Play Nice

Chapter 108: 108
Early the next morning, Ms. Lu Changan accompanied Jinghedong to buy vegetables, and met Ms. Wang Xiuhe and Ms. Zhang Yueyue in the community.

The three ladies chatted as they walked, from the cards on the mahjong court yesterday to Ms. Qu and Chen Weitao, and then to the social status of women in today's era.

With the background wall scene Hedong, the four of them were waiting for the elevator together.

The conversation shifted from women's social status to what to eat this morning.

Wang Xiuhe and Ms. Lu are carrying bags with the same logo.

"I also bought the fried dough sticks from this place."

Ms. Lu asked, "Have you ever tried his fried dumplings?"

"No." Wang Xiuhe said, "This is my first visit today."

"You can try it next time. The fried dumplings are quite nice."

Ms. Wang Xiuhe was successfully planted.

The elevator is coming.

Zhang Yue went in first, and the topic changed again: "Last night's cake was delicious, where did you buy it?"

Ms. Lu Changan shared the store name.

Ms. Zhang Yueyue was successfully planted.

The elevator door was about to close when someone came over, and Ms. Lu hurriedly pressed the door button.

It was the tenant on the second floor who advertised the banner.

Ms. Lu waved enthusiastically, "Come in."

The tenant lady wrapped herself tightly, looked inside the elevator in horror, and expressed her resistance with her only exposed facial features—eyes.

"No."

There are too many people, so let's take the stairs.

Socialist Zhong Yunyun covered his face, turned around and ran away.

Ms. Lu, who has social bullshit, doesn't understand.

Ms. Wang Xiuhe and Ms. Zhang Yueyue were also very incomprehensible.

Wang Xiuhe asked Ms. Lu, "Have you seen her face?"

Ms. Lu said, "No."

Zhang Yue said, "Neither did I."

It's been a while since the girl moved here, but no one has seen her face.

It's mysterious.

OK, she successfully attracted the attention of the staff of the Bagua Center.

Zhang Yue made a reasonable guess: "It won't be a criminal, right? The whole network is arresting that kind, so you don't dare to show your face?"

Wang Xiuhe nibbled on the fried dough sticks: "You're not too old to hear the voice."

Ms. Lu inferred: "It may also be a spy fighter."

Jing Hedong thought it was possible, the girl's footsteps were nimble and light, as if she had practiced.

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Because there was no alarm clock, Shang Lingling fell asleep until 09:30. When she woke up, she was lying on the sofa at home, covered with the quilt that was left at Jing Zhao's home last time.

There is a glass of water on the table.

She picked it up, the water was warm, she drank half a cup, put down the cup, picked up the bag on the carpet, found her mobile phone, and called Sister Zhou of the funeral home.

"Miss Zhou."

Sister Zhou heard her voice still hoarse: "Just woke up?"

"Well." She asked Sister Zhou for leave. "I won't be able to go to work in the morning, so I'll be there in the afternoon."

"I'm not busy today, and I'm fine if I don't come in the afternoon. You drank a lot yesterday. Get yourself some hot soup, so you can wake up and feel better."

"it is good."

Sister Zhou still has work, so she hung up the phone first.

Shang Lingling put down the phone, got into the quilt, and sniffed hard. It smelled of men's perfume, very light, and it smelled very cool.

She wrapped herself in the quilt and rolled on the sofa as the sun shone from the balcony and painted half of the living room golden.

The quilt was wrinkled by her, she got up, went to wash, then changed her clothes, and took the gift box to Jing Zhao's house.

It was very late now. She didn't know if Jing Zhao had gone out, but just as she was about to ring the doorbell, the door opened.

Jing Zhao was standing at the door. He must have just taken a shower and his hair was still dry.

Shang Lingling held the box: "Are you going out?"

He was carrying a camera bag and an umbrella in his hand.

"Well, there are filming jobs."

The atmosphere between them is a little subtle, and there is a sense of incomprehensible, as if everything is clear, and it seems that there is still a layer of haze.

Shang Ling gave the box in his hand to Jing Zhao: "Birthday gift."

He took it and thanked him.

He is usually a gentleman and polite, but today's politeness is a bit unnatural, which is very strange. It seems that the initiative has suddenly returned to Shang Lingling's side.

She asked, "You brought me back yesterday?"

"Ah."

"Thank you."

Jing Zhao remained polite: "You're welcome."

Shang Lingling took a step forward and smelled the scent of men's perfume.

People who are usually extremely restrained did not retreat this time, but tightened their fingers holding the umbrella handle.

The business leader smiled: "I drank too much last night, did I offend you?"

He replied, "No."

Under the sweater, the Adam's apple rolls.

Shang Lingling only remembered what happened before she fell asleep. After that, she seemed to have a dream, and the content of the dream was intermittent and endless.

"Then you are busy." She turned to go home.

Jing Zhao stopped her: "Shang Ling Ling."

She turned back: "Huh?"

His tone was inexplicably stern: "Drink less wine outside in the future."

"Do you care about me?" Shang Lingling already knew how to deal with him, "You are not my boyfriend, you can't control it."

Jing Zhao: "..."

Shang Lingling was waiting, and Jing Zhao also knew that she was waiting. Wait for him to surrender first, wait for him to push down his wall with his own hands, and let her lion enter the territory.

In the afternoon, Shang Lingling did not go to work, she received an invitation.

"Yuexi has a banquet in the evening, and I will also go." Liang Jianbin said, "Come here together, just in time to meet the director and finalize the dubbing."

The business leader pushed the boat smoothly: "Okay."

Then see who can play who.

She went out at two o'clock and met Ms. Lu in the community.

Ms. Lu asked her, "Leader, where are you going?"

"Go to the imperial capital."

"Is there something about the dubbing?" The business leader told Ms. Lu about this matter.

"Yes, the company asked me to meet the director."

Ms. Lu told her: "then you must be careful, don't be taken advantage of."

"Ok, I know."

Shang Ling led his car to the imperial capital.

Ming Yuexi's production team's final banquet was held in the bar, and the business leader arrived there after five o'clock and knocked on the door.

The door that Qiao Shuang came to open was full of people from the film and television industry, both in front of the stage and behind the scenes. Several business leaders had seen it on TV.

"Ruby," Liang Jianbin called to her, "come here quickly."

The business leader walked over.

Liang Jianbin introduced her to the people next to her: "Director Jiang, this is our company's artist, Ruby."

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　　The typo hasn't been checked yet.

　　What did Jing Zhao do on the night of his birthday, Lingling will soon remember.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)