Play Nice

Chapter 107: Chapter 107

On the way back, the car drove very slowly.

The business leader on the co-pilot is still thinking, his head is like a chicken pecking at rice, lift up, click down, lift up, click down...

Jing Zhao turned his head to look a few times: "Sleepy?"

"Sleepy."

"Sleep when you're sleepy." Jing Zhao turned up the heat in the car.

"Don't sleep." Shang Lingling's eyes were already trapped in physiological tears, "The world of lions always lurks a crisis - a crisis from the same kind. In the bushes outside, two stray lions are waiting for an opportunity to seize the territory and take possession of the lion. group……"

Gradually, she closed her eyes and became quiet.

After half an hour's drive, the scene was held for nearly five or ten minutes, and it was already late at night when we arrived at Xingyue Mansion.

Jing Zhao backed the car into the parking space, and Shang Lingling was still sleeping after the car was turned off.

"Business leader."

She didn't wake up.

Jing Zhao stayed in the car for about a quarter of an hour, then sat quietly, occasionally looking at her.

It was almost eleven o'clock, he got out of the car, went around to the co-pilot, opened the door, and called her again.

"Business leader."

She slept soundly.

Jing Zhao had to lean over, unfasten her seat belt, take off his jacket and cover her, and carry her out of the car.She found a comfortable position and slept soundly.

With her weight, Jing Zhao had no difficulty at all. When he arrived at the elevator door, he bent one foot and gave her a support before freeing up his hand to press the elevator.

She snorted: "Jing Zhao..."

"Ah."

She didn't wake up.

At the door of her house, Jing Zhao put her down, carefully avoiding the plaster on her hand, and supported her arm with one hand.

"Leader."

Jing Zhao said, "Give me the key."

The business leader didn't make a sound, and his face drilled into his arms.

Jing Zhao had no choice but to say, "Offended."

He held her shoulders, made her face him, and leaned his body completely on him, so he was able to free his hands and first found her bag, which had no keys in it.

After hesitating for a while, he reached into her pocket and found a bunch of keys.

Her keychain is a lion wearing a black crown with a ruby ​​and acrylic camera strung on the lion.

Jing Zhao opened the door with the key, picked her up horizontally, entered the room, put her on the sofa, then brought a pillow and put it under her plastered hand.

There is a large gift box on the table.

When Jing Zhao just entered the door, he saw the original packaging box of the camera on the entrance cabinet. The gift box should contain the camera.

Jing Zhao stared at it for a while, then got up to get the blanket on the sofa on the right.

Shang Lingling opened his eyes and took his hand.

Jing Zhao didn't move, he was still half bent: "Awake?"

Shang Lingling was lying on the sofa, stretched out his two hands, wrapped them around the back of his neck, put them lightly around his neck, and pulled him down, his movements seemed to have been done thousands of times, both skilled and natural.

"Jing Zhao."

The drunkenness in her eyes was still in a state of confusion.

Jing Zhao agreed: "Yes."

She remembered, all day, and she said, "Happy birthday."

Jing Zhao didn't know what to say, so he said thank you.

Like in a dream, she hugged him with reliance: "Do you have a birthday wish?"

The witch has magic: "Tell me, what is your wish? I will help you realize it."

Jing Zhao has a wish.

He leaned over and let his shadow cover her...

At 28:[-], Ms. Lu called Jing Zhao, but no one answered.

"See treasure."

It's not good to call Jianbao, and Jingjian doesn't want to agree.

Ms. Lu's voice was an octave higher: "Jingjian!"

Jing Jian: "Why did you call me?"

Ms. Lu brought two big bags of small cakes and put them in front of him: "From the [-]st to the [-]th floor, each house will give one, and it's your brother's birthday."

From the [-]th to the [-]th floor, Jinghe East will send them off.

There is one thing I can't understand, why did Ms. Lu choose 1112 as Jing Zhao's birthday?He can't ask, in this family, Jing Zhao's life experience is a first-class secret.

Seven years ago, Ms. Lu fooled him like this: "Our family used to be poor, and your brother was fostered in someone else's house. There is no doubt that he is your brother."

Of course Jing Jian didn't believe it, he was only young at the time, and he wasn't a fool.

The cake was sent down from the high-rise building, and it was finally delivered to the second floor in more than half an hour, and there were only a few cakes left in the bag.

Jing Jian got out of the elevator and pressed the doorbell of 202.

The people in the room whispered, "Who is it?"

Jing Jian reported to his home: "The landlord's son."

The girl's voice was clear and crisp: "Wait a minute."

Jing Jian waited for more than a minute before someone came to open the door. Before it was fully opened, the lock was open, but there was still a chain hanging on the door, and a face was exposed through the crack of the door.

It's that mysterious woman.

She was wearing a mask again, but no sunglasses, and her eyes were round, like two shiny black grapes.

She looked at the person through the crack of the door: "Is something wrong?"

Jing Jian said, "Today my brother's birthday, come to deliver cake."

Zhong Yunyun thought for a while and opened the door.

She didn't wear the black down jacket that looked like a silkworm chrysalis, she was wearing a coral fleece pajamas from SpongeBob SquarePants and a woolen hat, which looked fluffy and soft.

Jingjian gave her the cake, two.

She took it with both hands: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Jingjian walked away with the bag.

Zhong Yunyun quietly stuck out his head, clawed at the door, and peeked out.When she couldn't see anyone, she closed the door, went back to the room, and continued what she didn't do just now - registering a game account.

username……

She thought about it and typed in: a mysterious woman.

　*****
　　Seeing a lot of cuteness made me burst, I couldn't help but think of a joke.

　　"Why didn't you go to Tsinghua? Is it because you don't like it?"

　　"Why don't you break out? Is it because you don't like it?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)