Play Nice

Chapter 201 201: Jing Zhao returns, he is ill (two more)
Ms. Wan on the twelfth floor parked the electric car indiscriminately.

Taking advantage of the gap when Qin Xiang went to push the electric car out, the business leader secretly poked the sleeve of the person in front.

"Brother Chen Yedu." She covered her mouth and whispered, "Let's discuss something."

Zhou Ziheng turned his head back with a bad look in his eyes.

The business leader discussed it and said, "I won't expose your identity, so don't tell Jingzhao my identity. Can you see it?"

Zhou Ziheng held the stick with an indifferent face: "You recognized the wrong person."

After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and kicked Ms. Wan's electric car away.

Qin Xiang: "..."

Business leader: "..."

Qin Xiang quickly picked up Ms. Wan's car and checked it out. Fortunately, it wasn't broken. She glanced at Zhou Ziheng, meaning: don't do this next time.

Zhou Ziheng didn't take it seriously, he pushed Qin Xiang's second-hand electric car out, gave her the helmet, and sat on it himself.

"Come up."

Qin Xiang only has one helmet, and it's a lady's, so he has to buy another one.She put on her helmet, got into the car, and said to Shang Lingling, "Lingling, let's go first."

The business leader waved his hand.

When Qin Xiang's electric car drove away, Shang Lingling called Fang Luming.

"Fang Luming."

Fang Luming got up and said, "I'm sleeping."

"Help me find out where Chen Yedu is now."

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Qin Xiang took Zhou Ziheng to the breakfast shop opposite the funeral home to eat wontons.

Zhou Ziheng saw Qin Xiang's photo on the staff wall of the funeral home, so he left with confidence.He already knew where she lived and where she worked, so he no longer had to worry about missing someone.

He took a taxi and went back to Xingyue Mansion. A new building was being built behind Xingyue Mansion, and the advertisement for recruitment was posted on the telephone pole by the roadside.

He tore one off and went to the construction site.

"Who's the boss here?"

A short, plump man in a yellow hard hat came out from the first floor: "I'm the foreman here."

The foreman looked at Zhou Ziheng, feeling that he was making trouble, and he also brought a stick.

"Who are you? What are you doing?"

Zhou Ziheng spread out the advertisement paper: "I'll move the cement."

The subcontractor looked him up and down and felt that he was not good. He was too tall, thin and thin. He looked like he was not suitable for hard work: "Can you carry a bag of cement?"

Zhou Ziheng was very upset when he was questioned, his face was cold and he wanted to hit someone.

The foreman saw that the stick was thick with arms, and was a little apprehensive: "Okay, okay, show me your ID card."

ID card?
The prisoners didn't give it to him.

"No."

The subcontractor boldly said, "That won't work, don't if you don't have an ID card."

Zhou Ziheng threw the recruitment advertisement paper on the ground, put a baseball bat on it, and slammed the pestle: "It's not written on it."

The foreman was afraid of being beaten.

"Okay, okay, [-] if you have an ID card, and [-] if you don't have an ID card, will you do it?"

Zhou Ziheng: "Do it."

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The funeral home got off work very early, and Qin Xiang found a part-time job in the canteen of the funeral home. After get off work, he could wash dishes for two hours and earn 30 yuan.

It was past six o'clock when she returned to Xingyue Mansion, and before the electric car drove to the side entrance of the community, she saw a person standing next to the street light pole outside the side entrance.

It was Zhou Ziheng, holding a coat in one hand and a stick in the other.

Qin Xiang stopped the car: "What are you doing here?"

"Can't see it? Wait for you."

She got off the electric car.

Zhou Ziheng walked up to her, walking in a strange way.The coldness of February in Hwaseong has not subsided, the night came early, and the street lights were already on.The light is a dull apricot yellow, hitting people like an old movie scene.

"Qin Xiang, reach out."

"Ok?"

He said, "Stretch out your hand."

Qin Xiang stretched out his hand in confusion.

Zhou Ziheng put 200 yuan in her hand, narrowed his eyes, and expressed his good mood: "I earned it today."

