Play Nice

Chapter 233 233: Jing Zhao is jealous (two more)

Shang Lingling hung up the phone, and Hou Yonghui had already lost all of his losses, so he left in disappointment.Mr. Ye nodded to the business leader, and then followed Hou Yonghui out.

The business leader played two games of Pai Gow and felt boring, so he went to the bar to order a glass of wine.

She doesn't drink very well, but she won't get drunk after just a few drinks, but her feet float a little and her brain is a little excited.

When she came out of the casino, a taxi stopped beside her. The driver asked her where she was going, but she ignored it and kept walking along the sidewalk.

She wasn't waiting for Jing Zhao, she just wanted to sober up.

When she came to an alley, she stopped to watch a couple fight.

"Where's my money?"

The man pushed the woman away, said fierce words, and lost his temper: "What kind of money?"

The woman has a big belly, except for the round belly, there is not much meat on her body: "The money I put under the bed."

The man quibble: "I don't know."

"Did you take it for a gamble?"

"I said I don't know."

The woman grabbed the man's clothes and beat his arm: "You give me the money, give me back!"

The man grabbed her hair and pulled it apart: "Crazy woman."

The woman staggered back, bumped her back against the trash can, and broke down emotionally: "Wang Hua! Are you still human? From my pregnancy to the present, you not only didn't take a penny home, but you also stole my money to gamble. , that's my money to have a baby!"

The man's face stiffened, he turned around and left.

The woman sat on the ground and began to cry, hysterically.

Shang Lingling didn't understand, why would such a scum still have a woman willing to give birth to him?
Not interesting.

As soon as she turned her head, her eyes just hit the person behind her, and the two pairs of eyes looked at each other, but neither saw sympathy in each other's eyes.

Perhaps, Cen Si is the same kind of person as her.

Crying less, the woman got up by herself and left with her big belly.

Cen Si said, "I came out to smoke."

It's an explanation, explaining that he didn't follow her.

Shang Lingling was also not familiar with him, so he replied, "Please."

When passing by, she smelled the smell of cigarettes, and she was smoking the same brand of cigarettes. That brand of cigarettes is not very easy to smoke, but the smell is special.

Shang Lingling stopped and stood at the entrance of the alley, at the intersection of light and dark. Light divided the shadow in her eyes into two halves: gloomy and bright: "I heard that you can do any business that makes money."

Cen Si looked at her and did not deny it.

The shadow of the tree is on the ground, not as long as the shadow of his legs, his suit jacket is open, his tie is messed up by the wind, and he is not straight. He wears a pure black formal suit with a cold heart.

"I have a business here," they looked at each other from a distance, and the business leader asked, "Are you going to do it?"

Cen Si held the cigarette between his fingertips and didn't smoke: "I will open the price?"

I heard that Master Cen eats people without spitting up bones.

Business leaders have conditions: "It can't be too outrageous."

There are only the two of them in the alley, and Sanlong Island is close to the sea. The wind here is cruel, blowing the branches, and the shadows under the radiance of Suyue sway.

Cen Si stepped forward against the wind, and the hair on his forehead was lifted, revealing a complete set of bones. He gave people a very contradictory feeling, with both beautiful bones and villainous skins.

He took out a silver business card case from his suit, pushed it away with one finger, took out one, sandwiched it between his two fingers, and handed it to the business collar: "It won't be outrageous."

The business leader thought for a moment and took it.

Business negotiated.

She turned around and stood at the entrance of the alley, waiting for Jing Zhao.

Cen Si stood on the other end, smoking a cigarette, looking at the direction of the intersection.The color of his pupils is not black enough, rather brown, because the pupil color is light, he always looks sloppy and indifferent when looking at people.

He exhaled smoke: "I'll wait for someone."

Shang Lingling didn't look back: "Please."

Then he didn't go, and the wind blew the smell of tobacco everywhere.

Shang Lingling's addiction was hooked up by him. There was a lady's cigarette in the bag, but she didn't find the lighter. She turned around and asked, "Is there a lighter?"

Jing Zhao can't control her recently, she doesn't smoke secretly anymore.

Cen Si didn't give her a lighter directly, but walked over to her side, the golden lighter turned half a circle in his hand, and after it ignited, he handed it to her to light a cigarette.

Shang Lingling bit his cigarette and went to light it.

The shadow on the ground drew closer, and as soon as the smoke touched the flame, she was pulled by her hand and dragged away from the alley.

She turned back.

Jing Zhao took the cigarette away from her fingertips: "You have been coughing for the past two days, so you can't smoke."

Next to it was a trash can, and Jing Zhao threw the cigarette into it accurately.The island was windy, the business collar was pretty, and the flesh-colored leggings in the skirt looked like bare legs. Jing Zhao took off his jacket and put it on her.

Only then did he look at Cen Si, and across the flame of the lighter, he glanced hurriedly, calmly and calmly, then looked away, and led Shang Ling away.

Sanlong Island at night filled the atmosphere, Cen Si's eyes were blue with flames, he raised his hand, borrowed the firelight, and looked at the tail ring on his finger.

The neighborhood of the casino is very lively.

Jing Zhao walked on the outside of the sidewalk, slowed down and cooperated with the business leader: "What are you doing on Sanlong Island?"

The business leader drank the wine, stepped on the shadow and fluttered: "Don't do anything."

"What did you say to Cen Si?"

"Nothing to say."

Jing Zhao grabbed her and wanted to speak more seriously, but the words fell lightly: "Leader."

She was still laughing, drank wine, and her eyes were bright: "Is it bad to be kept secret? Brother Jing Zhao, I learned from you."

Now every time she calls brother Jing Zhao, she is either coquettish or angry at him.

Jing Zhao's brows have not been stretched since just now: "Cen Si is very dangerous, don't get too close to him."

She chose to be disobedient: "I think he's pretty good. He helped me last time in Xijing."

"You know him well?"

"Several times."

The strength in Jing Zhao's hands involuntarily increased: "How many times? Where have you seen them all?"

The business leader took his hand away and refused to hold it: "Why should I tell you?"

Jing Zhao is a gentleman and never speaks ill of people: "Cen Si is not a good person."

"I'm not a good person either."

He never pushes others hard: "Don't get too close to him."

Shang Lingling held his hands and looked at his expression carefully, it was rare to see his irritable and dull look.

Usually more prudent.

"Are you jealous?"

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　　good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)