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Jing Aotian's words, just like a raging fire, instantly lit the dynamite bag in Jing Rong's heart.

He couldn't help it.

He wanted to explode, but his innate quality and upbringing didn't allow him to.

Taking a deep breath, he frowned at Jing Aotian and said, "Dad, it's too much for you to say this. If bao'er and leisurely change their identities, bao'er is the one who does harm, leisurely is the one who is the victim, then you won't have this attitude now. The reason why you do this is that leisurely has blood relationship with you, but the child doesn't ！”

"So what..."

"No way No matter who makes a mistake, he has to accept the punishment of the law! Even if she is your own granddaughter, my own niece is no exception... " Jingrong is gnashing her teeth.

"Don't you think you're not normal, old four! If I hadn't known your character, I would have doubted that there was something between you and that girl Jing Aotian grabs his heart and says.

"It's you, not me, who are not normal. You shouldn't be forgiven for committing such a terrible mistake today. This child dares to pour sulfuric acid on bao'er now. When she comes to society in the future, she dares to fight against those who offend her and can't see her past. This child must be controlled. If we can't manage our family, we should leave it to the police. "

"No matter how horizontal people are, they will be honest when they go to prison."

Jing Rong said word by word.

Now, the reason why Jingrong doesn't have a big explosion is that it depends on its own will and cultivation.

"There is no room for discussion about this?" Asked master Jing.

Looking at Jingrong's resolute attitude, the old man is really flustered now.

Jingrong, he knows. Once he really decides to do something, no one can stop him. Even if he is a father.

"Yes..." Jing Rong responded without thinking.

When the old man heard Jingrong say this, his eyes were dark again.

Hard to take a deep breath, the old man once again seized the position of his heart, said, "I'm the face of a father, you're really not ready to give it, are you?"

"Those two children must take good care of them. If they don't care, it's over..." Jingrong road.

Even if looking at the king master is about to be gas faint, Jing Rong is still not half to retreat.

Jingrong is now determined to let Duan qianrong and Leng Youran be punished as they should be.

These two children are really too much. They touch his bottom line one by one and provoke the women he holds in his hands.

"If you are like this, how do you ask me to explain to your sister, and how do you face your sister?" Master Jing said again.

With that, master Jing began to pant.

"You can explain what you should do, and you can face what you should do." Jing Rong responded faintly.

"I do it for leisurely good I really can't continue to tolerate the child's mischief. " Jingrong road.

With that, Jing Rong gets up, presses out the cigarette end in his hand, and then prepares to go out.

"You're going to prepare for me, old four! You want to kill your father for Jingbao's sake The old man yelled, hysterical.

After hearing this, Jing Rong turns around and looks at the old man lightly. He responds indifferently, "I'm doing it for the sake of being carefree. I don't really want to teach her a lesson. She doesn't grow up in her life. I've made up my mind. Dad, don't get involved. It's useless for you to get involved. I have 10000 ways to put her in prison. "

"You You son of a bitch The old man got up and walked to Jingrong with trembling face. He pointed at him and scolded.

"You don't even listen to your father's words. You are really hard winged now!"

"Rebellious son..."! I'm a rebel. "

The old man continued to point at Jingrong, scolding word by word, venting his anger.

Thinking of his granddaughter going to jail, the old man is just like an ant on a hot pot!

He's in a hurry!

However, he knew that it was useless for him to be worried. Jingrong didn't let go of his words, and it was futile for him to think of a hundred ways.

If Jingrong wants to send leisurely to prison, no matter who it is, he can't stop it!

"Is that enough?" Jing Rong asked.

“……” The old man didn't speak. He just glared at Jingrong angrily. He looked at Jingrong as if he was going to swallow Jingrong alive.

Looking at the old man's silence, Jing Rong sighed, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "Dad, I really want to be carefree. That child really can't continue to spoil him..."

"Now that you've scolded me enough, I'll leave first. I have a lot of work to deal with..." Jingrong road.

With that, Jing Rong arranges his coat, bows respectfully to Jing Aotian, and then turns to walk outside"Stop!" Jing Ao Tian shouts.

Jingrong turns a deaf ear and continues to walk out.

"You stop..."

Jing Aotian scolds again.

Jing Rong still turned a deaf ear.

Jing Rong's performance has once again angered Jing Aotian.

He immediately picked up the cup on the tea table and smashed it directly at the back of Jingrong's head.

This time, the teacup hit Jingrong in the back of the head.

The heavy ceramic cup smashed on the back of his head in this way made Jingrong feel dizzy for a moment

It hurts!

It's very painful.

But he didn't say a word, just stopped and touched the back of his head.

When he saw that his fingers were stained with blood, he still didn't speak. He rubbed his bloody fingers against his coat, and then walked out of the door without looking back.

After Jingrong left, Jing Aotian, who was mad with anger, was unable to sit on the sofa, panting

He was really mad with anger, and now he is very anxious in his heart.

Jing Rong went out and got on the bus directly.

Sitting in the driver's seat, instead of directly starting the car, he pulled out a few paper towels from the tissue box inside the car and buckled them on the back of his head.

White tissue, covering the back of the head of the moment, bright red blood, all of a sudden will be white tissue to soak.

At this moment, the injured area on the back of the head is a little more painful than before.

Although it hurt, he didn't even frown.

For a master who has been licking blood on the tip of a knife for a long time and walking freely in the hail of bullets, this small injury is really nothing.

Several tissues were soaked with blood. Jingrong pressed down the window and threw away the bloody tissue. Then he took out several tissues from the tissue box and pressed them on the back of his head.