Play Nice

Chapter 162: Chapter 162
"I told you," the girl complained in a sweet, innocent voice, "Why don't you cry when you don't see the coffin?"

Ming Yuexi pressed her scalp with her hand and turned around suddenly: "What are you doing—"

She didn't finish her sentence.

Shang Lingling held her head and bumped against the wall with just the right amount of force.

Ming Yuexi's eyes turned black in an instant, her limbs were all soft, and she had no strength to struggle, so she let Shang Lingling drag her clothes and drag her into the bathroom.

She swung her hands and feet around, shouting for help.

bang——

The bottle of toner was smashed by the business collar, and she pushed the person into the bathtub with strength in her hand: "Stop shouting."

Ming Yuexi closed her mouth instinctively.

Shang Lingling turned on the shower head, poured water into the bathtub, then squatted down, picked and picked from the pile of debris, and finally picked one that looked sharper.

Ming Yuexi kept shrinking behind the bathtub, looking terrified: "Don't, don't come here!"

She was dizzy and her legs were weak. She struggled twice but couldn't get up. The thick coat had been soaked in the cold water, and the clothes had absorbed water heavily and dragged her down.

The water splashed out and got on the shoes. Shang Lingling frowned and stepped back. Her voice was soft and soft, and she asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

Ming Yuexi was trembling, afraid and cold. She didn't dare to look into Shang Lingling's eyes, those were beautiful and extremely dangerous eyes.

"If you're afraid, be smart in the future, don't jump around in front of Jing Zhao, and live with your tail between your legs, understand?"

Ming Yuexi gritted her teeth and didn't answer.

The shards of glass slid across the bathtub, making a very harsh sound, and Shang Lingling asked again: "Do you understand?"

The light in her eyes was like the moon in the wilderness before the storm. There were solitary graves everywhere, and there were no ghosts, and it was enough to make people terrified.

Ming Yuexi nodded desperately.

She thought Shang Lingling would let her go, but Shang Lingling grabbed her hand.

"you--"

There was only screaming behind.

It was getting late, and the sun, which was not very strong, was covered by clouds. The cold currents were going northward these few days, and the outdoor temperature was very low.

The house was fully heated.

He Jiang was busy in a sweater, and the desk in the office was full of photos, one by one of old people.

Some are laughing, some are deep.

When Jing Zhao came downstairs, He Jiang said, "Mr. Jing, the photos are all framed."

Jing Zhao walked over and checked them one by one: "You find someone to send the photos to Hexian, be careful on the way, don't break them."

These photos are the posthumous photos taken for the elderly in He County, which have been developed and mounted.He Jiang replied with an OK gesture and turned to contact the dispatcher.

Jing Zhao took a call from Chen Yedu and went to the hospital.

Chen Yedu was discharged from the hospital today.

When there was no one else in the ward, Jing Zhao asked, "Where's your assistant?"

"Business trip."

"You're getting me more and more easily."

Chen Yedu raised his hand: "I can't drive a car with my hand."

He wanted to use Fang Lushen, but the people's police were too busy.

Jing Zhao went to go through the discharge procedures, and just walked to the elevator entrance of the VIP building, someone called him from behind.

"Jing Zhao."

Jing Zhao knew who it was, but ignored it, pressed the floor, and was waiting for the elevator.

It was Ming Yuexi, she was hospitalized again, and news came out that she committed suicide again.

She may have been really hurt this time, her face was as white as paper: "It's not because I don't know how to judge, it's because of Ruby, right?"

Jing Zhao looked up at the indicator light, the elevator hadn't come down yet, he was a little irritable waiting.

Ming Yuexi pushed the infusion stand and walked over: "Just because you took pictures of me?"

Jing Zhao thought that he had a good temper and was rarely angered by others. He clenched the handle of the umbrella tightly, stomped it on the ground twice, and made a sound.

He turned back: "You still don't know where you went wrong."

His eyes are dark, and if he looks in, he seems to be on a bottomless cliff.

"You and Liang Jianbin hit my girlfriend's idea at the killing banquet, do you think I would not know?"

The day after the business leader went to the banquet, Jing Zhao let people find out what Liang Jianbin was.

"Liang Jianbin will be sentenced to at least 15 years." This is what the lawyer hired by Jing Zhao said.

As for Ming Yuexi, Jing Zhao didn't add any more fire, it was his greatest tolerance, and it was an explanation to the one in the sky.

"Girlfriend?" Ming Yuexi smiled and sneered, "Then do you know what kind of person your girlfriend is?"

She pulled up her sleeves, revealing the bandages on her wrists, with red bloodstains on them: "She cut it."

Thirteen stitches were stitched on her hand, which was cut by broken glass of toner. The doctor said that if Hua Tuo came back to the next centimeter, she would have to go underground to report.

She gritted her teeth: "She's a lunatic."

The elevator has arrived.

Jing Zhaoxuan glanced at Ming Yuexi's hand, and his voice was cold: "You don't need to tell me what kind of person she is."

At seven o'clock, Jing Zhao hadn't come back yet. Shang Lingling ordered takeaway and was about to clear the lunch box on the table when he heard the door open.

"Jing Zhao!"

She ran to the entrance, and Jing Zhao was hanging an umbrella.

She rushed over, hugged him, and raised her head with a smile: "You're back."

