C87 "If the tiger doesn't show his prowess, you can always be my little girl."

When Jing Bao'er and Meng Yaodong were talking, Jing Rong and Song Mingyang had already lit up cigarettes for each other.

After finishing his conversation with Meng Yaodong, Jing Bao'er turned and looked at him, laughing merrily as he waved, "Hello, Brother Song."

"Bao'er, did you finish your homework?" Song Mingyang asked.

"Yeah." Jing Bao'er said.

"I say, Bao`er, this time flies really fast. It's only been a few years, and the little yellow haired girl from before has already become a great beauty …" Meng Yaodong praised as he looked at Jing Bao'er.

"What do you mean 'a great beauty has fallen'? I was clearly raised to be beautiful, alright?" Jing Bao'er was filled with confidence.

"Little girl, your mouth is becoming stronger and stronger," Meng Yaodong said as he lazily leaned back.

"Who are these beautiful women called tonight? This person's figure was truly amazing. Look at that waistcoat thread … And the chest. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk." Looking at the hot dancing beauties, Jing Bao'er crossed his legs and sighed.

"Of course it's my name …" Meng Yaodong said proudly.

The moment he heard Meng Yaodong call himself "brother," Jing Bao'er thought of the funny things that happened when he was young.

She still remembered when she was young, and because he and Song Mingyang were both good buddies of Jing Rong, she also called him uncle, but in the end, Meng Yaodong forced her to call him brother. She even threatened her, saying that if she didn't call him brother, she wouldn't play with him, so calling him uncle would make him look like a person with seventy or eighty years of age.

She had no choice but to call them brother.

However, when he shouted, it became a habit …

"I guess it's you, too." Jing Bao'er said.

With that, Jing Bao'er casually picked up a can of Red Bull from the table, opened it and gulped down two mouthfuls.

"It's just that Brother Dong, your body can call so many beauties at once?" Jing Bao'er joked.

Jing Bao'er's words instantly made the corner of Meng Yaodong's mouth twitch.

This little girl knew quite a lot. She was so young, yet she still acted like an old driver.

"I say, Jing Rong, your Nephew is becoming more and more interesting." Meng Yaodong said as he looked at Jing Rong.

"Are there any girls in this world that you don't want?" Jing Rong replied indifferently.

"F * ck!" Meng Yaodong laughed and cursed.

"About that, the three of you go ahead and chat, I'm going out to get some fresh air." Suddenly, Jing Bao'er wanted to go down to the hall and relax. He immediately stood up and said with a smile.

Seeing that, Jing Rong's face immediately darkened, and asked sternly: Where to?

"I'm going out to get some fresh air."

"Jing Bao'er, you said it, you won't run around, you won't break your promise, right?" Jing Rong scolded in a low voice.

Seeing that, Meng Yaodong immediately looked at Jing Rong, and said: "I'm going out to take a breather, what's wrong? "Look at you, why are you so nervous."

"Yeah, I'll be leaving first. I'll be back in ten minutes."

After Jing Bao'er finished speaking, she immediately walked out of the private room.

After Jing Bao'er left, Meng Yaodong immediately went over to Jing Rong's side and placed a hand on his shoulder, "The current children, do not care too much, they are all rebellious, as their parents, when the time comes, they must let go."

"What do you know!" Jing Rong replied coldly.

"F * ck me …" Rong Sishao's temper has grown. " As Meng Yaodong said that, he lightly punched at Jing Rong's shoulder.

"I say, Ming Yang, these girls aren't bad today are they? Look, look which one you like. I'll let her go with you later. " Meng Yaodong said as he looked at Song Mingyang.

"No need, thank you for your good intentions." Without hesitation, Song Mingyang rejected her with a gentle smile from beginning to end.

"I say, she's already been dead for three years, and yet you still act this way. What, you're preparing to keep her alive forever?!" Meng Yaodong asked.

As soon as Meng Yaodong finished speaking, Song Mingyang's expression immediately darkened.

Jing Rong glanced at Song Mingyang, and then patted Meng Yaodong's thigh, signalling him to shut up.

… ….

After leaving the room, Jing Bao'er took the elevator and went to the first floor's hall.

Stepping into the crowded hall, the deafening music and the interlacing neon light made Jing Bao'er's blood boil — —

This place was a completely different world from the room above.

Here are beautiful steel pipe dancing, and exciting DJ dance music, as well as a variety of drinks shows.

After looking around, Jing Bao'er snapped her fingers in excitement and quickly ran to the center of the dance floor. She followed the dance floor and moved her body together with the rhythm of the countless of young men and women.

Her originally fair skin and beautiful appearance, coupled with her outstanding dancing style, instantly caused her surroundings to be filled with people.

Even though there were many men surrounding him, Jing Bao'er still maintained his aloof attitude. He ignored them and started jumping on his own.

When he got tired of jumping, Jing Bao'er went to push the crowd away and leave the dance floor. He walked to the bar counter and held his face in his hands, looking at the beautiful bartender's style of mixing wine with interest.

"Miss... One person? "

A pat on the shoulder, and a pleasant male voice was heard.

Jing Bao'er frowned, and looked towards the source of the voice.

She saw a young man sitting beside her, looking at her with a smile.

This person, his voice was pretty good, long and still passable, but his eyes looked like they were full of light. Just one glance was enough to tell that he looked wretched …

Jing Bao'er shot a glance at him, completely ignoring him, as her gaze returned to the bartender.

"Heh, little girl, this young master is talking to you! Are you interested in going up to the chartered room to have a private chat with me? "I'm satisfied with the price tag package."

The man was not annoyed. He only extended his hand and pinched Jing Bao'er's chest.

This pinch infuriated Jing Bao'er for an instant.

Damn it, if the tiger doesn't show off his might, you can just be my help.]

KETY!

F * ck!

Jing Bao'er took a deep breath. She did not say anything and just silently took down a goblet from the rack above his head. Holding it in her hand, she turned his head and looked at the man.

"You … What are you doing? " Seeing Jing Bao'er's vicious look, the man's smirk froze!

"Guess!"

As soon as Jing Bao'er finished speaking, the goblet in her hand smashed straight at the man's forehead.

In an instant — —

The goblet was broken into pieces on the man's forehead. A huge wound had also been inflicted on the man's forehead, and blood was flowing profusely.

Being smashed like that by Jing Bao'er, the man was completely muddled.

After touching his forehead and seeing the blood on his hand, the man immediately jumped down from the bar chair, grabbed Jing Bao'er's arm, and roughly pulled her off the chair.

"How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am?"

Facing the man who was so angry that he looked anxious, Jing Bao'er remained calm and composed. She raised her leg and mercilessly kicked down at the man.