Play Nice

Chapter 190 190: The right of girlfriend, called brother

The doorbell rang, and Jing Hedong went to open the door.

It was the business leader who brought it. It was cold outside, and the red scarf blocked half of her face. She pulled it off with her hands, cupped her hands with a smile, and paid her respects for a year.

"Uncle Jing, Happy Chinese New Year."

"Happy Chinese New Year." Jing He Dong rushed into the house and shouted, "Zhao Bao, the leader is here."

Jing Zhao hung up the phone and came over from the balcony.

"You guys play for a while by yourself, I'll go to the noodles." Jing Hedong went back to the kitchen again.

Shang Lingling wore a pair of earrings with a red fan today. When he walked, the fan was spinning in circles.

Jing Zhao looked at her earrings twice.

"Why didn't you sleep more?"

"Today is the first day of the new year, and it's not good to sleep late."

Jing Qianqian came over and scratched Jing Zhao's slippers.

It's hungry.

Jing Zhao went to the locker on the balcony to get it cat food.

The business leader followed: "Jing Zhao."

"Ah."

It can be seen that she is in a very good mood, and the corners of her mouth have been bent: "You Weibo Aite me, will it be bad for you?"

"No." Jing Zhao opened the drawer and took out the cat food.

"What if your fans lose their fans?"

Jing Zhao doesn't show his face in public very often, but he has worked with many top male artists, and he has won many awards, so he never lacks attention.In addition to his works fans, he also has a group of face fans.

"I'm a photographer, not an artist, and it doesn't matter to me whether they take off their powder or not."

Jing Zhao brought the small bowl where Jing Qianqian was eating, the business leader squatted over, and Jing Qianqian also squatted over, two very well-behaved.

The little one stared intently at the cat food in his hand.

The older one looked at him intently: "Don't you like putting your private life on the table? Why did it suddenly become public?"

"I don't care, your opinion matters."

"what?"

She never said she wanted to go public.

"Aren't you upset when I said hello to reporters and couldn't make you show your face?"

She was surprised: "Did you see it?"

Jing Zhao scooped up half a bowl of cat food and said, "You usually talk so much that you didn't talk much in the mall that day."

He had to scoop for a second time, but was held by Shang Lingling: "Enough, Qianqian wants to lose weight."

He put back the small bowl where he scooped the cat food, causing Jing Qianqian to meow in dissatisfaction.He ignored it, put the bag of cat food aside, raised his eyes, and looked at Shang Lingling.

She pushed away both Jing Qianqian and Jing Qianqian's pots lying between her and Jing Zhao, and then moved over by herself: "I didn't mean to trouble you that day, you are right, I didn't want to show my face. "

But unhappy is also true, girls are sometimes a contradiction.

They like blatant favoritism, and they can even be a little naive, doing something ostentatious and showing off to others.

She didn't say these thoughts, but Jing Zhao noticed it.

"Lingling, you can tell me anything you want me to do for you." He said, "You can have expectations for me. This is your right as a girlfriend."

The sun is out outside.

The light passed through the clouds, through the glass, through the flower stand on the balcony, and fell into his peach blossom eyes, the shadows inside were beautiful and warm.

Shang Lingling felt that this time was suitable for a gentle kiss.

But when the guests came, Old Li brought his grandson upstairs to pay New Year's greetings. Little Li had a sweet mouth, and each mouthful of Jingzhao's elder brother, the business leader was naughty.

Not the kind of brother Xiaoli called.

She pinched her voice, like in the bathroom last night, one brother at a time...

Then Jing Zhao took her to the room to "lecture" her.

Downstairs, Jing Jian is working as a coolie.

Didn't the wind blow down a tree last night. It was unlucky for the tree to fall on the first day of the new year, but Lao Liu, who was in charge of the greening of the community, lost his waist two days ago.

Ms. Lu, the general representative of the resident of Xingyue Haoting, took over the errand. Lao Liu said that it was not enough to straighten the tree, the roots were loose, and the soil had to be dug and planted again.

"Jing Jian, dig deeper here."

Jingjian is a digging machine, wearing the rain boots given by Ms. Lu on his feet, holding a shovel in his hand, standing in the dirt pit, and being instructed to dig here and there, no matter how shiny the fluorescent coat on his body is or the perm on his head. How sassy, ​​the unskilled digging posture is still very second.

"Lao Liu, is that enough?"

Lao Liu wore a waist pad and gave technical guidance next to him: "Enough is enough, now the tree can be planted in."

"Jingjian," Ms. Lu ordered, "go and bring the tree over."

Jing Jian didn't want to do it at all.

"What are you doing with a pestle? Hurry up."

Yes, mother.

Jingjian came out of the pit, put the shovel aside, and dragged the tree in the past.

Lao Liu said that you can't drag it, it will damage the roots.

Jing Jian used the tip of his tongue to push his back molars and picked up the tree. The tree was taller than him, and the trunk was as thick as his thighs. His feet slipped, and he was about to plant himself on the ground. A tender white hand reached out, passed through his left shoulder, and firmly supported the tree trunk.

Jing Jian first looked at the hand, with a very thin wrist, then raised his eyelids to look at the owner of the hand.

According to Ms. Lu, her name is Zhong Yunyun.

"give it to me."

Zhong Yunyun hugged the tree, swung it sideways, and put it into the pit, as easily as holding a radish.

She is still in the same outfit, hat, mask, and long down that wraps her feet: "It's time to fill in the soil."

Jing Jian hasn't recovered yet.

"Jingjian," Ms. Lu called to him, "come here to fill the soil."

He went to get a shovel and filled the soil in silence. The sun hit the shadow of a certain woman at his feet, a small group, and he didn't know where she got so much strength.

Ms. Lu couldn't stop talking: "Little Bell."

Xiao Zhong looked over with his big bright eyes, as if he was afraid of life, his eyelashes trembling.

Ms. Lu, a resident of the eighth building, knows all about it, except for this mysterious little bell: "Where is your hometown?"

Xiao Zhong buried his head and replied, "It's very far."

"Where is far away?"

"It's far, far away."

Ms. Lu: "..."

Ms. Lu tried hard to find a topic: "Why didn't you go home for the New Year this year?"

"Because it's far away."

"..."

Ms. Lu, who has social bullshit, can't talk anymore: "Ah, thank you for your help."

Zhong Yunyun glanced at the banner not far away. The banner was drawn by Lao Liu and had eight characters on it. Zhong Yunyun read it out: "Everyone is responsible for protecting the environment."

Ms. Lu: "..."

The soil has been filled.

Ms. Lu just wanted to ask Xiao Zhong if she had breakfast. If she didn't, she could have it at her house.

But Xiao Zhong ran away.

Lao Liu said, "This girl is so funny."

Jing Jian twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled: It's quite funny, and he blew himself up while playing a game yesterday.

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　　Calvinka had a headache and wanted to stop changing, but his conscience hurts too much...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)