Play Nice

Chapter 166 166: Dirty Literature Sequel (two more)

In the afternoon, the business leader led him to the funeral home, and Jing Zhao went to the studio in Hongliuxiang. He came back earlier and helped Jinghedong deliver a few takeaways.

Jinghedong's WeChat rang again, and it was a regular customer who ordered takeout again. The regular customer's nickname: Huada Yizhihua.

Huada Yizhihua: [two octopus balls]

Jinghedong replied: [The stall is going to be closed, no takeaway today, tomorrow]

The regular customer came to order because he heard from his best friend that today is the delivery of the octopus balls, and it may not be the octopus balls for delivery tomorrow.

But if it's octopus balls, it's fine too.

But it could also be Mrs. Maruko, or the old Maruko.

After rejecting the guest, Jing Hedong called Jing Zhao: "Zhaobao, I'm done, you can come back directly after you have delivered the order on hand."

"Ah."

Jing Hedong hung up the phone and rode his tricycle back to the community. When he approached the gate of the community, he saw a black jeep parked on the side of the road. The license plate number was very expensive, and the driver was too familiar.

Jing Hedong parked the three-wheeled small electric motor, walked over, and looked at it, as if he was an acquaintance.

"Zhang Jia?"

The other party was also surprised: "Lao Jing?"

Zhang Jia and Jinghe Dong were colleagues more than 20 years ago.

Before Jing Hedong and Lu Changan eloped, he was a bodyguard, not an ordinary bodyguard. He was a Class A bodyguard in the Golden World, which was the most expensive. Bodyguards at this level were usually only employed by the powerful and dignitaries of aristocratic families.

Zhang Jia is also a Class A bodyguard, but he has been behind the scenes in recent years.

Jing Hedong hasn't seen Zhang Jia for more than [-] years: "Why did you come to Huacheng?" Jing Hedong's not very smart mind turned around, "Didn't you come to me? I've already quit the Golden World."

Zhang Jia waved: "We are just passing by."

Ghosts believe you are just passing by.

Jing Hedong's eyes moved to the back seat. There was a young man in his early thirties sitting in the back seat. He was very face.

The man's facial features are tough, and there are scars at the corners of his eyes, which add a bit of terrifying aura to him.

He used the words very concisely and said: "Golden World, Wang Bandit."

Jing Hedong had heard this name before, he was the general manager of the empire branch.

Jing Hedong has been retired for too long, but the elders of the Golden World know a lot, but the younger generation's rising stars don't know much.

At this moment, Zhang Jia's phone vibrated.

After Zhang Jia was connected, she gave a hello, and after listening to a few words, handed the phone to the person behind: "Master Bandit."

Bandit Wang nodded to Jing Hedong and took the call.

It was there for about half a minute.

Bandit Wang ordered: "Wait when I go back."

He hung up the phone, and then smelled a stench.

It was Jing Hedong who handed over a box of steaming octopus balls: "Just out of the pot, try it."

A line of sight fell on the plastic box, and after a few seconds, it swept up.

With just this look, Jing Hedong can conclude that the head of the Empire Branch must have crawled out of the blood and rain, and the hostility on his body is not ordinary.

Zhang Jia turned around and took the box: "Lao Jing, are you now?"

Jing Hedong smiled slyly: "Selling octopus balls to make a living." He waved his hand, "I'm leaving, I'll go home and cook."

Then Jing Hedong rode away on his tricycle.

Zhang Jia looked at his former colleague's bear-like back and couldn't understand. If Jing Hedong didn't retire, he would at least be a grandfather in the Golden World. Now selling octopus balls is nothing.

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After dinner, Jing Hedong cut a plate of fruit. Ms. Lu and Shang Lingling ate fruit while watching the variety show, and occasionally chatted a few words.

Shang Lingling put down his fork and touched his full stomach.

Jing Zhao came over and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Ah."

He stood behind the sofa, bent over, speaking in a voice that only the business leader could hear: "Would you like to go upstairs? I have something for you."

Shang Lingling put down the pillow and carried Jing Qianqian, who was sleeping on her skirt, aside: "Sister Lu, I'll go up first."

Ms. Lu smiled: "Go, let's go." Let's add to the three generations together.

The business leader followed Jing Zhao upstairs.

Jing Qianqian slumped into Ms. Lu's arms and wanted to sleep when she was full.

Jing Jian also went upstairs.

