Play Nice

Chapter 148: Dirty Literature, Gentle Teacher Jing (One More)
Jing Zhao said in advance: "You can't make trouble, you can only sleep."

"Ok!"

Then Shang Ling led her blanket and pillow into Jing Zhao's tent.

After entering, she looked at him stubbornly, her eyes pure and straightforward, like a hungry lion cub waiting to be fed.

Jing Zhao pulled his sleeping bag to the left to make room.

"Lie down."

Shang Lingling: "Oh."

The green sleeping bag is piece by piece. After sleeping, it is bulging, really like a caterpillar.

The "green caterpillar" lay down, lying upright, with his body still, and his eyes moving fast.

Jing Zhao covered her with two blankets.

"how about you?"

He lay down beside him: "I'm not cold."

Shang Lingling turned over and lay on his side: "We can cover it together."

She rounded her body, arched, arched to Jing Zhao's side, and divided the blanket into half.

Jing Zhao put her outstretched hand back into the sleeping bag: "I turned off the lights."

"it is good."

Jing Zhao turned off the small lamp.

Winter nights are very quiet, there are no insects and birds, only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

The "green caterpillar" was quiet for only a few minutes.

"Jing Zhao."

Jing Zhao didn't sleep: "Huh?"

"I'm still cold." Shang Ling led a little further towards him, "Can we put the sleeping bags together?"

Jing Zhao didn't make a sound, and after a few seconds, he reached out to turn on the light, and zipped the two single sleeping bags together into a double sleeping bag.

The business leader finally got his wish and hugged Jing Zhao.

"So warm."

Jing Zhao pressed the edge of the blanket to prevent the wind from leaking in: "Go to sleep."

Another few minutes of silence.

"Leader."

"Ah."

Jing Zhao's breathing was a little more chaotic than before: "Be good."

Shang Lingling looked up: "I'm very good." She had a super good expression on her face.

Hands messing around in the sleeping bag.

Jing Zhao didn't stop her, so she became even more daring, and the whole person got in and lifted his clothes.

She kissed, the tattoo on his waist.

"Leader."

"Ok?"

Shang Lingling was a little dizzy and felt that it was hypoxia.

Jing Zhao picked her up and touched her face and forehead with the back of his hand: "Why are you so hot?"

Shang Lingling slapped his face twice with his hand: "I'm hot." Of course it's hot to do bad things.

Jing Zhao helped her lie down, and he got up to get the medicine box.

Shang Lingling had a fever of 38 degrees, and her "dirty literature" was ruined.

Before Jing Zhao went up the mountain, he had prepared some common medicines. There were antipyretic medicines in it, a large white pill.

He poured a cup of warm water, wrapped the collar tightly with a blanket, and asked her to sit up and lean on him: "Take the medicine."

Shang Lingling was not very good at swallowing pills, so he drank the whole glass of water before swallowing the pills.

Jing Zhao asked her to lie down again: "Is there any discomfort?"

She was a little dizzy, but she didn't feel relieved that she had just stolen incense and jade.

She shook her head: "There is nothing uncomfortable."

Jing Zhao put on his coat and sat next to her: "You go to sleep first, if the fever doesn't subside, we'll go down the mountain."

"Ah."

The businessman closed his eyes.

After a while, she opened her eyes again, without sleepiness, and looked at Jing Zhao through the faint light of the lamp.

She saw distress and guilt in Jing Zhao's eyes.

"Sorry collar."

"what?"

Jing Zhao patted her head very lightly. He didn't know how to coax people, and his movements were a bit clumsy: "You shouldn't have brought you to such a cold place."

It's that he's not doing well enough.

Miss Lion is precious and should not suffer.

"I don't like you saying sorry, I like you taking me to camp." Shang Lingling raised his head and touched Jing Zhao's hand with his face, a very attached gesture, "This is my first time out camping, The first time I watched a movie outside, the first time someone accompany me to watch the lion."

Jing Zhao touched her face, but it was still very hot: "You can't lie, you have to tell me something uncomfortable."

When I just took the medicine, the pills could not be swallowed, and they were tossed in my throat several times.

She frowned her delicate brows: "Is it hard to count?"

"Calculate."

Jing Zhao took out the peanut candy that the old man had given him from the bag, chewed it into pieces, and went to kiss the business collar.

Patience, long, gentler than ever.

Shang Lingling quickly subsided the fever, but Jing Zhao didn't sleep a night.

Because the business leader was leading the cold, although it was all right, Jing Zhao was uneasy and refunded the train ticket for the next day, delaying his return by a day.When leaving, Aunt Gen brought a lot of side dishes to Shang Ling, and the village chief's wife gave her a large bag of fried pumpkin seeds at home.

Jing Zhao bought motion sickness pills that were placed behind his ears, and Shang Lingling did not get motion sickness again.The train was late, and it didn't arrive at Hwaseong Station until eight o'clock in the evening. Jingjian drove to pick them up.

As soon as the door opened, Ms. Lu immediately ran to the entrance excitedly: "It's finally here." She turned her head and shouted, "Husband, heat up the dishes."

"Meow."

Jing Qianqian, who has always been noble and not in the company of humans, rarely moved her body. She came out of the cat's nest, wagged her tail lazily, and walked to Jing Zhao's side.

The heating was turned on in the room, Jing Zhao took off his coat and put it on the sofa.

"Leader, give me the medicine."

One of the cold medicines that Shang Lingling had to take before meals was a granule.She gave the medicine bag to Jing Zhao, and he took it to brew.

Ms. Lu took the business collar and sat down, and looked at her left and right, with a distressed expression: "Look, this little face is thin."

Shang Lingling pinched his waist: "I'm not thin, I ate well in Hexian."

Ms. Lu still felt thin, and called to the kitchen, "Husband, is the soup hot?"

Jing Hedong was busy in the kitchen: "It's been on fire all the time."

Ms. Lu got up and went to the kitchen to get the soup for the merchant.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated, it wasn't Shang Lingling's phone, it was Jing Zhao's phone that fell out of his pocket.

The caller's number was recognized by Lingling. She had checked Ming Yuexi's information before and remembered her number.

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　　good morning~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)