Play Nice

Chapter 206: Baby, raise your hand (one more)
He was so powerful that he easily pulled back the monster in her heart.

She has nothing to do with him.

"Why are you like this."

She was red-eyed and aggrieved: "It's just that I can't bear you."

Jing Zhao stepped forward and hugged her: "I'm sorry."

She took her hand away: "You come in first."

She turned to get the medicine box, Jing Zhao pulled her, closed the door, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, eyes, and corners of mouth.

He's too patient, and there's a palpable flattery in his actions.

"what?"

He said, "Coax you."

Shang Lingling couldn't get up, she was not Jing Zhao's opponent at all, as long as Jing Zhao showed weakness a little, she would not be able to find it, even the photo sent by the strange number was thrown behind her mind.

She prepared wound medicine at home because Jing Zhao was often injured.

"You sit on the sofa."

Jing Zhao sat down.

Shang Ling Collar lifted his clothes and let him grab the hem by himself.The bandage was already red. She removed the bandage. His wound was treated with stitches. The length of the wound was very long, but fortunately it was not very deep.

Shang Lingling put on gloves and cleaned the wound first: "Who hurt you?"

"a little complicated."

"You can make a long story short." She glanced at Jing Zhao, her eyes were not as docile as usual, with a posture of interrogation.

Jing Zhao thought about his words: "I reported a diamond smuggling case and offended many people."

"In Vigaranka?"

"Ah."

This question comes here first, and then asks it in depth, Jing Zhao probably won't say it.

Shang Lingling had other questions: "What did Xiao Min tell you?"

Can't say nothing, she will be angry.

"Speaking ill of you."

Shang Lingling used a cotton ball to give him medicine, while blowing gently, she took the time to ask, "What bad words?"

"Say you're not good or something." Jing Zhao didn't mention the recording.

Shang Lingling looked up at him: "Then do you believe it?"

He shook his head.

Shang Lingling continued to apply medicine: "What if I'm really bad?"

"How is it not well defined?"

"For example, I'm not kind." She stopped moving her hands, but didn't look up.

She was a little scared. After all, Jingzhao Junzi was so upright, unlike her, who was lawless and fearful.

It is said that similar people can go far, and people with the same three views can coexist peacefully, but she and Jing Zhao are people from two worlds.

"So what?" Jing Zhao raised her face, "What's the hindrance to us?"

His eyes were warmer and cleaner than any jade stone that Shang Lingling had ever seen, as if anything reflected in his eyes could remove clutter and be reborn.

If the human soul has color, then Jing Zhao's soul must be the purest white.

He wrapped his hand around his lower back, and Shang Ling collar wrapped the bandage again: "Jing Zhao, what do you like about me?" Was she pretending to be good?

Jing Zhao didn't answer quickly, he would appear incautious: "You are very beautiful."

She likes to be praised for being beautiful, but: "I only have this one advantage?"

Jing Zhao thought about it for a while, and suddenly he didn't know how to define merits. Are those recognized by most people called merits?

He didn't want to define Shang Lingling in this way. She didn't need to cater to the aesthetic and moral norms of the majority, and he would not examine her by examining other people's moral norms. Because it was irreplaceable, it was impossible to have the same standard.

"You can bandage wounds, you like the animal world, you can dub, you are a corpse groomer, you like rubies and lions, you are very photogenic, and your birthday is in July and a half."

Any of her characteristics, viewed from the perspective of his girlfriend, can be an advantage.

Shang Lingling finally smiled: "Is a birthday an advantage?"

"Well." Jing Zhao said, "I like the moon in half July."

Half of July is the Ghost Festival.

When people don't like someone, her birthday can be a reason for dislike.

When Shang Lingling was very young, when he was not numb to gossip, he was wronged and injustice.

"Dad, they said that children born in July and a half will be cursed by hundreds of ghosts, and children who are cursed by ghosts will turn into demons and ghosts."

At that time, she was still very short, a little big, and could reach her father's hand only on tiptoe.

Dad squatted down: "Who are they?"

"Those people outside our house."

"Oh, they." Her headband was torn by other children, and her father tied it up for her. "They are the ghosts, are you afraid of being cursed by them?"

She was not born withdrawn, she was withdrawn first when she was hated.

"I'm not afraid, I'll curse them too!"

"Lingling." Dad picked her up, "Not only the ghosts, but also the moon in the seventh half of the month."

She always remembered that her father said: "Our collar is the moon in half July, and our collar is the most beautiful."

Later, in July and a half of that year, she gave herself a cage as a birthday present, and she locked her favorite treasure inside.

"Brother Jing Zhao."

He never resisted, but would look at her with disapproving eyes.

Outside the cage, she said in a pleading tone, "Don't be afraid of me, I'm not a monster, I'm the moon in July and a half, very beautiful."

What Shang Lingling didn't know was that the remarks Jing Zhao gave her were always the moon.

In Vigaranka, Jing Zhao told many people that the moon in the Empire is beautiful.

At night, Jing Zhao stayed overnight, he didn't sleep deeply, and when Shang Lingling turned over, he would wake up immediately.

She was dreaming and kept calling daddy.

Jing Zhao turned on the bedside lamp: "Leader."

She was curled up, not awake, and sweating profusely.

Jing Zhao touched her forehead, feeling a little feverish.He got up to look for medicine, but he ran out of antipyretics, so he called Ms. Lu.

"I asked your father to deliver the medicine." Ms. Lu urged on the phone, "You should feed and take the medicine first, if the temperature doesn't go down, you will have to send it to the hospital."

"I know."

Ms. Lu said something he didn't know: "If you have a low-grade fever, you don't need to physically cool it down. You hug her to sleep and let her sweat a little bit more. Change clothes in time if you sweat, and don't let her sleep in wet clothes. "

Ms. Lu swears that she has absolutely no selfishness.

Jing Hedong brought the antipyretic medicine, Jing Zhao took the medicine, and closed the door after a few symbolic perfunctory words.

He poured a glass of warm water and went to the bedroom.

"Leader."

"Leader."

She woke up after a few calls, her body was limp, so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyelids open and didn't want to move.

Jing Zhao helped her to sit up: "Take the medicine."

She didn't want to take the medicine, so she buried her face in Jing Zhao's neck.

Jing Zhao fed her some water again, but she couldn't keep her eyelids open and was very sleepy.He lay down with her in his arms and tucked the quilt.

In the middle of the night, sweat soaked her clothes.

Someone was coaxing her in her ear: "Baby, raise your hand."

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　　Second, I think it's more than eleven o'clock
　　
　
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