Ms. Lu stopped him: "See the treasure." This lack of eyesight, didn't it hinder the progress of the three generations together.

Jingjian turned his head and asked with his eyes: What are you doing?

There was a bag of fried chestnuts with sugar on the table. Ms. Lu touched her shiny manicure: "These chestnuts are really hard to peel. Peeling them makes my hands hurt."

Jing Hedong, who was playing a single-player game, put down his phone and ran over: "Wife, I'll strip it for you."

Ms. Lu pushed away Jinghe Dong who was blocking the TV, spending money like a landowner: "50 yuan a piece, should you peel it off?"

Jing Jian sat back silently.

Jing Zhao led the business leader to his bedroom. As soon as she entered the door, the first thing she saw was the entire row of books on the desk cabinet, all of which were foreign books related to photography. She could understand the literal meaning, but not the professional meaning.

There is a telescope on the bay window.

She walked over and touched the long tube of the telescope: "Jing Zhao, do you like astronomy?"

Jing Zhao was turning on the computer: "It's okay."

"Is this telescope you use to see the stars?"

He looked back and saw that Shang Lingling was studying the telescope.

He said, "I look at the moon."

"Oh."

Shang Lingling squinted one eye to see.

Tonight's moon is mostly obscured by clouds, revealing only a pointed corner.

"Leader," Jing Zhao called to her, "come here."

She ran over.

Jing Zhao pulled the chair away to let her sit down. He stood behind the chair and pulled the computer closer.

"Give me the phone."

Shang Lingling gave him the phone.

He uses a data cable to connect the mobile phone and the computer, and transfer the files on the computer desktop.

Folder name: sll.

The business leader asked, "What kind of document is this?"

"The photo I took for you at Zhouzhi."

Oh, private photos.

Shang Lingling put her head on Jing Zhao's arm that was supporting the table, looking like a full Jing Qianqian, she rubbed her chin against Jing Zhao's sleeve: "Open it and show me."

The scenic spot opened the folder and opened the first photo.

The first thing that catches the eye is her completely bare back in the photo, with petals falling from her shoulders, and she is looking at the camera.

Jing Zhao is really good at shooting.

The breath on the top of the head was a little chaotic, and the business leader turned back: "Jing Zhao."

He hummed.

She looked at him for a while, then reached out and touched his ear, he shrank obviously, she smiled: "Your ears are so hot."

Jing Zhao grabbed her hand and took some away.

He looked at these photos alone, and looked at them with her, it was a completely different feeling.

"I didn't see any reaction from you when I was filming."

Yes, but the tolerance is different.

Jing Zhao explained, but he didn't know what he wanted to explain: "It's different."

Shang Lingling teased him deliberately: "What's the difference?"

"I was the photographer when I took it."

"now what?"

Jing Zhao didn't say anything, lowered his shoulders, and kissed Shang Lingling's eyes to make her close her eyes.

He was a little afraid that if she looked at him like this, it would make him feel very out of control.

He turned her face back to the computer, unplugged the data cable, took off the phone, grabbed her hand, unlocked it with a fingerprint, and installed the program.

Shang Lingling looked closer: "What software is this?"

"I usually use it to store photos."

After installation, he created a new account, and then gave the phone to Shang Lingling: "Enter the password."

Business leaders do as they please.

Jing Zhao saved those photos and deleted them from his phone.

"Why do you keep it here?"

Jing Zhao said: "This software has a high safety factor."

He is very cautious, even more cautious than business leaders.

"Jing Zhao." Her voice was soft, with hooks in her eyes.

"Ah."

She leaned close to Jing Zhao's ear and quietly asked him if he would react to these photos.

She has always been bold and dared to say anything nasty. She even asked him last night if he wanted Dirty Talk.

"Shang Ling Ling," Jing Zhao helplessly patted her head forcefully, "You are more serious."

She doesn't.

She got up, pushed Jing Zhao to sit on the chair, she sat on top of him, and started kissing from the eyes.

Zou Xin is an outsider and can't see all of Jing Zhao.

Not only would he hold his girlfriend's hand, he would organize her clothes, lower his eyebrows, and talk to her gently, and he would let her kiss without moving, let her touch the tattoo on her waist, and let her count the abdominal muscles in her clothes, A pair of red peach blossom eyes will hold her hand on the edge of losing control: "Lingling, stop playing with me."

Shang Lingling picked up the star in the sky, Jingzhao. After kissing and making troubles, she held her star and smiled like a little fox that only stole meat.

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