C7

Chapter 7 - Intimate Contact

"Qiantan Villa." He replied indifferently, his ice-cold eyes staring straight ahead.

"Qiantan Villa? Your place outside, right? Take me to take a look? " She turned her head and fixed her gaze on the outside. In a flash, there was a scene of a bustling night. In a flash, lights and shadows intertwined with each other, and her youthful and spirited face appeared extremely captivating.

Jing Rong did not say a word and continued to run in the direction of the Jing Clan's half mountain mansion.

"Fourth uncle ~ ~ ~ take me to see it."

"Shut up!"

After about 10 minutes, Jing Rong stopped the car in front of the gate, "You, get out of the car now, go in, and sleep."

Jing Bao'er turned a deaf ear as she undid her seat belt and sat on Yue Yang's lap, both of her hands were wrapped around Yue Yang's neck, "Don't, Fourth Uncle, I want to be with you."

Fortunately, the windows had been specially processed, the bodyguards at the entrance couldn't see inside.

The two of them were in such close contact that he could even clearly feel the temperature of her buttocks and the unique fragrance of the young girl on her body.

"Jing Bao'er, get lost!"

"If you don't take me to the ford, I won't go down."

"I'll say it again, get lost!"

The atmosphere of the entire carriage turned from fiery hot to ice-cold.

Seeing that he was really angry, Jing Bao'er turned over and said, "Tsk, why didn't you bring me along? Why are you so angry?!

… ….

On the second day, Jing Bao'er arrived at school with Song Limei's protection.

At the school entrance, the black Audi stopped steadily. Song Limei looked at Jing Bao'er from atop the Driver and said with a smile, "Bao'er, we're here. At school, we have to listen …"

Before Song Limei could finish her words, she was interrupted by Jing Bao'er, "Don't worry about it, I know what to do, I don't need you to teach me."

With that said, Jing Bao'er walked out of the carriage with the half drunk milk tea.

Looking at Jing Bao'er's back, Song Limei helplessly sighed and turned her car around.

Lowering his head, Jing Bao'er walked towards his classroom with the milk tea in one hand and his phone in the other.

At the classroom door, she hit her head on a wall and stopped.

What caught his eye was a pair of extremely exquisite snow-white mink fur diamond flat shoes. This was because the milk tea in her hand had coincidentally dropped onto the ground. The top of one of her shoes had been splashed with eye-piercing brown stains.

Even though it was tainted by the milk tea, the shoes were still beautiful. After returning to the Jing Clan, Song Limei had prepared many pretty shoes for her, but compared to these shoes, hers were much worse.

"Are you f * * king blind?"

An ear-piercing female voice came out. Jing Bao'er raised her head and looked at Ban Hua De's furious face.

Originally, ever since Jing Bao'er came, many students had said they wanted to make Jing Bao'er their new class flower and she was already unhappy about it. But now, because Jing Bao'er had dirtied her new shoes, she felt even more unhappy!

This was Chanel's limited funds. Even if she had money, she might not be able to buy it. She had spent a lot of effort just to buy this pair of shoes.

He had originally planned to apologize, but because of those words from Pointy, all of Jing Bao'er's "I'm sorry" was completely swallowed down.

"If you aren't blind, why did you collide into me?" Jing Bao'er did not show any sign of weakness.

"You have dirtied my shoes. Not only are you not apologizing, you're still acting so arrogantly. Why, do you think you're so amazing just because you're a member of the Jing Clan?" "What's so special about you? You're just a little beggar that has to be forced onto the Jing Clan. You're an impostor of a young miss."

The words that came piercing through Jing Bao'er's ears.

"Originally, I wanted to apologize to you, but with your attitude today, I'm sorry, but I won't apologize!" "So what if you like!"

After Jing Bao'er finished speaking, she flipped through the albopictus and headed towards the classroom.

The argument between these two made the noisy classroom instantly quieten down. Everyone's eyes were fixated on the two of them.

Seeing that Jing Bao'er was about to walk in, she reached out her hand to block the door, "Give me my shoes! My shoes are 58,888. "

"Alright, just you wait. I'll go out and get the money for you now." Jing Bao'er said, then turned and left.

When Jing Bao'er returned to the classroom, the morning self-study had already begun.

The entire classroom was silent. All the students were seriously studying their textbooks.

Even so, Jing Bao'er's appearance still attracted everyone's attention.

Under the gazes of everyone present, Jing Bao'er walked all the way to the side of the mint before taking off the backpack on her back. After opening it, she directly poured out all of the contents of the bag.

A huge pile of underworld money, like a snowflake, scattered in the air, falling on the mint table, feet, and legs.

"58,888 shoes, right? I think I have fifty-eight million here! Is it enough? If it's not enough, I'll buy it for you. " As the underworld coins danced around, Jing Bao'er slightly raised his chin and looked coldly at the mint that was so angry that it had turned red.

"Jing Bao'er! You're cursing me, aren't you?! "

"Nope." Jing Bao'er scoffed.

"You bastard!" She stood up as if she was crazy, grabbing onto Jing Bao'er's neck tightly. Her face was flushed red.

Jing Bao'er also did not show any signs of weakness, and the two of them soon started to fight.

After all, Jing Bao'er was a wild child who had been raised ever since she was young. In terms of fighting, the mint was not her match at all.

The current Jing Bao'er was like an exploding little tiger, riding on mint, baring its fangs at her, fiercely slapping her on the mouth, "Fighting with me, aren't you just courting death? In terms of fighting, I, Jing Bao'er have never been afraid of anyone! "

"Ah... Ah... Jing Bao'er! Are you crazy? You little beggar! Ah... "Woo woo …"

… ….

In the office of Jingshi Group's CEO.

The beautiful, warm sun illuminated the large black-and-white office.

In front of a spotless huge desk, Jing Rong was seriously facing a computer, replying to an English mail from a foreign branch office.

"Du, du, du … …"

"Du, du, du … …"

The cellphone vibrated. At this moment, it was all the more abrupt.

Jing Rong frowned in displeasure. He picked up his phone, saw that it was an unfamiliar number, and pressed answer it.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Jing?"

"Yes, may I ask who you are?" Jing Rong asked politely.

"I am Jing Bao'er's homeroom teacher, Xu Nuo."

"Oh... Teacher Xu, what are you looking for me for? " Jing Rong held the phone in one hand and the center of his brows with the other.

When Jing Bao'er's teacher in charge called him, Jing Rong did not even need to ask to know that the little girl had stirred up some trouble in school.