Play Nice

Chapter 165: Chapter 165
The next day, dark clouds swallowed the sun, and it was cloudy.

Qin Xiang followed Chen Yedu into the group.

The assistant director of the crew saw that there was a girl suddenly, and asked, "This is?"

Chen Yedu said, "Assistant."

It's a real assistant, the kind that has to work, from Chen Yedu's work arrangement to eating and taking medicine, all "assistants" are busy before and after.

Qin Xiang stayed in the imperial capital for the time being, and Shang Lingling and Jing Zhao returned to Huacheng that morning.

Jing held the car too slowly and was very hypnotized, and she fell asleep in the car.

"Leader."

She opened her eyes in a daze: "Well..."

"Get off."

"Oh."

A mark was pressed on Shang Lingling's face.

While waiting for the elevator, the business leader pouted and went to kiss Jingzhao.

There were footsteps behind.

Jing Zhao shook his head and pulled up her scarf, covering her lips and half of her face: "Go home first."

It's hard to ask Jing Zhao to say something nasty, it's hard to ask Jing Zhao to kiss and hug him outside, and it's hard to see Jing Zhao's clothes being disheveled and blinded by lust.

But the last business leader saw it last night. She hadn't touched Jing Zhao. He touched himself. He had clearly endured it to the extreme, but he still restrained himself.

So Shang Lingling didn't sleep very well last night, and she committed a night's sin in her dream.

Far away.

The person walking behind them was answering the phone: "I'm home already, I'll call you later."

The resident on the fifteenth floor, Zou Xin.

When Zou Xin approached, she heard the voice of the little girl beside Jing Zhao complaining tenderly, "Old antique."

Jing Zhao took her hand and put it in his pocket.

Zou Xin was a little lost.

"Aren't you coming up?"

The little girl has a sweet voice and loves to laugh.

Zou Xin got into the elevator and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Because of Ms. Lu's "high profile", the residents in the eighth building knew that Jing Zhao had a girlfriend, a girl from the nineteenth floor, called Shang Lingling.

The elevator is not big, Zou Xin is standing in the front left, Jing Zhao and Shang Ling are in the back, a little to the right, a pair of shadows are reflected on the wall of the elevator, one is petite and the other is tall.

"Jing Zhao."

"Ah."

Zou Xin subconsciously held her breath.

"I forgot to collect the clothes on the balcony."

Jing Zhao said: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I should return to the imperial capital, and I will help you collect it."

Zou Xin heard two pieces of information. They might be living together. In addition, when Jing Zhao and his girlfriend were talking, he would turn his head subconsciously, and his voice was much lower than usual.

On the fifteenth floor, Zou Xin got off the elevator. She couldn't hold back and looked back.

Inside the elevator, Jing Zhao bent down slightly, tidying up the ends of his girlfriend's hair that was being held down by the scarf.

The first time Zou Xin saw Jing Zhao was at Ms. Lu's house. He was watering the flowers at the time, and when he saw her, he just nodded politely.

After that, I met several times in the community, but I didn't speak. The first time Zou Xin spoke to Jing Zhao was when she injured her foot.

There are a few steps from the hall of the eighth building to the outside of the community. Jing Zhao was walking beside her at the time. Because her foot was inconvenient, he also slowed down.

Before going down the steps, she couldn't help but turn her head: "Hello."

Jing recalled: "Hello."

She fell in love with Jing Zhao at first sight. It was hard for her to keep her mind off such an excellent man, even though she knew that he was difficult to approach.

"I can't go down the steps." She has a habit of putting on makeup when she goes out, and she feels that her appearance is not bad. "Can you give me a hand?"

Jing Zhao stood a meter away: "I'm sorry, I have something in my hand."

He has a mobile phone and an umbrella in his hand.

It's easy to free up your hands.

But he said, "You wait a minute."

He bypassed Zou Xin, went out first, and called the doorman, Lao Zhong, and finally Lao Zhong helped Zou Xin down the steps.

At that time, Zou Xin knew that Jing Zhao was a person who would not let the opposite sex touch the corners of his clothes easily.

He would help many residents repair things, but the water pipes and showers in her house were "broken", so he didn't repair them.

He never went to a woman's house to fix things, but let the repairman do it.

He is gentle, polite, good-natured, sometimes casual, sometimes cold.

Not to mention that his face, with excellent skin and bones, is so handsome and delicate that even a painting can't draw it, like a star in the sky, it can evoke all the romantic fantasies of girls, but it can't be picked up with a hand.

That's it, he has a girlfriend, he can hold her hand, organize her clothes, lower his eyebrows, talk to her gently, and what else can he do?Zou Xin couldn't imagine it.

The elevator door was completely closed.

Shang Lingling's small temper also came out: "Humph."

Jing Zhao turned her face to the other side: "What's wrong?"

Her tone was sour, and her eyes were soaked with vinegar: "The black stockings just now are the ones who asked you to repair the shower last time."

Jing Zhao didn't pay much attention to the dress of the lady just now, and it took a few seconds to respond to the "black stockings" and the person.

"It's not called black stockings."

Shang Lingling said angrily: "I don't care what her name is." It's cold, what black silk is she wearing.

The seventeenth floor is here.

Jing Zhao led the business leader out of the elevator: "You don't know what to do when you are angry with her."

The business leader hummed, the expression on his face was exactly the same as that of the angry Jing Qianqian, awkward and arrogant: "People are coveting you."

Jing Zhao held her hand and rubbed his fingertips on her palm, just like a cat.

"I didn't fix it for her."

Humph.

Shang collar collar went to the front, his hand got into Jing Zhao's coat, and hugged him.

"Is she pretty?"

Jing Zhao stopped, there was no one around, he let her hold him: "Who?"

"black stockings."

Black stockings, surnamed Zou, lived on the fifteenth floor, Jing Zhao was a little impressed, but not too impressed. As for whether it looked good or not, Jing Zhao said, "I haven't read it seriously."

Moreover, he has no way to evaluate the appearance of women. He has no ability to evaluate in this area. When he chooses models, he pays more attention to temperament. If he has to evaluate the facial features, he can only lead the brand.

Shang Lingling raised his head, his eyes would say love words: "Am I good-looking?"

"Ah."

Jing Zhao knew that business leaders were the best looking.

If you take her as a benchmark, then Ms. Zou is probably not good-looking.

However, it was too rude to "attack" the appearance of women. He did not continue the topic and asked Shang Lingling, "Are you going to work in the afternoon?"

"Go." She had taken a long vacation.

"I'll take you there."

The jar of vinegar that I just ate has been digested, and the business leader smiled: "Okay~"

No need to coax her, she'll be fine.

Ah, she is a very sensible girlfriend.

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　　It's about ten o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)