Play Nice

Chapter 253: Dirty Literature
Except for the barrage, it's all about Mr. Jing, don't go.

Shang Lingling continues to the next process: bandaging.Scissors cut tape and gauze, and the voice was pulled into the microphone, and the monotonous white noise lulled people to sleep.

Finally, put the doll in the hospital gown.

"Okay, the operation is over." Shang Lingling said to the audience, "Good night."

She got off the live broadcast, turned off the computer, and went to the living room.

Jing Zhao was sitting on the sofa in the living room with the laptop open and resting on his lap.

The business leader led over: "What are you doing?"

"Watching you live."

Shang Lingling went up and looked at the screen. The page that was being opened was her live broadcast platform.

Login Name: Ruby9876
She was surprised: "This number turns out to be you."

"Ah."

She has an impression of this name. She was not very popular during her early live broadcasts, and this account occasionally comments.The content of the comments is nothing special, and the tone is not like a young man who often surfs.

"When did you start watching my live stream?"

Jing Zhao said, "In the beginning."

That's three or four years.

Shang Lingling leaned against Jing Zhao's chest with his hands on his pillow: "You peeped at me."

That's right.

Jing Zhao didn't deny it: "You said before that you started the live broadcast because you wanted to learn from Ming Yuexi." He put the computer aside and put his hand on her waist, "What about now?"

He didn't want her to be swayed by him, and hoped that she could do everything out of love.

"In the beginning, I wanted to learn to live broadcast, but then I became interested in doing it." Shang Lingling lay on Jing Zhao's body, and his fingers touched his chest for a while, "I like to do sound content, no matter what. Foley or ASMR, it's fun."

That's good.

Jing Zhao said, "Your Foley sound is excellent."

Shang Lingling raised his face: "Really?"

"Well, I'm half an insider." He praised her because of his preference for his girlfriend and the level of discrimination of half an insider. "You are excellent."

Shang Lingling was a little proud: "Of course, don't look at who his girlfriend is."

Jing Zhao smiled and patted her head in praise.

She lay on top of him, reached the computer, and pulled the mouse: "All your messages are for me to sleep." She tilted her head to look at Jing Zhao, smiling brightly, "Brother Jing Zhao, let's sleep."

Jing Zhao pulled up the sweater she was rubbing up on: "Where do you sleep?"

She raised her hands and wrapped her arms around Jing Zhao's neck: "I want to sleep in a cage."

I want to play cage literature, and I also want to play dirty literature.

"it is good."

Jing Zhao took her to the room where the cage was placed, and after putting her on the bed, he went to wash up.While he was washing, Shang Lingling went to spray some perfume.

He came back soon, lay beside her, and said good night.

She tossed and turned for about ten minutes.

"not sleepy?"

"Well, I'm not sleepy at all." During the good times, Shang Lingling felt that it would be a waste not to do anything else.

Jing Zhao turned over and faced her: "Do you want me to sleep?"

"Okay."

He thought about it for a while, and began to read: "On the rolling hills and open grasslands of Fordham, the lions are divided, and the male lions guard the hard-won territory, so Molly and the other lionesses can Raising children in relative peace."

Business leader: "..."

Silent, look at the roof.

"Molly took the time to take a break while looking after the one-year-old cub."

Jing Zhao has a good voice that is very suitable for ASMR. When the voice is lowered, it can easily calm the restlessness.

His chest resonated, and his heartbeat was steady and powerful.

"Most nights she goes out hunting with her sisters, foraging for the pack, while Maude, the leader, defends the territory and provides a safe environment for the cubs to grow up..."

Shang Lingling closed his eyes unconsciously.

"Leader."

She muted, and subconsciously leaned into Jing Zhao's arms.

He kissed her face: "Good night."

He was dreaming again.

"Brother Jing Zhao."

In the dream, the girl asked him, "Do you have anything you like?"

"Mountains, rivers, stars, sunrises."

"You can't buy these." The girl said coquettishly, "Then don't I want to give you a world?"

Jing Zhao woke up from the dream, opened his eyes slowly, the person in his arms moved, and he instinctively tightened his hands.

"Leader."

Shang Lingling was half asleep, dazed: "Huh?"

Jing Zhao whispered in her ear: "You ask me again."

"what?"

"Ask me what I like."

She couldn't keep her eyelids open, and actually didn't know what she was talking about: "What do you like?"

