C139 Time to go home

At this moment, Jing Bao'er's heart was trembling again!

His kiss was overbearing and aggressive, and she had no choice but to respond eagerly.

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air between the two bodies.

The temperature of the air was gradually increasing.

"Fourth uncle …"

After being kissed until she couldn't breathe, she gently pushed him away and whispered into his ear.

Her breath was filled with the smell of his body, of tobacco and mint, and it intoxicated her.

In the next second, she was suppressed by Jing Rong.

His face was very close — —

No matter how many times they had slapped each other, no matter how many times they had looked at each other's bodies, every time they were close to each other, whenever he looked at them closely like this, Jing Bao'er's heart would still stop beating.

Seeing this perfectly angled face, Jing Bao'er was moved once again. "Fourth Uncle … "I want to …"

These four simple words, were like powdered medicine, sprinkling into Jing Rong's heart, causing all the blood in his body to boil — —

No matter how cold and manly he was, he would not be able to stand hearing a girl talk like that in his ear!

"Say it again..." He ordered in a low voice. His tone was overbearing, not allowing anyone to reject it. His breathing became heavier and heavier.

"Fourth Uncle... "I want to …" Jing Bao'er slightly twisted her body, grabbing onto his neck, as she bewitched him.

The girl beneath him was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and her eyes were misty. She was like a soul seducting spirit, easily pushing his bath to the peak.

"Alright... I'll give it to you … " After he finished speaking, he once again gave her a scalding kiss. Covering her lips, his large hand began to wantonly move around her body, stirring her hair.

"Du, du, du ~ ~"

"Du, du, du ~ ~"

The phone vibrated, an untimely sound that cut through the room.

Jing Rong was startled when he heard her, but he continued to kiss his after that.

"Fourth Uncle... "Telephone..." Jing Bao'er said in a low voice.

"Ignore it, let's continue..."

"What if there's something important?"

"I don't care..."

In the next second, her clothes were taken off by him in a domineering manner.

Once he was done with the security measures, he began to attack her from all angles — —

The girl's body, soft, tight, narrow, and warm, made him want to cry.

As long as he touched her, he would wish he could die on her!

Under his invasion and demand, Jing Bao'er gradually lost all of his strength.

"Fourth uncle …"

"Fourth uncle …"

The comfortable feeling of having all of his pores open couldn't help but start to hum softly.

One after another, the needles were being cut apart …

"Du, du, du ~ ~"

"Du, du, du ~ ~"

The sound of his phone vibrated once again, and when mixed with Jing Bao'er's voice, it was especially ear-piercing …

However, the entangled men and women all chose to ignore it …

… ….

After being tormented for who knows how long, the man was finally released into her body.

In that moment, Jing Bao'er's entire body went limp once again.

His lower body was extremely hot, and his waist was extremely sore.

She felt that she wouldn't be able to get up in such a short time.

However, Jing Rong was still full of energy and vigor. He jumped down swiftly and quickly, after cleaning himself up, he picked up his phone and leaned on the back of the sofa and unlocked it.

The person who called was Old Master Jing.

Jing Rong looked at the number, and saw that he had called a total of 45 times …

Seeing that there were so many missed calls, Jing Rong frowned slightly, and then, he returned to Jing Aotian — —

Very quickly, the other side answered, the Old Master Jing's slightly sullen voice sounded out, "What's going on, you're not answering all these calls?"

"Oh, busy." Jing Rong said calmly.

After he finished speaking, Jing Rong glanced at Jing Bao'er who was lying down beside him. Then, he picked up his coat and covered her with it.

"Are you that busy?" You're so busy that you don't even have time to pick up your father's phone? "

"I was really busy just now." As Jing Rong said that, he looked at Jing Bao'er warmly.

Just now, he was indeed very busy, busy working with Jing Bao'er, the two of them were busy, and he had no mood to pick up the phone.

"Come home early tonight. After dinner, I have something to talk to you about." Jing Aotian said again.

"Alright." Jing Rong agreed very straightforwardly.

"Then let's leave it at this for now, you should continue with your work, aiya!"

Hearing that, Jing Rong immediately hung up.

Seeing Jing Rong hang up the phone, Jing Bao'er immediately shifted her body towards Jing Rong. Then, she leaned his head on Jing Rong's leg, covered his coat and closed her eyes, as she complained, "So tired, I'm sleepy …"

Hearing this, he stroked her hair and said, "You're tired, so rest."

"But I don't want to rest. I want to chat with you." Jing Bao'er said.

"About what?" As soon as Jing Rong finished speaking, he took out a cigarette from his pants pocket at the side, lit it, and then took a deep drag.

It was his habit to smoke a cigarette afterwards.

"Just talking about you …"

"Me? What do I have to talk about? "

"Yes, of course you have it. Fourth uncle, do you know? Before, when I was chasing you, I always felt that you were cold, forbidding, and black-hearted …"

"What about now?"

"Now... "Now, you are cold, cold, black, and stuffy …" Jing Bao'er said straightforwardly.

"A little scoundrel!" Jing Rong gritted his teeth and cursed.

Although he was cursing her on the surface, in his heart, he did not deny her words.

Once, he had thought that he was a person with self-control. Even if he never touched women, he would never think about that matter.

But, ever since he tasted the smell of emotional bathing from Jing Bao'er's body, he had changed … …

Every now and then, he would want to pull her over, press her down, and ruthlessly ask for it. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of being bathed in love …

"Hehe, Fourth Uncle, don't you think that I'm right?"

"Get up. It's almost dark. Time to go home." Jing Rong changed the topic.

"Aiya, I want to play with you a little longer."

"The old man just said on the phone that he wanted me to go home early."

"Alright then …" After Jing Bao'er heard this, she immediately got up unwillingly. She put on her clothes, tidied up her hair, and put away her phone.

After the two of them were dressed, they left the room together.

Outside, the sky darkened. Although the snowstorm had stopped, it was colder than daytime.

Suddenly walking into the snow from the inside of the room that was as warm as this, it made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

After a shiver, Jing Bao'er followed Jing Rong's footsteps, until she reached the Black Mercedes-Benz G63 that he had stopped by in the courtyard.