Two thin banknotes lay quietly in Qin Xiang's palm.

"Where did you earn it?"

He said nonchalantly, as if it was nothing: "I just found a job."

Qin Xiang asked, "What's the job?"

He was impatient: "Why are you asking so much, afraid that I will steal and rob?"

Qin Xiang didn't mean that. She didn't ask, and handed the money back to him: "You keep the flowers yourself."

He didn't answer: "I have money."

He didn't wait for her and walked away with his baseball bat, which had landed on his right shoulder, and he switched to his left.

There was a lot of dust on his shoulders, the coat on his hands was also a lot of dust, and the hands that played the piano so well were dirty.

Qin Xiang called him from behind: "Zhou Ziheng."

He turned back.

He is still the same as when he was. Although things have changed, he has not changed at all. He has a bad temper, has a poisonous mouth, and loves to fight, but he is very pure. When he wants to be nice to someone, he will be nice to others .

Qin Xiang chased after pushing the car: "What do you want to eat at night? I'll make it for you."

The corners of his mouth curled up in a small arc: "Coriander meat porridge, I also want yam and corn pork ribs soup."

He is a stubborn and nostalgic person. If he likes it, he will not change, whether it is food or people.

"Okay, I'll do it all for you."

In the next few days, Zhou Ziheng sent Qin Xiang to work every day. After returning, he went to the construction site to move cement. After finishing work, he waited for Qin Xiang to come back under the street lamp, and then gave her the 200 yuan he earned.

He said: "When Chen Shangqing is dead, I will go back to inherit the estate and give you more money then."

Chen Shangqing is his grandfather - an immortal thing, Zhou Ziheng borrowed his co-worker's mobile phone to check, Chen Shangqing is still alive, so he can't inherit the inheritance for the time being.

On Thursday afternoon, a worker gave Zhou Ziheng the leftover old computer. He made a phone card, and only Qin Xiang's number was stored in the address book, not even the foreman.

On Thursday night, Shang Ling received a call from Jing Zhao, saying that he would be back tomorrow.

"What time is your flight? I'll pick you up."

Jing Zhao seemed very tired, and his voice was very low: "The flight has not been confirmed yet, you have to go to work, so don't use it to pick me up."

"Then call me when you get off the plane."

"Well." He didn't say it for a long time, "I still have something to do here, I have to hang up first."

"it is good."

This time Jing Zhao hung up the phone first.

The car drove fast on the Huadu Expressway.

The man in the driver's seat glanced at the rearview mirror: "Little Jiuye." It was the tone of asking for instructions.

Jing Zhao closed his eyes and pressed his right hand on his abdomen: "Go to the hospital."

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Qin Xiang's cell phone on the bedside table rang.

She took it.

"Qin Xiang."

Zhou Ziheng's voice sounded very weak.

Qin Xiang sat up from the bed: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"You come to me."

"what happened?"

He was not as fierce as usual, and his voice was fragile: "I'm not feeling well."

Qin Xiang got dressed and took the elevator to the fifth floor. She had the key and opened the door directly to enter the house.

The bedroom was unlocked, she twisted the door, and turned on the light.

Zhou Ziheng buried himself in the quilt.

Qin Xiang went to the bed and squatted down: "Ziheng."

"Self-inflicted."

A hand stretched out from the quilt, lifted a corner of the quilt, and then revealed an excessively thin face, very handsome, covered in sweat, his eyes were a little red, tidy, a little lax and hollow, slowly. Only when you focus on the ground can you see the person in front of you.

He got up and suddenly hugged Qin Xiang, his voice was hoarse: "Qin Xiang, my shoulder hurts."

Zhou Ziheng had a fever.

He had never done heavy work, and after carrying cement for a few days, the skin on his shoulders frayed, and the skin scabs over and over again, and the skin breaks again and again.

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　　Leave: My family is going to have an operation on Tuesday, and I have to go to the hospital one day earlier, so the update on Monday and Tuesday cannot be guaranteed, maybe not, maybe a chapter in the evening.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)