Cold President, Hug Me

Jing Baoer is no exception.

Every time I come here and see such a large red rose, she will feel very good.

Bursts of strong rose fragrance, let her feel very comfortable.

"These flowers are blooming well." Jingbaoer road.

With that, she couldn't help bending over, picking a rose and sniffing it on the tip of her nose.

Although the rose is beautiful and dazzling, it is still inferior to her face.

People are more beautiful than flowers.

"My dear, it's so beautiful. It's more beautiful than flowers." The man praised.

He would never be stingy of praising jingbao'er.

When Jing bao'er heard the words, he immediately blossomed, "hum, where am I as good-looking as you said? I don't have roses at all, OK? In my eyes, roses are the most beautiful in the world... "

"But in my eyes, only you are the most beautiful in the world. No matter what kind of flowers, peony or rose, they are not as beautiful as my baby..."

The man's words, said Jing Baoer mood is better.

Women like to be praised.

Especially women are praised by their men.

It's the same with her.

She laughed, sniffed the red rose in her hand again, and said, "fourth uncle, I found that you are really more and more able to speak now. For your sake of speaking, I will reward you with a sweet kiss."

With that, Jing bao'er naturally leans down and kisses the man's delicate side face.

By Jing bao'er such a kiss, the man immediately showed a face of satisfaction.

The man is smiling, smiling more than these flowers in front of him.

Then Jing bao'er bent down again, picked a rose and put it in his hand.

In the hands of two roses, one by one to the delicate, let people see a good mood.

The sound of footsteps started from the outside.

The two men immediately looked out of the shed at the same time.

Soon the figure of the housekeeper appeared in their sight.

As soon as the housekeeper entered the shed, he went directly to them and said, "Mr. President, Mr. Jing is here again. Now he is outside the gate and is stopped by the bodyguard. The bodyguard said that you don't want to see him and let him leave. But the old man insisted that he would see you today. He also said that if he didn't see you, he wouldn't go..."

Hearing the words of master Jing, the smile on Jing bao'er's face faded in an instant

And the man's expression, is suddenly cold down, the original face of tenderness, disappeared in an instant.

He looked at the housekeeper coldly and ordered, "go out now and tell him that I won't see him. I don't want to see him. If he insists on waiting at the door all the time and refuses to leave, let him alone No one cares... "

When the housekeeper heard this, he immediately nodded respectfully and said, "yes, Mr. President..."

Then he turned quickly and left.

After the housekeeper left, jingbao'er and Jingrong became more serious.

Two people, the original good mood is also suddenly made disappear.

For them, the words "master Jing" represent endless nightmares and countless painful memories.

These words are what Jing bao'er doesn't want to think of all his life.

She frowned and said, "I don't know. He wants to do something I'm really afraid of him. "

As soon as the voice fell, the hand on the handle of the wheelchair was unconsciously clenched into a fist.

The hatred in my heart has been wandering wildly.

She is really hateful.

I hate it.

I hate master Jing.

I hate what he did to her.

He has committed an unforgivable crime.

But for Jing Rong's sake, she would have killed him.

Never let him live till now, never let him have the chance to brush the sense of existence in front of her frequently.

She kept his life because of Jing Rong.

That's all.

"Whatever he wants to do, I won't see him again. I'm afraid of him, that's all." Jingrong road.

For this father, he also hated his teeth.

He committed those crimes, really can not be forgiven.

"What if he doesn't go all the time? There are always reporters around the presidential palace. If they are photographed, I'm afraid it's not good? It's easy to have a bad influence on you. " Jingbaoer road.

Jingrong snorted coldly, "whatever. Reporters can write whatever they want. Forget it Don't worry too much... "Jing bao'er worried, "but will he talk nonsense to reporters?"

"Nonsense, it's up to him. What he wants to do, now I'm up to him..." Jingrong road.

"I'm afraid he will have a bad influence on you." Jing Baoer looks worried.

The man immediately turned his head, held her hand tightly, and said, "don't worry too much. It's OK. Reporters don't dare to write about me. After all, I'm the President They don't dare to offend me. "

Jing bao'er nodded, "well, think about it, too..."

"Well, silly girl, don't think about those unhappy, let's think about something happy..." Jingrong road.

"Good..." Jing Baoer immediately turned her attention to the roses and said, "the roses are blooming so well. When I turn around, I should ask the servant to pick some and take them back to make flower cakes. They must be delicious..."

Although she is still in a bad mood, she doesn't want to continue to immerse herself in the haze, because her mood can directly affect Jingrong.

She didn't want to be unhappy.

He is still injured now. What he needs is quiet recuperation.

The man laughed, "you little thing, is a snack goods, see what, you want to eat..."

"Well, I'm just a snack." Jing bao'er said with a smile.

She does not deny the fact that she is a little eater.

"Well, it's a blessing to be able to eat." The man said.

……

In front of the presidential palace.

With an angry look on his face, Mr. Jing looked at the bodyguards blocking in front of him, pointed to their noses and said coldly, "you guys, do you know that I'm the president's father? I want to see Jing Rong. It's a matter of course. Why do you stop me? What are you doing? "

"I'm sorry, sir. This is the order of the president. He said that he doesn't want to see you now. We also want you to go in, but we dare not After all, we work for the president, not you. " A bodyguard said.

Hearing what the bodyguard said, master Jing was even more angry.