really ten rings! Did you see that!! Do you see it Jing bao'er has a gun in one hand and a scissors hand in the other.

At this moment, jingbao'er really felt that he was hanging on the sky!

Looking at the bullet in the bull's-eye, Yeming was stunned for a second. Then he came back to his senses. Looking at jingbao'er, he thumbed up, "Miss Jing, powerful, powerful..."

"Miss Jing is in the bull's-eye!"

"Miss Jing, how powerful..."

When members of the organization heard the voice, they immediately gathered around and expressed their admiration for Jing bao'er's new gun skills.

"Hey That must be powerful. I don't know who my uncle is! " Jingbao'er's face is full of publicity. Looking at Jingrong's eyes, flowers bloom.

"How did you do that?" Compared with others, Jing Rong has always been calm and indifferent.

"Just follow the steps you taught me last time, and then cooperate with my own feelings, and I'll do it..." Jing bao'er then throws the gun into the air, and then neatly takes it back and says.

"Everyone's gone. Go back to where you are." Jing Rong coldly looks at the members around and orders.

As soon as Jingrong's voice fell, the members of the organization quickly dispersed and returned to their positions, including Yeming.

After everyone flashed, jingbao'er came to Jingrong and asked, "how's it going? Just now, are you shocked?"

"It's just a fluke. Go on..."

"Cut!" When Jing bao'er heard the speech, she turned her eyes at him. Then she went back to her original position, quickly adjusted her posture and pulled the trigger neatly -

ten rings

Still ten rings

Put the pistol aside, Jing bao'er put his hands around his chest, gently raised his chin, a little proud, "how about this, it's still a fluke?"

Jing Rong didn't say a word. He just went to the front of the target and moved the target five meters back

Now, the target is 25 meters away from jingbao'er

After adjusting the distance, he retreated and waved to jingbao'er.

Soon, Jing bao'er adjusted his posture again and pulled the trigger -

ten rings

Or the 10th ring road

Jingrong stood in the same place, looking at jingbao'er's eyes, full of shock.

Her talent is the same as what he had at the beginning.

He frowned slightly, went to Jing bao'er and asked seriously, "is this really the second time you've taken a gun? Didn't you practice your gun behind my back? "

Jing bao'er rolled his eyes and replied, "of course, otherwise?"

"Yes, there are two sons." Jing Rong finally praised her.

He did not expect that, on weekdays, such a hot little girl should be so talented.

"That's necessary. It doesn't depend on who taught me." Jingbao'er grinned.

"Keep practicing." Jing Rong stepped back and said.

Jing Baoer nods

……

At noon, when jingbao'er and Jingrong returned to his single dormitory, jingbao'er was all tired.

Because I've been holding the gun for several hours, I can't lift my right hand now, and my thumb and index finger are blistered

Sitting on the bed, jingbao'er began to shake his sore right hand.

Sour!

It hurts!

It's hard!

Jing Rong stepped forward and sat beside her, holding her right hand with blisters. Her heart pricked slightly.

The blister was clearly in her hand, but it seemed to grow into his heart.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"It's painful. It's so hard. It's more painful than breaking through the office..."

As soon as Jing Rong listened to her, he turned black.

He slightly frowned, looked at her, cold voice warning, "you a girl, can have a little girl like son?"? Who taught you that

After 27 years of living, he has never seen a more cheeky little girl!

"Is this taught by others? It's natural!" Jingbao is not ashamed, but proud.

"You dead girl!" He was gnashing his teeth, his hands were rubbing her wrists gently all the time.

"Hey, fourth uncle, how comfortable That's it. It's a wonderful technique! "

“……”

"My fourth uncle is so good that he can do everything. I can't do without love

“……”

Although he did not respond, Jing bao'er still felt warm in his heart.

It's nice to have him here!

It's nice to be cared for by him!

"Any better?"

After a while, he stopped his hand and asked.Jing bao'er immediately moved her wrist slightly. "Well, it's much better. It doesn't hurt so much. My fourth uncle is very powerful, MUA..."

With that, she imprinted a wet kiss on his cheek.

Jing Rong didn't speak, but silently took out a needle from the drawer and sat back beside Jing bao'er.

After burning the needle with a lighter, he took Jing bao'er's right hand.

"Why? Want to find out? " Asked Jing bao'er.

"Well." He gave a tepid response.

"Don't be afraid. It won't hurt very much." He added.

But Jing bao'er smiles calmly, "I'm not afraid, just stick it up..."

For her, these little pains are nothing at all.

Jing Rong took a look at her, then lowered his head, seriously punctured the blisters on her hands, and then carefully squeezed out the effusion with a tissue.

"Tomorrow will be fine." He said.

With that, he threw the needle into the garbage can at his feet.

"Good..." She nodded and laughed more brightly than the sunshine outside.

Suddenly thought of what, her eye son a turn, the whole person then straddled on his thigh.

Hook his neck, she said with a smile, "Hey, fourth uncle, the more I look at it, the more I think you are handsome. You say you are not only first-class in bed skills, but also first-class in shooting skills, not only first-class in shooting skills, but also first-class in the way of teaching shooting skills..."

Jingbao began to wear a hat for him again, and his face was black in an instant.

"What do you want?"

She had a little thought, and he hit it.

Jing bao'er continued to laugh. After laughing, he coughed a little and said, "fourth uncle, do you think my shooting skill is very accurate?"

"It's ok..."

"Is that my special talent?"

"It's ok..."

"Do you think a talented girl like me should be given an exquisite pistol as a gift?" Jing bao'er looks at Jing Rong's eyes with a smile and says without face or skin.

You know, she wanted to mention that.

Jing Rong's eyebrows picked lightly and replied without thinking, "I don't think so..."

"Why?"

"You are still a student. It's enough to teach you how to shoot and let you touch the gun in the organization."