Jing Zhao replied again: "Moon."

Tonight, there is no moon outside the window, the moon is in Jing Zhao's arms.

The next day is Monday, work day.

Jing held a car delivery business to lead him to the funeral home, and met Zhou Ziheng and Qin Xiang in the garage.

Shang Lingling sat in the car and said hello: "Morning."

Qin Xiang replied, "Morning."

"Want to take my car?"

Qin Xiang said, "No."

Zhou Ziheng pushed the electric motor and followed Qin Xiang.

The business leader waved his hand: "See you in the hall."

Jing Zhao glanced at the rearview mirror and briefly glanced at Zhou Ziheng in the mirror, then drove the car out.

Shang Lingling doesn't have to worry about revealing his identity now, just curious: "Is Qin Xiang's boyfriend really Chen Yedu's twin brother?"

Jing Zhao was waiting for the traffic light: "It shouldn't be."

"Then who is he?"

"They may be the same person, but that's just my guess." There are too many coincidences, and Jing Zhao never believes in coincidences.

"Did Qin Xiang really kill Chen Yedu's father?" Shang Lingling heard a lot of rumors about Qin Xiang's murder at the funeral home.

"Qin Xiang confessed his guilt back then, and the rest is unclear."

The business leader sighed: "They are so cruel."

*****
Zhou Ziheng drove Qin Xiang to the funeral home on an electric bike. He left the car and planned to go back by bus.

Qin Xiang was very worried about him: "You can watch TV at home, don't run around, and don't go out to work."

Zhou Ziheng doesn't like to hear these words, it's too much like a mother educating her son.

He was super upset: "I'm not a child." Forget it, what does his girlfriend care about with her, "Go to work, I'll pick you up at night."

Qin Xiang took out a few banknotes from his bag: "Here."

Zhou Ziheng's face collapsed: "Why?"

"Give you flowers."

How could he, a big man, take his girlfriend's money.

"What do you think of me? Is your son still your little white face?" He grabbed the money and stuffed it back into Qin Xiang's pocket, "I will earn it myself if I need to spend money, don't worry about me, I'm leaving."

He is going to make money, and then give all the money he makes to Qin Xiang.

He would never hide private money.

What did he think of, he turned around and ran back.

Qin Xiang hasn't left yet: "Did you forget something?"

"I forgot to kiss you." He was too tall, put his hands on his knees, bent down, and kissed Qin Xiang's face heavily.

"gone."

As he walked backwards, he waved at Qin Xiang, smiling so satisfied and cheerful.

He was the same as then, but he was just growing up.Qin Xiang likes him very much, and also likes him now.

When he couldn't see Qin Xiang anymore, Zhou Ziheng turned around and walked well.At this time, two men in the uniforms of the staff of the funeral home came out of the cafeteria, and they passed by Zhou Ziheng.

"What are you looking at? Staring at your phone early in the morning." The man wears glasses and is very young.

The companion said, "Master Qin, the outsider in our department, knows, I plan to chase her."

The man with glasses was surprised when he heard this: "Qin Xiang?"

Zhou Ziheng's footsteps stopped abruptly.

"Well, just her."

"Isn't it, you have such a strong taste? I heard that she killed people, but it was her adoptive father. You are still chasing her, aren't you afraid?"

"That's all rumors."

The man with glasses said firmly: "It's the real thing, I heard Director Liu say that it's because she has a murder case that she can't get it right."

A voice interjected: "Who do you say killed someone?"

The man with glasses turned his head: "Who are you?"

Zhou Ziheng walked over, blocking the road, his eyes were cold: "Who did you just say?"

The man with glasses choked: "What's your business?"

Zhou Ziheng could actually understand why the Chen family locked him up. He had no moral bottom line, he couldn't control his anger, and he liked to use violence.

He kicked the man's chest, and the man fell into a field of electric cars, trying to get up.

He stepped on it and crushed it hard: "Again, who has killed someone?"

The man with glasses was frightened by his eyes, and said tremblingly, "Qin... Qin Qin Xiang, Qin Xiang has killed people."

The glasses man's companion is already stupid, and he has never seen such a violent and fierce person.

"It's not her." Zhou Ziheng stepped on the man and squatted down, picked up a stone, and smashed it at the head, "I killed it by me."

Smash it down one by one, and soon see the blood.

　****
　　after twelve o'clock
　　
　
(End of this chapter)