C90 You look like a thief with a guilty conscience

"It doesn't hurt. This little injury is nothing." Jing Rong said.

"This is still nothing...?" Jing Bao'er frowned, and asked as she helped him put on his clothes.

"Dong, dong, dong ~ ~ ~"

Someone knocked on the door.

Hearing that, Jing Bao'er was like a startled rabbit, quickly buttoning up her clothes, and got off the bed.

Seeing Jing Bao'er's guilty conscience, Jing Rong couldn't help but laugh.

Jing Bao'er glanced at him, then sat on one side of his bed, crossed his legs, and began peeling oranges.

"Come in!" Jing Rong said.

Soon, the door opened.

Chen Luoluo walked in with a fruit basket in her hands.

Seeing that it was Chen Luoluo, Jing Bao'er's mood instantly turned even worse.

Sensitivity like Jing Bao'er …

Although he hadn't interacted with her very much, his intuition told him that this woman with the charming eyes was definitely an enemy, not a friend!

Although Jing Rong didn't mean anything to her, she was definitely interested in him.

Why so sure?

Because women always understand women the best.

"Auntie, you're here?" On the surface, Jing Bao'er was smiling, but he was intentionally using words to stab her.

Any woman at Chen Luoluo's age who was called Auntie by someone would not be happy.

Hearing that, Chen Luoluo's heart instantly thumped … …

Auntie?

This form of address made Chen Luoluo unhappy!

She was only twenty-seven years old this year, and was still maintaining her strength as if she was in her early twenties.

Although he was not happy on the inside, on the surface, Chen Luoluo still maintained his graceful posture.

Walking to Jing Bao'er's side, Chen Luoluo slowly put down her clothes. Standing in front of Jing Bao'er, he smiled and said, "Bao Er, you can just call me Big Sis."

"Elder sister? You seem to be older than my fourth uncle? " Jing Bao'er intentionally used words to stab her.

Chen Luoluo's face instantly filled with awkwardness.

She could feel that it was filled with hostility from Jing Bao'er.

"Bao`er, don't talk nonsense …"

To the side, Jing Rong opened his mouth.

Chen Luoluo smiled as she looked at Jing Rong, and said, "It's alright, children's words are always spoken."

Jing Bao'er didn't speak, and only silently rubbed her face with her nose, showing the whites of her eyes to Jing Rong.

He began to eat the oranges.

"Sit …" Jing Rong said.

After Chen Luoluo heard this, she sat on the sofa beside the bed.

"Listening to Ye Ming, your arm is injured, how is it?" Chen Luoluo asked.

Jing Rong's words were like gold, "Nothing …"

"About the matters in the company, I will settle them for you in the next two days. As for the important documents, I will bring them over for you to sign." Chen Luoluo said again.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, then go back quickly." Jing Rong said.

Chen Luoluo nodded, she stood up and said, "Alright, then I'll go first."

With that, Chen Luoluo turned and looked at Jing Bao'er, "Bao Er, I'll be leaving first."

"Bye …" "Auntie." Jing Bao'er did not raise her head, but continued to eat the oranges, piece by piece.

From the very beginning, Jing Bao'er had seen through Jing Bao'er's little thoughts.

Looking at her little figure covered in thorns all over, his lips unconsciously curled up into a beautiful arc.

"Be nice to her. She's not what you think …" Jing Rong said.

After Jing Bao'er heard this, she threw a piece of orange into Jing Rong's mouth. It would be weird if it wasn't. How could she not like a pure man like you who captures her soul? That's weird! "

"Dong, dong, dong ~ ~ ~"

While the two of them were talking, the sound of knocking on the door rang out again.

"Come in!" Jing Bao'er said.

Just as Jing Bao'er finished speaking, Meng Yaodong and Song Mingyang, one in front and one behind, walked in.

The contrast between these two, one yuppie and the other gentleman, was striking.

Especially that big bald Meng Yaodong, don't be too eye-catching!

The moment they entered, they walked to the sofa and sat down.

"We rushed over after watching the news. My mood right now is just like someone who has gone f * ck for a Husky. Tell me, why do you think this terrifying person is so arrogant!?" Meng Yaodong scolded.

"Jing Rong, are you alright?" Song Mingyang asked.

In comparison to Meng Yaodong's curses, Song Mingyang was much calmer.

Jing Rong nodded, "I'm fine."

"What about the President?" Song Mingyang asked.

"The President is fine, he was escorted back to the Presidential Palace." Jing Rong said again.

"If I were the President, I'd thank you very much." Meng Yaodong said again.

… ….

Song Mingyang and Meng Yaodong stayed in Jing Rong's room and played for an entire afternoon.

He didn't leave until the evening.

After the two of them left, the sickroom immediately became quiet.

After confirming that the door was closed, Jing Bao'er stepped onto Jing Rong's body and asked: "Fourth Uncle, what do you want to eat? I'll go out and buy it for you. "

"Eat you …" Jing Rong replied softly, his eyes filled with warmth.

Jing Bao'er's small face was slightly red as she looked at him happily, "My fourth uncle is getting more and more bored."

"Is there?"

"There is..."

As soon as Jing Bao'er finished speaking, his burning hot lips started to cover up.

There were too many pets in that warm, coiled kiss.

The moment their lips and tongues intertwined, Jing Bao'er's heart once again mentioned the laryngeal eye.

Heart like a struck deer!

"Dong, dong, dong ~ ~ ~"

A knock on the door disturbed the room.

The sudden voice made Jing Bao'er and Jing Rong's bodies freeze up!

She quickly pushed him away and sat back on the sofa. She lowered her head and began to tidy up her clothes.

He didn't know when, but he had already unbuttoned his shirt.

Watching Jing Bao'er organize her clothes, Jing Rong turned to the door and coldly said, "Come in!"

After that, Song Limei walked in, carrying a thermos in her hand.

Seeing Song Limei, Jing Bao'er's face instantly turned cold.

Song Limei looked at Jing Bao'er, and then walked to Jing Rong's side and said, "I made dinner for you, take the time to eat."

Soon after, Song Limei turned and looked at Jing Bao'er, and said: "Bao Er, you come to eat too."

Hearing that, Jing Bao'er immediately stood up, walked to the bedside and sat down. She looked at Song Limei and lightly responded, "Thank you, Ms. Song."

"Bao`er, you didn't return to school this afternoon?" Song Limei asked.

"I was too lazy to leave, so I didn't return." Jing Bao'er said, while taking the foldable table and placing it on Jing Rong's bed.

"Bao Er, you can't be like this. Tomorrow is November, and in a short while, you will have your final exam!" Looking at Jing Bao'er's sloppy appearance, Song Limei could not help but nag.

"Don't worry, your girl is a smart girl. I won't embarrass you in the final exam."

"Bao'er, good brain isn't the reason for you not to obediently attend class! What do you want me to say to you! " Song Limei said again.

"Alright, sister-in-law, Bao`er will be attending class tomorrow, so stop talking." Jing Rong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his mouth.

"Stop talking about it, stop talking about it. Recently, this girl has been asking for more and more trouble with me!" Song Limei said again.