Play Nice

Chapter 113 113: Jing Zhao admits that he likes to be the leader, and the marriage ends (one more

Shang Lingling blushed, raised his head slightly, and looked at Jing Zhao's beautiful eyes: "Why do you have peach blossoms everywhere you go?"

He smiled, a slight upward arc at the corners of his mouth.

Shang Lingling compares his hands to leaves, holds his chin, and smiles like a flower: "Is this the most beautiful one?"

Jing Zhao nodded: "Yes."

He has photographed the most beautiful faces in the world, the beauties of various countries, wild peach blossoms, winter snow and spring rain, mountains and rivers, and stars and seas.

But he still thinks the business leader is the most beautiful.

"Let's go."

Shang Lingling pulled his sleeve: "Give me the umbrella, and I'll get it for you."

He said, "No."

Shang Lingling's expression was very serious, and his tone was a bit obedient to please: "Give it to me, I want to take it."

Jing Zhao's umbrella was never allowed to be touched by others, not Chen Yedu, nor Jing Jian, not even Ms. Lu and Jing Hedong.

But he gave the umbrella to Shang Lingling without thinking.

The business leader got the umbrella, hugged it happily, walked briskly, and followed Jing Zhao out of the mall with a brisk jump.

Jing Zhao walked to the right of Shang Lingling, keeping a distance within reach of her.

He opened the co-pilot's door first, but Shang Lingling didn't go up and stood still with his umbrella in his arms.

"Why don't you get in the car?"

Her eyes were bright and sparkling, like a little fox, smart and cunning: "I'll help you get an umbrella."

Jing Zhao didn't know what she was thinking about: "So what?"

So yeah.

She smiled brightly and happily: "I helped you, do you owe me a favor?"

Jing Zhao guessed what she was going to say.

"Do you remember what you promised me before?" It doesn't matter if you don't remember, Shang Lingling will help him remember, "If you owe me a favor, you must take a photo for me."

No wonder she took an umbrella.

She handed the umbrella to Jing Zhao, and the sweater necklace on her neck was exposed. It was a little lion with demon tentacles: "Jing Zhao, I want you to return your favor."

Jing Zhao didn't like to owe favors, so it was difficult to make him owe favors.

When the agreement was made, Jing Zhao even thought about what kind of catastrophe he would have to encounter before the business leader could seize the opportunity, but he never imagined that she would use an umbrella to ask for it so easily. Favor.

In fact, if she used the incident at Yunjiang Funeral Home to ask for favor, he would not refuse, but she just took an umbrella and asked him to bow his head so confidently.

"Shang Lingling," he said, "you are being rude."

Shang Lingling stood in front of him, imposing enough: "Yes, I'm just cheating."

This is the confidence that Jing Zhao gave her.

She asked, "Then you still haven't returned the favor?"

What kind of favor is that.

Jing Zhao took the umbrella, and the colored shadow of the neon glowed in his eyes: "Well, still."

He conceded.

Shang Lingling can already be sure that this time she really picked a star, and the star did not burn her hand.

Xingxing also secretly kissed her hand.

When we returned to Xingyue Mansion, it was already twelve o'clock.

Jing Zhao sent the business leader to the door, and then said his mantra: "Go to bed early."

"You go to bed earlier too."

Less than a quarter of an hour apart, Shang Lingling called Jing Zhao.She was lying on the bed in the bedroom, and Jing Zhao was on the balcony of the eighteenth building.

"Jing Zhao."

Jing Zhao always answered her in a low voice: "Well."

Her tone was light, and she showed her good mood without hesitation: "When are we taking pictures?"

Jing Zhao said, "It's up to you."

When his voice is lowered, it's a little sour, very sexy.

Shang Lingling couldn't help but drive rockets in her head. If she was in bed in the future, she would make him say a lot of shameful and disgusting things.

Stop.

She put the phone on the handsfree and put it on the pillow, lying on her stomach, her feet stood up, her feet were shaking, and her hands were covering her hot face: "Is it ok this weekend?"

Jing Zhao is very good at talking today, and he depends on her for everything: "Yes."

Shang Lingling was happy for a while, but he forgot to pretend to be reserved, and asked excitedly and impatiently, "Is it okay to wear anything?"

"Ah."

She covered her face and smiled badly: "Why don't you wear it?"

Jing Zhao was silent for a few seconds: "Also."

Ah ah ah ah ah!
Shang Lingling was frantically rolling around on the bed. If she had a tail like Jing Qianqian, then she must wag her tail to the eighteenth floor, then wrap her brother's waist and show him her most enchanting look.

