Play Nice

Chapter 266: Jing Zhao who cooks, Jing Zhao who is jealous (two more)
Hou Yonghui hesitated for a while, then nodded.

"Someone planned it?"

He dared not look into Shang Lingling's eyes and nodded again.

The business leader digs deeper and deeper, and his voice becomes more and more tense: "Is it a businessman?"

Hou Yonghui continued to nod.

"Is it He Wanlin?"

This time he hesitated for a while, shook his head first, then nodded hastily.

Shang Lingling's patience has been worn away, and his tone is not salty or light, as if discussing radish and vegetables: "Do you still want your hands?"

Hou Yonghui raised his head abruptly, repeatedly said he wanted it, and dared not hesitate: "It's the chairman's intention, the chairman asked me to find a suitable candidate, and He Wanlin secretly gave me a sum of money behind the chairman's back and recommended me one A desperado named Cen Yongqing."

It was all right, and the people arranged by the business leaders found out that He Wanlin had remitted money to Cen Yongqing.Therefore, it was a pour of fuel and a fire that led to the kidnapping and tearing-up case that year.

There is another question, Shang Lingling clenched his hands tightly, and every word that was squeezed out of his throat trembled: "Is Shang Yude's target me, or my mother?"

Shang Yude didn't like Yang Shu, and felt that Yang Shu had ruined his son, and he didn't like Shang Lingling even more. As soon as she was born, Shang Huaixu had a ligation operation, and even plotted against his biological father to seize power, Grabbing shares, making a will, and wishing to leave the entire business to his jewel.

"I don't know." Hou Yonghui raised his head and glanced secretly at the beautiful girl in front of him. When his eyes met, he felt horrified and didn't dare to lie. He said tremblingly, "I-I really don't know, the chairman won't tell me this."

She was too much like his father, gloomy and crazy.

"What else?"

Hou Yonghui knew everything and said: "The kidnappers have appointed his wife to pay the ransom, which is also what the chairman means."

Oh, and one more thing, he whispered truthfully.

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The fever subsided in the middle of the night after the business leader, Jing Zhao asked her for sick leave in the morning, and he did not go out, so he contacted Jing Hedong remotely.

"Do you want to cut the red dates?"

The chicken was overcooked and removed fishy and oily.Jingzhao knew how to cook, but because of his poor sense of smell, he cooked very few times, making it a bit unfamiliar.

Jinghedong's remote guidance: "The taste is easy to come out when it is cut, and the collar likes sweet. If you cut the red dates into everything, the soup will be sweeter."

Jing Zhao changed the red dates into a knife and put them in the casserole.

The business leader came over with his slippers on: "Are you stewing soup?"

She had just woken up, her throat was uncomfortable, and she was a little hoarse.

"Well, the porridge is ready, the soup will take a while, you can drink the porridge first." She was still wearing pajamas, and the morning in the imperial capital in April was still cold, so Jing Zhao urged her, "Go and put on your coat."

"Oh."

Shang Ling led to the bedroom to change clothes, and went back to the kitchen after washing.

The soup was already boiling, Jing Zhao scooped it with a spoon and tasted it: "It's a little bland."

The phone is placed on the tiled countertop and left open.

Jing Hedong was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear it, so he said loudly, "Did you put umami soy sauce?"

"No."

"Put a spoonful of umami soy sauce first, and then taste it, if it's not enough, add more salt."

Jing Zhao did as he did. After adding the soy sauce, he stirred it twice. After a while, he tasted it again. It was still a little bland, so he added a little more salt.His sense of smell is impaired, and he can taste basic saltiness, but he can't taste the finer tastes, so he doesn't know if it's good or not.

"Brother Jing Zhao."

The business collar is attached from the back.

Jing Zhao hung up the phone, covered the casserole, and filled the bowl with porridge: "Eat first."

His fried poached eggs are very beautiful, the taste of the soup is just right, and it will not be greasy in the morning, sweet, and the corn in the soup has been peeled.He asked uncertainly a few times if it was good, and she nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

He is like this, he can do everything well, he can hold a gun, a camera, and make soup.

He also washed the dishes. Shang Lingling was a little fascinated by his actions of wiping the dishes. His movements were slow and slow, like wiping his camera, which was very ornamental.

"Aren't you going to work?"

After the dishes were placed one by one, Jing Zhao closed the cabinet door and said, "I will accompany you."

"I'm fine, you can go to work." Shang Lingling knew that he was very busy, busy with photography, and about Golden World.

Jing Zhao pulled her out of the kitchen: "I'm tired recently, I want to rest."

The excuse, he just wanted to accompany her.

In a vase on the table, there is a blue enchantress that Shang Lingling likes. He bought it when he went out in the morning. He has already cut off the extra flower branches. Each flower is just right. The blue petals meet the sunlight leaking in from the balcony. , the collision of gold and blue is so beautiful that it makes people feel happy.

"Anywhere you want to play?"

Shang Lingling didn't really want to go out: "Is there a projector at home?"

"Have."

"Let's watch a movie at home."

"it is good."

Jing Zhao changed the guest bedroom into a darkroom, which was just right for watching movies, and not too bright.He made a pot of honey tea that was good for his throat. Shang Lingling didn't like sour, so he specially put more honey.

It's just that the sofa is not very convenient, so I can only put a small one, it's a little crowded, or he can hold her.

They watched a biographical film about the life of a diplomat and the recorded history of a country from backwardness to greatness.The tone and dubbing of the film are quiet and soft, which can make people feel calm.

When it was about to finish, the business leader asked Jing Zhao, "Do you know the actor who played the middle-aged diplomat?"

Jing Zhao knows many artists.

"I've seen it once or twice."

Shang Lingling boasted casually: "He looks good in a suit and smiles very elegantly."

Suit.

Well, Jing Zhao took it down.

The honey tea was added twice with water, and it still smelled a touch of lemon.At the end of the movie, Shang Lingling was still lying on the sofa, checking the actor's information on his mobile phone.

It's almost 50 years old, I really can't see it.

Jing Zhao interrupted her: "What do you want to eat at noon?"

She looked away from the phone screen and looked at Jing Zhao: "I don't particularly want to eat."

"I know a good porridge shop, do you want to go?"

When Shang Lingling was sick, it was best to eat porridge, but he would only do the simplest.

"I'm going to change clothes."

Shang Lingling put down the phone and went to the bedroom to change clothes.Jing Zhao picked up the phone and turned off the actor's profile.

He Jiang called several times and said that Jing Zhao had pushed the filming, saying that he had a private trip today.

On the way to the porridge shop, Shang Lingling lowered his head and scanned a short video.

Jing Zhao suddenly said, "That actor's character is not very good."

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　　meow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)