Play Nice

Chapter 121: 121
"Then you have to remember."

"Ah."

Shang Lingling was lying on the bar counter and continued to shake her cheerful coccyx.

"It's too cold on the table, sit down."

"Oh."

The business leaders sat down obediently.

It's nice to have a boyfriend.

Jing Zhao still had something to say, poured another cup of hot tea and put it in her hands to warm her hands.

He pulled out the chair and sat down: "Leader."

"Ah."

She likes Jing Zhao calling her like that.

She was very fortunate that her name was a folded character, and Jing Zhao's voice was low, and the two words came out of his mouth.

"If I don't do well, you have to communicate with me and don't think about it."

The business leader does not need to communicate in such an inefficient way, she uses a cage.

Jing Zhao is like a roundworm in her stomach.

"Then if I don't do well, you can teach me well." She also gave a vaccination, "You can't break up."

Jing Zhao said yes.

After getting the "death-free gold medal", the villain in Shang Lingling's heart began to dance: "It's agreed, it can't be changed."

"Ah."

In such a good atmosphere, Shang Lingling felt that he could kiss.

Jing Zhao didn't talk about romance, he talked about life and death, so solemnly: "If one day, I have an accident-"

Shang Lingling covered his mouth and hummed dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing, saying such unlucky things on the first day of dating."

to say.

He wants to plan for the worst for her, and he wants to reserve a way for her.

He took her hand away: "If one day, I have an accident, you have to live well." He was tough, even a little stubborn, "Promise me."

She will go with him.

She lied: "I see." She didn't want to talk about this, she pretended to be angry and complained, "You're a disappointment, Teacher Jing."

What happened in these seven years?She always felt that Jing Zhao was hiding a lot of things, and she even suspected that it was not because of those pictures that others were afraid to take that he was often injured.

She thought to herself that she must make him love her more and be inseparable from her in the future, and then stumble on his feet so that he can no longer travel far.

After the business was finished, Jing Zhao relaxed: "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"Not hungry."

"Go back to Huacheng?"

"It's too late, it won't be safe to drive, come back tomorrow."

Jing Zhaodu followed her: "My residence is near here, you can go to my place to sleep for one night." There is no heating in the studio, so no one can live there.

"What about you?"

The business leader wants to sleep together.

Jing Zhao said, "I'm going to the hotel."

No wonder He Jiang said that he was a monk, so he observed the etiquette of men and women.

"No." Shang Lingling was unhappy, "How can you leave your girlfriend alone on the first day of a relationship."

Not to mention the tone of resentment.

Jing Zhao explained: "I only have one bed there."

"I can sleep on the sofa."

How could Jing Zhao let her sleep on the sofa.

He compromised and took her back to his residence in Tongxiang Bay, which was only 10 minutes' drive from Luwa Hutong.

The 130-square-meter house has three rooms, one is used as the master bedroom, one is used for office work, and the other is converted into a simple darkroom by Jing Zhao.He is a photographer with a strong sense of art. The interior decoration is done by himself. It is a style that Shang Lingling has never seen before. Every place seems to be very casual, but comfortable and free.

Jing Zhao warmed up a glass of milk for her: "Sit here for a while, and I'll change the sheets."

It means she sleeps in bed.

Shang Lingling pulled his clothes and refused to let him go: "No need to change."

"Then I'll get you clothes too."

She let go: "Oh."

Jing Zhao went to the bedroom, and Shang Lingling followed him.She hadn't been to his side. She looked around. The bedroom was neat and tidy. The curtains were off-white, the same color as the carpet. Other than that, there are no other decorations. The biggest decoration highlight is the wall, which is not flat, with bumpy lines, like a painting, but she can't understand the meaning of the composition.

Jingzhao doesn't live here often, and there are not many clothes in the closet.

"No new pajamas," he asked Shang Lingling, "you wear mine?"

Shang Lingling didn't know what he was excited about: "Yeah!"

Jing Zhao gave her clean pajamas and went to the bathroom.

Shang Lingling also followed to the bathroom.

He brought her a new toothbrush and a new towel: "There is no new toothpaste, you use mine."

"it is good."

The little girl's eyes rolled, and there were two small boats in her head, and they would swing happily with a little bit of wind and waves.

Jing Zhao's eyes were calm. He turned on the heater in the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature of the faucet: "I'm outside, call me for something."

He took a new tumbler out of the cupboard.

His series of thoughtful services made the business leaders feel at home, and they were very... not very passionate.

Shang Lingling: "Oh."

Jing called out.

Shang Lingling sighed, hey, he didn't offend her at all.

Shang Lingling finished washing up quickly and went out wearing Jing Zhao's pajamas: "I'm done."

Because there was no makeup remover, she washed her face several times, her face was red from rubbing, the hair on her forehead was wet, and the men's pajamas on her body did not fit, which made her petite and lovely, the collar could not cover her collarbone, and she had taken a shower. The skin is pinkish.

Jing Zhao only glanced at it and looked away: "It's very late, go to bed now."

Business leader: "..."

After being at home, she felt "father's love like a mountain" again.

"Boom."

It was the sound of the yellow bubbles popping in her head.

Like a frosted eggplant, she walked to the bedroom dejectedly.

Jing Zhao got up and went to the bathroom.

The business leader who had entered the bedroom was clawing at the door, and his head came out again: "Jing Zhao."

"Ah."

Jing Zhao changed his route and walked to her door: "What's the matter, is there anything else you need?"

"We've already dated, why are you still the same as before?" She scratched at his door, "Am I a guest? Be so polite to me."

At the moment, she looked very much like Jing Qianqian, who was forced by Ms. Lu to lose weight and only eat half a bowl of cat food.

At this time, Jing Qianqian would roll in front of Jing Zhao and show him her uneaten belly.

Jing Zhao will either feed it a little more, or touch its belly to make it calm down.

Like Jing Qianqian, she has a small temper.

Jing Zhao laughed: "Guests can't stay overnight here, and guests can't sleep in my bed or wear my clothes."

He propped up the wall with his hands, leaned down slightly, and kissed the corner of the business collar's lips lightly: "I can't use my toothpaste."

A touch of water, delicate and gentle.

"Okay, go to sleep."

He is good at coaxing.

Shang Lingling snorted and went back to the bedroom in a daze.

Jing Zhao helped her close the door.

She lay down on Jing Zhao's bed, her body was in big letters, the stamina of the kiss slowly came up, her blood swelled little by little, and her face began to heat.

Ah!
She is dying!

I'm going to be killed by my boyfriend Su!

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　　I eat this ascetic gentleman's order so far.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)