C51 Fourth Uncle, please be a little more gentle

The current Chen Luoluo was dressed in a simple white shirt and black waist dress. Her black hair that reached her waist was neatly tied behind her head, making her seem seductive and professional.

Seeing that Jing Rong was angrily preparing to leave, Chen Luoluo immediately said, "CEO, the meeting is about to begin, all the higher ups of the different departments are already waiting in the conference room, where are you going?"

"Tell them the meeting is canceled!"

After Jing Rong finished speaking, he bypassed Chen Luoluo and directly left, not even turning his head back.

Looking at his retreating back, Chen Luoluo curiously frowned.

What was going on? He was so angry.

After following Jing Rong for so many years, she had rarely seen him this angry.

… ….

At the same time, magic finger fairyland Bar.

Inside the private room, Jing Bao'er was standing on the sofa barefooted, holding a microphone, she was facing the big screen and singing out loud — —

"You have to love after you die. If you don't, you have to be unhappy to the extreme. How deep are your feelings? Only in this way will you be able to express your feelings. You have to die …."

Halfway through shouting, Jing Bao'er's voice cracked.

"F * ck, this is such a high pitch, who the hell can shout it out!" She cursed.

Taking a deep breath, she neatly tossed the microphone to the side, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and took a sip of the fruit wine …

After using the wine to moisten his throat, Jing Bao'er adjusted his sitting posture, lazily leaned back, crossed his legs, and began kowtowing.

He was not in a good mood, but no matter how he shouted, he was still not in a good mood.

"F * * k that shit!"

Cursing under her breath, she got up and opened the door to get some air.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, his collar was pulled from the back.

Jing Bao'er subconsciously stopped in her tracks. Frowning, she turned around with a dark face.

The first thing he saw was Luo Erchen's pair of enchanting face.

"Damn, Luo Erchen, why are you pulling me?"

Luo Erchen looked at her as the smile on his face grew wider.

It was still that same arrogant tone, that same beautiful face …

He found it extremely rare.

"It's not a weekend today, why would a lass like you come to a bar when she's in bad health and she's in school?" Luo Erchen took a step back and lazily leaned against the wall. He crossed his hands in front of his chest and asked.

"None of your business..."

"Did you f * cking eat gunpowder?" Luo Erchen asked.

"None of your business..."

"Stupid girl, I'm older than your fourth uncle by a year. Are you just going to talk to your elders like that?"

"It's none of your business..."

Before Jing Bao'er could finish her words, she was dragged to the wall by Luo Erchen.

Then he played with the wall again.

The unique fragrance of the young lady assaulted his nose, causing Luo Erchen's mind to waver.

"If you dare to be impolite to me again, do you believe that I will kiss you?"

"If you dare to tease me again, do you believe that this old lady will cripple you …"

"How are you going to cripple me?"

"Cut you into pieces, chop your balls! I'll make it so that you can't raise your hands for the rest of your life! " Jing Bao'er said.

"What a sharp tongued girl." Interesting, really interesting.

"What a shameless hooligan." Jing Bao'er replied.

"Damn you..." Looking at her face which was so ugly that it looked like twenty to eighty thousand children, Luo Erchen really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

[Where did this girl come from? She is so special!]

He clearly had no sense of shame, but he had made people unable to forget anything. He had made them want to play around with him.

"I'll count to three. If you don't let me go, I'll shatter your balls!"

"1 —"

"2 —"

"Three …"

Just as he finished the third count, Jing Bao'er was ready to arch his knees and push through the vital parts of his body to escape — —

However, she had used her legs to firmly press against her knee …

F * ck! He couldn't move.

"Bastard!" Let me go! " Jing Bao'er berated.

"Give me a kiss, I'll let you go."

F * ck!

Jing Bao'er was completely enraged.

In the next second, she smashed her head against his chin.

This collision had truly made Luo Erchen feel that it was not light at all.

He was in so much pain that he had to hold his chin and take a step back, "Damn, you've practiced the Iron Head Merit Art?"

"Of course! I'll see if you still dare to be cocky in the future! " Jing Bao'er proudly clapped his hands, his hands folded across her chest, her chin raised, her face filled with the joy of a victor.

"Aiya, f * * k, your guts are getting fatter and fatter. Do you believe that I won't cut you!?" Luo Erchen stroked his chin as he spoke.

In reality, he was only trying to scare the little girl. Looking at the little girl in front of him, she looked really pretty and watery. That stubborn small face was like a pinch of water that could come out at any time, how could he bear to cut it?

"Come come come come, hurry up and cut me up. If you cut me down, I'll f * cking tell the whole country, the young master of Presidential Palace is going to beat people, beat women!"

Then she made a face at him, changed her hands to her breasts, and faced him, shaking her head in defiance.

Her attitude truly angered Luo Erchen to the point of making him laugh.

Grandmother Di!

How could she have the appearance that a Jing Clan's young miss should have? She was simply a little scoundrel, a little hooligan.

"Can you not be so arrogant?" Luo Erchen took a stride forward, and used a finger to lightly pick up her chin as he joked.

"Scared?" She laughed with pride.

In the dim corridor, the girl's smile was like a bright sun, illuminating everything …

Afraid? It was the first time in his twenty-eight years that someone had asked him that question.

"Jing Bao'er!"

The cold voice penetrated his ears. Jing Bao'er could not help but turn her head to look at the direction of the voice.

was approaching her and Luo Erchen at a fast pace. Staring at his eyes, it was as if they were filled with ice.

"Take your dirty hands away!" Jing Rong coldly looked at Luo Erchen's hand that was holding Jing Bao'er's chin, and berated him harshly.

"What if I don't?" Luo Erchen continued to maintain his original position.

However, Jing Rong remained silent. His sword-like eyebrows knitted together and a fist swung straight at Luo Erchen's enchanting face.

His fist used eighty percent of his strength, causing Luo Erchen to stagger backwards until he reached the wall.

"Pah!" He gently rubbed his face that was hurting from the punch while spitting out blood. Looking at Jing Rong's eyes, he felt like he was on fire.

"Rong Sishao, did you f * cking eat gunpowder? "You even hit me..."

"If you dare to provoke a member of my Jing Clan, I will beat you up lightly. How your Young Master Chen spends her name outside, and how drunk she is, is your own business. I don't care, but today, you provoked my Jing Clan. This matter, I must care!"

The cold tone carried no trace of warmth.

That cold aura shocked the entire audience!

With that said, Jing Rong directly grabbed onto Jing Bao'er's wrist and forcefully pulled her out.

The familiar smell of peppermint water and tobacco mixed together on his body assailed her nostrils, causing her to feel mixed emotions from the bottom of her heart.

"Hey, hey, Fourth Uncle, pull me a little more gently …" Your wrist is almost broken from your grip! " Jing Bao'er struggled as she followed closely behind him.

She had been pulled by him, so she could be said to be in a daze.

In front of an empty room, Jing Rong stopped in his tracks, and directly pulled Jing Bao'er into the private room. "Bang!"