"have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

She wrapped her arms around Jing Zhao's neck and didn't notice the blood on the sleeves of the sweater.

Jing Zhao naturally took her hand, held the sleeve, and dragged her into the house.

"What did you do at home today?" he asked casually.

"I went to Reli Media in the afternoon, the company has a new boss, and I signed a new contract."

The business leader put the unfinished water on the table.

Jing Zhao let go of her hands, took off her jacket, drank half a glass of water from her cup, rolled up her sleeves, and packed the lunch box on the table.

He asked Shang Lingling, "Do you want to be an artist?"

"I don't want to, but dubbing and foley are very interesting." Shang Ling led over to get the trash can in the kitchen. "The director of operations of Reli Media said that he can give me a dubbing program."

"Well, then what?"

"I refused. I don't want to show my face. The Internet celebrity is just a sideline. I prefer to be a cosmetic surgeon."

Jing Zhao threw the packed lunch box into the trash can.

Shang Lingling stuck behind him like a tail: "Why don't you ever ask me about my sideline? Do you know what kind of internet celebrity I am?"

Jing Zhao nodded: "Ms. Lu told me."

When Shang Ling signed the company, she told Ms. Lu about becoming an internet celebrity, but she didn't say the vest number in the live broadcast room, mainly because she had told some very dark fairy tales in the live broadcast before, and she didn't want to affect her fairy. image.

She hugged Jing Zhao's waist from behind and went to the kitchen with him: "Do you know my live broadcast room?"

Jing Zhao turned on the faucet and washed his hands: "I know, I can find it."

Shang Lingling is quite famous in the ASMR circle, and you can find it by searching Ruby.

She tilted her head to look at him: "then have you seen my video?"

"Seen."

She quickly explained: "Those stories were all told by me."

Jing Zhao turned off the water, took out a piece of paper and wiped his hands before leading the business leader out: "You drew a picture in the live broadcast room, is it me?" He didn't mention those fairy tales.

The business leader nodded: "Yes."

She also said in the live broadcast that he was difficult to chase...

Jing Zhao boasted: "The painting is very good."

Shang Lingling's originally guilty eyes lit up: "Would you do such a thing? Hit a rocket for your girlfriend in the live broadcast room, and spend a lot of money!"

"will not."

She ran from the back to the front, hugging Jing Zhao's waist: "Why? Isn't your girlfriend cute? Why didn't you buy her a rocket?"

Jing Zhao said in a serious tone: "The platform will take a cut. It's better to donate this money."

Business leader: "..."

When Shang Lingling was washing in the bathroom, Jing Zhao answered the phone, but Shang Lingling did not hear the content of the call.

It was He Jiang who called: "Mr. Jing, the last payment from Qingshang Magazine has already been called."

With the laptop on, Jing Zhao's eyes did not fall on the screen, but at the bathroom door: "Donate."

"what?"

"Donated the money." He suddenly wanted to accumulate more virtue.

"Okay, Teacher Jing."

Shang Lingling came out after washing her underwear in the bathroom. She stood in front of Jing Zhao with a small pink basin. She was wearing his pajamas with three unbuttoned buttons, and her face was steamed with hot water until she was pink and tender.

"Jing Zhao, how do we sleep tonight?"

Jing Zhao looked at the computer screen: "You sleep in the bedroom."

"What about you?"

He stood up, probably wanting to help her dry her clothes, glanced at the clothes in the basin, stunned, and sat back again: "I sleep in the living room."

"..."

The business leader is very disappointed.

midnight.

The business leader got up to drink water. Seeing that there was no one in the living room and the bathroom door was unlocked, she pushed the door open.

"Jing Zhao."

The faucet in the wash basin was on.

When Jing Zhao saw her, he was stunned for a moment: "Why did you get up?"

She went in, still a little confused after waking up: "What are you doing?"

The washbasin was full of water, soaked in the sweater she was wearing today, and the foam on the sleeve had not been washed away.

Jing Zhao's expression was not very natural, so he turned his face away: "Wash your clothes."

The Shang Lingling Statue discovered something new, and looked very surprised: "This is my dress."

Jing Zhao is washing her clothes.

She is going to be proud.

Jing Zhao didn't say much, rinsed off the foam, and wrung the water dry: "Go to sleep, I'll go to dry the clothes."

Just as he turned around, a small hand grabbed the clothes around his waist.

"Jing Zhao."

Jing Zhao hummed and turned back.

Her eyes were like peach blossoms, or the kind that was soaked with water vapor after the rain.

"Jing Zhao."

With a delicate voice, the little girl got into his arms, raised her head and looked at him warmly.

"Go to bed." It was late.

She shook her head, her hands dishonest.

Jing Zhao held her hand, his voice rustling and low: "Leader, don't make trouble."

She tiptoed to kiss his Adam's apple: "Are you Jing Xia Hui?"

"I'm not."

The sweater was thrown on the ground, Jing Zhao closed the door, took the bath towel and put it on the table of the sink, turned off the light with one hand, picked up the business collar with one hand, and let her sit on the bath towel.

Shang Lingling shook his legs and just kicked Jing Zhao's waist lightly: "Why are you turning off the lights?"

He grabbed her leg and put it on himself: "Hold me, collar."

She obediently hugged him.

Without light, she could not see, and her hearing was acute.

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　　Sorry for being late.

　　Merry Christmas!
　　
　
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