Play Nice

Chapter 222: Break up, abuse Jing Zhao (one more)
Shang Lingling was the one who was sentenced: "So it's you who is pretending to be good."

"It's not like this."

This is the sentence again.

Jing Zhao, who is usually good at strategizing, is now at a loss for words, flustered and not good at speaking.

"It has nothing to do with Yang Kangnian, Lingling, you believe me."

Shang Lingling couldn't listen anymore. Once a quarrel broke out, negative emotions would gradually affect her sanity.

"Even if you and I have nothing to do with Yang Kangnian," she removed her docile appearance and turned back into a lion with sharp teeth and claws, "then how do I count my seven years?"

Jing Zhao was questioned and was speechless.

"Because of your car accident, I blamed myself for seven years. I locked myself in a cage. No matter how much I thought about it, you would not dare to go to you. I learned from Ming Yuexi, learned from her live broadcast to be an internet celebrity, and learned from her character. I changed all my contact information and hid in Hwaseong by myself. In order to hide myself, I even found a pair of fake parents. I changed my face and pretended to be a good person. I became a stranger to myself, and I even went to study Carving, because you like mountains and rivers..."

Yes, she loves Jing Zhao very much, but she will also be wronged. She is also the daughter who grew up in the palm of her father's palm, and has her pride and temper.

"Jing Zhao, are you just relying on me without you?"

Jing Zhao went to shake her hand: "Leader—"

She pushed away.

"let's break up."

The house suddenly became quiet.

Looking at each other, Jing Zhao saw the business leader from seven years ago, the one who grew up, licked her wounds, was sensitive, insecure, covered with thorns.

He wanted to apologize, justify, and was afraid of saying the wrong thing, because he knew best that no one else could hurt the business leader who was growing up, but he was the only one who could, even if it was just his words.

He raised the hand she pushed away and held it on the back of her hand again: "Don't say things like breaking up, I can explain, if you don't want to hear it now, then wait, okay? Let's talk when you calm down, okay? it is good?"

He was almost sullen and temperless.

Shang Lingling was still angry: "Not good."

No matter what Jing Zhao said, she couldn't listen, and she could not say anything else, except for one thing.

"I don't agree to break up."

He was flustered, but firm: "You can be angry as much as you want, you can blame me and hate me, but you can't break up."

The business leader didn't take his words and ignored him.

"Leader."

She turned her head and didn't look at him.

Jing Zhao held her face, made her turn her head, and let her listen to what he said: "It's my fault, I shouldn't lie to you, I shouldn't make you wait so long."

"Leader."

He said I beg you.

"Don't break up, don't deny me completely," he said.

He probably never asked anyone, so his tone was awkward and stiff when he begged her.

The business leaders have seen all kinds of Jing Zhao, calm and restrained, gentleman, good and righteous, warm and gentle, sometimes easy to handle, sometimes sexy rebel, can speak softly, but also kill the Quartet.

It turned out that he would also have times when he was humble and powerless.

If she stayed any longer, she would definitely soften her heart.

She got up: "I'm staying in a hotel today, don't come to me."

She stopped looking at Jing Zhao, took her bag and mobile phone and went out, for fear that she would regret it, she left quickly and hastily.

The door slammed shut with the wind.

Jing Zhao was dumbfounded and turned his head to look at the door. He stood up slowly, because he had been squatting for a long time and his legs were numb. He didn't know how to get to the door. He reached the door handle, but he never twisted the door.

He screwed everything up.

There was still the pack of ladies' cigarettes from Shang Lingling in his pocket. He found a lighter in the kitchen, walked to the entrance again, leaned back against the door, pulled out a cigarette, bit the cigarette butt and lit it.

He is reflecting.

He did two things wrong: he surrendered to the business leader too late and let her wait for seven years, and he shouldn't have asked Angus to design the ring, he should have obtained the certificate directly.

He took a hard puff and swallowed it until his eyes were red.

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It was almost twelve o'clock, Fang Luming was lying on the bed and playing games. He just found the feeling and was about to shoot the enemy when a call came.

He was killed by the enemy and turned into a box.

He held his breath and answered the phone: "Why are you looking for me again?" He was beaten to death, can he speak nicely?
The business leader asked, "Where is it?"

"at home."

"come out."

Use short, hellish words.

Fang Luming was instantly weak: "Oh."

The damn, long-lost, oppressed tension and suffocation.

The location sent by the business leader is at the bar.

Fang Luming drove over by speeding, and the whole journey took only twenty minutes. He found the business collar collar at the bar of the bar. Her coat was thrown on the ground, and she was lying on the bar. She must have drank a lot. Eye.

There is no shortage of corpse hunters in the bar.

Fang Luming swept over with a glance, and relied on his arrogant and cool temperament to crush those men who didn't know whether to live or die.

He walked over, picked up the jacket with a business collar on the ground, sat down and put it on the empty seat next to it.

"Why are you drinking alone?"

Shang Lingling raised his head crookedly and propped his chin staggeringly: "Isn't this called you?"

Today's business collar is not quite right.

Fang Luming decided to talk less and save trouble.

She drank a lot, shook her head, and the lights flickered in her eyes, "I'll tell you a joke."

Fang Luming listened.

"Jing Zhao is pretending to have amnesia."

Fang Luming was shocked!
After the shock, the first-level alarm sounded in his mind.

Shang Lingling's eyes were wet and cold: "Why don't you laugh? Isn't it funny?"

Terrible.

The little witch, who had finally taken care of herself, returned to before liberation.

Fang Luming smiled very fakely: "Haha."

"You don't know, he still has revenge with my grandfather. I don't know if he is here to take revenge." Shang Lingling took a sip of wine, shook his head, and seemed to be talking to himself, "But whether it is or not, he tortured me."

What should be the response?

Fang Luming: "Haha."

The corner of Shang Lingling's mouth suddenly pressed down, and his eyelids were raised, frozen three feet: "What are you laughing at? Do you think I'm funny too?"

Fang Luming: "!"

It's not right to laugh, it's not right not to laugh, little witches are not easy to mess with, and even a little witch who is dizzy is not easy to mess with.

He changed his words, very sincere: "No, Jing Zhao is ridiculous, he lied to a woman, he is not a human being!"

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　　After eleven o'clock
　　
　
(End of this chapter)