Cold President, Hug Me

When the housekeeper heard this, he immediately nodded respectfully, "OK, Mr. President, I see."

"Also, don't mention this person in front of me, because it will make me feel bad." Jing Rong and Dao.

The housekeeper nodded respectfully again, "it's the president. I know. I won't mention it any more. I'll make my own decisions about everything..."

"Well, go and do your work." Jing Rong sword eyebrow tightly Cu, cold voice order way.

When the housekeeper heard the words, he turned and left.

Out of the shed, the housekeeper was helpless and sighed.

What happened between Jingrong and the old man is not clear to others, but he is quite clear.

Because he has been waiting with Jingrong for such a long time, he knows more or less from the daily chat between Jingrong and Jingbao.

Although Jingrong is indifferent to master Jing, he can understand it.

In his opinion, what Mr. Jing had done was too much.

It's not even normal people can do it.

If he is Jing Rong, he can't forgive such a cruel father.

If he was Jing Rong, he would never see him again.

In the flower shed, the good mood of Jing Rong and Jing bao'er is destroyed again.

Jing bao'er took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled and said, "fourth uncle, let's stop thinking about those unhappy people. I'll push you and go outside for a walk..."

Then she pushed Jingrong out of the shed.

Outside, the sun is still shining.

The sky is still blue, like the Aegean Sea. If you look around, there are no clouds.

This kind of weather is really comfortable.

"It's a beautiful day." Jingbao'er began to change the subject.

On the wheelchair, Jing Rong's face was still cold, and his whole body was full of fright. "I don't understand. He had already broken the relationship, and he was still in front of me, brushing the sense of existence. Is it for fear that I will forget what he did to me, to us, to our children? "

Now, as long as anyone mentions master Jing, he will remember what he did to them and their children.

As long as he thinks of those things, his hatred will surge out like a vine, winding his heart to death, making his heart unable to beat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The man's sword eyebrows are tight, and the characters between the eyebrows are more and more profound and obvious.

Hearing the speech, Jing bao'er immediately walked up to Jing Rong, then half squatted down, one hand tightly holding Jing Rong's hand, looked at Jing Rong's indifferent face and said, "well, don't think about those unhappy people. It's rare for us to have a chance to come out like this to see the blue sky and white clouds and the spring scenery. Don't waste your time in anger, OK?"

Jing Rong sighed helplessly, then nodded, "um..."

Looking at Jing bao'er's face, he felt that his mood had eased a little.

To him, jingbao'er is like a good medicine that can cure everything.

No matter how bad the mood, as long as you look at her perfect face, he will feel much more comfortable.

……

In the afternoon, Jingrong was working in his room, while Jingbao drove out of the presidential palace in a Jingrong car.

As soon as the car left the presidential palace, she saw that master Jing was still standing at the door.

He looked as if he was exhausted. He was tired all the time. He leaned against the car and looked very weak.

Through the glass of the car, the two of them looked at each other once.

At the moment when her eyes met, the hatred hidden in her heart was another crazy run out.

For a moment, she even had the impulse to run out of the car, rush to the old man and kill him.

All the dark pictures in her memory are related to her.

All the unhappiness she experienced in her life was also related to him.

Thinking of this, she immediately stepped on the accelerator to the end.

The next second, the car will be like an arrow, "whoosh -" to rush forward.

She didn't slow down until the car was far away from the presidential palace.

Although the speed of the car slowed down, her bad mood did not ease at all.

She really hates to brush the sense of being in front of her.

At the thought of that face, she really wanted to tear the old man.

As soon as she thought of him, she would think of the two children who died because of him.

She was heartbroken at the thought of the two children.

Without master Jing, she would have been a mother.

Maybe it's a mother of two.Her children, too, have long been called mom and dad.

Long time ago, I can follow her and Jingrong, pester them and make them happy.

They can enjoy their family long ago.

But

All this was destroyed by master Jing.

All destroyed by his ruthlessness, his cruelty.

Thinking of this, she clenched the hand of the steering wheel and couldn't help adding strength.

At this time, she really wanted to directly knead the steering wheel in her hand into powder.

Anger, and intense hatred, made her shiver.

A face, very white.

Take a deep breath, and she'll park her car on the side of the road.

Has been lying on the steering wheel, calm for a long time, she frowned, dialed Lan Lan's phone.

Because she had just seen someone she shouldn't have, she almost forgot her business.

She went out today, in fact, is to find Lan Lan, want to find her, rehearse together.

Soon, it was picked up over there.

"Hello, baby."

"Where are you?" Asked Jing bao'er.

"I'm rehearsing in my rehearsal room. What's the matter? What are you doing The voice over there is still soft.

Jing bao'er immediately said with a smile, "that's great. I'll go to see you now. I'll rehearse with you."

"Well, come here..." There was another way. There was a little more joy in the voice.

Jing bao'er nodded, "well," and then hung up the phone.

As soon as the phone hung up, the smile on her face disappeared immediately.

With a long sigh, she tried to calm her mood again, and then she started the car and quickly ran towards Lan Lan's home.

When Lan Lan has time, it's really rare, so she must cherish it.

……

When Jing bao'er walks into Lan Lan's trainer, she dances with a group of dancers. In front of the big mirror that occupies the whole wall, she practices dancing with music.