It's all about large-scale photos, but Jing Zhao is always calm, with the tone of a veteran cadre: "Go to bed early."

Look, his catchphrase.

Shang Lingling ate a lot of candy today, so she can be good: "Okay." Her voice was sweet, "Good night."

She hung up first.

When Jing saw the game was over, he came out to drink water and saw that the light on the balcony was still on. He walked over and saw that Jing Zhao was still on the balcony. Wearing a thin sweater, it was already below zero outside.

Jing Jian held the thermos cup and went over: "Aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold," he said.

A small blue flower opened on the flower stand. The petals have four petals. The color gradually deepens from the edge to the stamen. It is very beautiful. Jingjian doesn't know what kind of flower it is.

It's good to grow some grass and flowers at home, but Jing Zhao is a person who has no life. If he doesn't make some mortal things, Jingjian will think that he has become a fairy.

When Jingjian saw him look up, he also looked up: "What are you looking at?"

Jing Zhao said, "The moon."

The moon again.

Since moving to the [-]th floor, Jing Zhao not only smoked cigarettes more often, but also watched the moon more often.Not long ago, Jingjian always saw him smoking, especially when Shang Lingling just moved in, but he hasn't seen him much these days.

Jingjian also probed and looked at the moon, the moon was still the same moon, sometimes round and sometimes lacking, he didn't think it was worth watching: "You like the moon so much?"

Jing Zhao raised his head slightly, and the profile of his face was like a painting by a master. It was a smooth and delicate outline. He said, "The moon is very beautiful."

This is the second time Jingjian heard this from Jing Zhao's mouth. The last time was in the hospital. He asked Jing Zhaoxi if he liked Shang Lingling, and Jing Zhao replied that the moon is beautiful.

Jing Jian suddenly wanted to understand.

"elder brother."

"Ah."

He understood, understood the meaning behind Jing Zhao's sentence "The moon is beautiful": "The moon is a business leader, right?"

Jing Zhao once went to the Baiqiong Desert in Surman with Paqi.

If you have the opportunity, you must go to see the night sky of the desert, which is wider than the city, the stars are very bright, and the moon is beautiful.

The bonfire beside it was lit.

Pachi was holding the flat cake that the natives of the desert gave during the day. It was very dry and hard to eat: "My grandmother said, I should marry a wife and keep it for myself."

Vergaranka's native dialect spoken by Paige.

Jing Zhao was on the opposite side of the fire, listening to him quietly.

"What's there to keep? It's a waste of time for other girls. I have offended so many people, and I have so many enemies. Maybe one day I'll be hacked to death while walking on the road."

Jing Zhao picked up the stick, poked the fire, and with a crackling sound, the sparks exploded.

Yes, he may be hacked to death one day.

Pachi chewed the cake and asked him, "Little Jiuye, do you have a girl you like?"

He nodded, "Yeah."

Paige had never heard him say anything about men and women, so she felt strange and curious: "Where is she then?"

Jing Zhao looked at the fire in the wood pile, his eyebrows and eyes were very gentle, his tone was soft, and he drifted into the distance with the wind: "In the empire."

Pachi twisted the kettle with one hand and took two sips boldly: "What kind of girl?"

Jing Zhao lay down and looked at the night in the desert and the moon high above.

"Can't tell?" Pachi understands, after all, the identity of the little nine masters is special, "When you can't help it, you can use the pronoun."

Jing Zhao stretched out his hand and went to pick the moon: "The moon is beautiful."

Pachi immediately understood that the girl that the little nine masters liked was the moon of the empire.

At this moment, Jing Jian finally understood.

"The moon is a business leader, right?"

Jing Zhao smiled: "Well."

The name given to the business leaders in his address book is the moon, the moon on the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the moon on the Ghost Festival.

"You like her, don't you?" Jing Jian affirmed this time.

Jing Zhao turned his head, without avoiding Jing Jian's exploratory gaze: "Well, I like her." This time, he admitted frankly, "I like her very much."

To hear this kind of resignation from Jing Zhao's mouth is as hard as heaven.

He is a person with much restraint, he has faith, and there are things that must be done but have not been done yet. If he is willing to jump into the red dust of the wind and the moon, it is as difficult as going to the sky.

The business leader did it.

Jing Jian was really shocked tonight: "Brother, aren't you unmarried?"

"That's right." Jing Zhao touched the old watch on his wrist and the scar on the inside of his index finger, "So if you don't get married, you can't stop."

Jing Jian's heart skipped a beat.

It's over, his brother is stubborn.

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　　I wish that the treasures who want to weld clothes on their bodies are also true desires, and Su Qi is also true Su.Today is also the day of being called a shark crazy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)