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Name:Cold President, Hug Me Author:
Twelve years!

The most beautiful time of 12 years is to feed the dog like this.

Sitting on the cold ground, jingbao'er is crying.

When she loves her, what she says is what.

Once you don't love her, she's nothing.

She really did not expect that one day, she thought that she loved her fourth uncle deeply and would treat her and her children like this.

He is so cruel.

She not only pushed her into the cell, but also killed her baby.

In order to get rid of her completely, he did everything he could.

In terms of cruelty, I'm afraid no one in the world can match Jing Rong any more.

"Jingrong, Jingrong! My Jingbao is really blind... " Jingbao'er cried and whispered to himself.

At this moment, she was in agony

The more I think about it, the more I feel that it is meaningless to live.

Her deep love, her faith, her happiness and her life have been completely broken

What's the meaning of her life?

No

No more.

It's better to die clean than to live like this.

After all, living in this world, there is no one, anything, worthy of her concern.

Death

She wants to die

Covering her painful abdomen, jingbao'er bites her lower lip hard, shakes up, tries her best to retreat to the door of the secret room, and then runs up quickly

When she was about to get close to the opposite wall, jingbao'er tried her best to bump her forehead against the wall

The next second, when it was dark, Jingbao didn't know anything.

……

When Jing bao'er opened her eyes again, she was still in the secret room.

Standing beside her bed, there are still only Su Ju and Dr. Bai.

And her whole person has been tied to the bed, mouth stuffed with white towel, head wrapped with white gauze.

Seeing their faces, jingbao'er burst into tears.

Just now, she thought she was going to die.

She thought she would be free.

But unexpectedly, she didn't die.

In the TV series, they are all deceiving. They hit the wall and commit suicide. Sometimes, they can't die.

Now she really doesn't want to live or die

Jing bao'er smiles bitterly in her heart and wants to ask Su Ju and Dr. Bai why she wants to save her, but she can't speak at all.

These two people, in order to prevent her from committing suicide, not only tied her to the bed, but also blocked her mouth with a towel. How could they be afraid that she would bite her tongue and commit suicide after she could not move

Ha ha!

"Well Well... " Jingbao'er wants to talk and beg them to give him a poison.

But I can't say a word.

My mouth is blocked by a towel. I feel terrible.

"Miss Jing, don't continue to struggle Before you are sentenced, we will tie you here like this, eat and drink Lhasa, and then there will be special people to serve you... " Su kudao.

Hearing Su Ju say this, Jing bao'er even more collapsed.

It will take at least a whole month from now to the sentence.

A month's time, so tied here alive, can't speak, can't move, can't die, can only be a living dead, that how collapse.

"The president knew that you committed suicide and specially told me not to let you die. Miss King, you don't need to die, you just need to accept the punishment you should accept..." The Soviet bureau also said.

In fact, these words were never said by Jing Rong, but by master Jing.

The prospect of the old man specially told him that jingbao'er is here, no matter what happened, can only tell him, can't let Jingrong know.

After Jing bao'er committed suicide, he told him about it, but Jing only told him that he could not let Jing bao'er die, and asked him to take a message to Jing bao'er in the name of Jing Rong.

From the Jing family's accident to now, the Soviet Bureau has witnessed many things. Combined with all kinds of things, the Soviet bureau can probably guess one or two of all things.

He knows that the relationship between Jing bao'er and Jing Rong is not general, and he also knows that the child in Jing bao'er's stomach must be Jing Rong's.

It's just because of this that master Jing would take great pains to do so many things.

Su Bureau's heart, although with Ming, mirror like, but these things, he still can only deeply buried in his heart, can't tell anyone.

The president's private affairs, if he dare to speak out, he will face what kind of outcome, he is clear.After hearing Su Ju's words, Jing bao'er's heart was painfully cramped again.

Ha ha

Jing Rong knew that she had committed suicide, but she was only given such a sentence by Tosu Bureau. She didn't even come to see her.

He's really tough.

Once Jing Rong was a symbol of love. Now Jing Rong is a symbol of hate.

Indelible hate!

Eternal, indelible hatred.

"By the way, the president wants me to tell you that when Miss Jin Huina's injuries are completely recovered, their wedding will continue..." The Soviet bureau also said.

This is what master Jing taught Su Ju.

Hearing this, Jing bao'er just slowly closed his eyes.

It was like a piece of iron which had been burning in the fire all day. In an instant, it fell on her heart.

Her heart, in an instant, was cooked

It hurts. It really hurts.

I know that she is dying because of these things.

But he still wanted to cruelly let Su Bureau tell her such words.

Jingrong, Jingrong

Why didn't I recognize you earlier!

At this moment, jingbao'er wanted to shout out his grievances.

How she wanted to scream and cry.

However, the towel is mercilessly blocking her mouth, but she only has "no, no..." There is no way to make any other sound.

Mingming is suffering and wants to die, but her mouth is sealed like this. She can't make any sound at all!

This feeling is really suffocating!

Suffocating!

Suffocating to death!

With her eyes closed, jingbao'er wants to be reckless and painful, but she can't do it at all.

All kinds of depressed emotions mixed together, like a thousand year old beast with a big mouth open, in an instant, devouring her whole person.

"Miss Jing, you can take care of yourself. Let's go out first..." Su kudao.

With that, Su Ju waved to Dr. Bai and motioned her to leave.

After su Ju and Dr. Bai left, there was only Jing bao'er left in the dark room.