Play Nice

Chapter 267: 267
Jing Zhao suddenly said, "That actor's character is not very good."

The topic was too sudden, and Shang Lingling did not pick up: "Huh?"

He focused on driving the car and looked ahead: "The actor you said is very elegant has a bad personality in private."

Not only is he unrefined, but his private life is a mess.

I won't go into detail about these calls.

The business leader took a long time to say, "Oh."

Her reaction was too bland, Jing Zhao thought she didn't believe it, and explained, "I didn't slander him, it's something everyone in the circle knows." It represents works, not people.”

This is a decent one.

Shang Lingling couldn't help laughing: "I know." How could she not hear it, "Mr. Jing, you like being jealous so much, how did you endure it for the past seven years?"

Jing Zhao licked his lower lip and did not answer the question.

How to bear it?
He couldn't bear it. From her high school to her university, her rotten peach blossoms that never died were more or less credited by him, coercion and temptation. In places she couldn't see, he did a lot of despicable things.

He was never a gentleman to her.

The location of the porridge shop is a bit biased, and it took a lot of time on the road.

When Jing held the car, she didn't like to be distracted, and Shang Lingling didn't chat with him. She played with her mobile phone on her own, because she swiped a lot of the actor's videos, and the system would automatically send her a BGM. It's all episodes from that morning's movie.

"Leader."

"Ah."

Jing Zhao reminded her: "Don't bow your head for a long time, it is not good for the cervical spine."

Shang Lingling raised his head: "Oh."

She turned off the phone, unpacked a package of snacks, and chatted with Jing Zhao.

"Jing Zhao." She teased him with a smile, "Do you think you're raising a daughter?"

Talking to her, Jing Zhao drove more slowly: "Do you think I'm taking too much control?"

He couldn't help but reflect, that he managed a little too much.

"No." Shang Lingling likes to be controlled by him, "I'm using my face and brain to substitute for the way you will teach your daughter in the future."

There is a picture in my mind, and the plot begins to be taboo.

"Brother Jingzhao, what will you do if I accidentally ingest a medicine that will turn into a child one day? Raise me as a daughter?"

The business leader thought this idea was great.

But Jing Zhao didn't give him any room for imagination: "According to the current technological development, this drug should not be developed within 50 years."

"I mean if."

What can I do, Jing Zhao said, "Raise you."

Shang Lingling doesn't read novels very often, and the only ones that she has read are those recommended by Zuo Xiaoyun.

Zuo Xiaoyun has a heavier taste.

"Then will you make out with the children's version of me?" She shouldn't, but she couldn't help but put on a little plot in her mind that would be banned when it was released.

Jing Zhao turned his head and said with a serious face, "You are not allowed to make up your mind."

She blinked and smiled badly: "I don't."

The location of the porridge shop is a bit difficult to find. The owner should be someone who knows Jing Zhao, so there is no need to make an appointment in advance.Because Shang Lingling suffered from the cold yesterday, the porridge ordered for lunch was light, but it tasted good.The environment of the store is good. There is a table on the second floor, and the female singer is playing and singing by herself, and there is a story in her voice.

on the way back.

The car window was open, and the fragrance came in. The business leader said, "There are roasted sweet potatoes."

"Do you want it?"

"Ah."

Jing Zhao stopped by the roadside: "Wait for me in the car."

He got out of the car and went to buy her roasted sweet potatoes.

There is a school in front, and the logo at the entrance of the school can be recognized by business leaders. In the early years, Shanghua International was mainly engaged in the aristocratic business school. In recent years, Shangyude has focused on exam-oriented education, and has begun to recruit primary and secondary schools at home and abroad. international aristocratic school.

At the intersection ahead, the teacher led a group of children out of the school, followed by a few men in suits, and finally an old man with a cane and a top hat.

Shang Lingling's eyes were suddenly fixed, and her pupils gradually lit up with fire, and the burning became more and more prosperous. She looked at one place, as if her soul had been taken away, and hatred controlled her reason. She sat in the main driver, holding the steering wheel with both hands, stepping on the Hit the throttle.

The car sped forward suddenly.

Jing Zhao didn't have time to think and rushed to the road: "Leader!"

呲——

The car stopped abruptly.

Shang Yude heard the sound and looked over, and he saw a car from a distance, with a person standing in front of the car.

Shang Lingling's hand on the steering wheel tightened.

Jing Zhao walked to the main driver's car window: "Lord, look at me here."

She turned her head and looked at him, her eyes scarlet.

Jing Zhao's voice seemed to have magic power, trying to pull back her sanity: "Let go of the handle."

Her fingertips were turned blue, but she still refused to let go: "I want to kill him."

If it wasn't for Jing Zhao rushing to the front of the car, she might have succeeded.

Jing Zhao shook his head at her: "No." He opened the car door, patted her head, and the sound was loud, like a heavy drum beating on the soft part of the eardrum, "Leader, we can't break the law."

But she really wanted Shang Yude to pay for her life.

She lowered her head.

Jing Zhao held her hand and took her out of the main driver. Like a marionette, she let him lead him back to the co-pilot without saying a word.

She might really be a lunatic, Shang Lingling thought.

Jing Zhao fastened her seat belt and put the sweet potato in her hand: "Is it hot?"

She finally recovered: "It's hot."

The slight burning pain in her hand made her sanity return to the cage.Jing Zhao took out a few pieces of paper, wrapped the sweet potato in a layer and gave it to her. He didn't accuse him, just kissed her hot fingertips.

Shang Yude's inquiring eyes came over.

Jing Zhao directly turned the direction and drove the car away.Along the way, Shang Lingling didn't say a word.

She seemed to calm down.

When she got home, she said calmly, "you're right, you can't mess around outside."

After all, in broad daylight.

She bit every word hard: "I should kill him without knowing it, as long as no evidence is left."

She was at the tip of her horns, and her thoughts went to the most extreme and dangerous place, regardless of her desire to vent her anger, which was frantically fermenting.

Jing Zhao took her hand: "Leader, you can't think like that."

She retorted loudly with red eyes: "Why not? He Shang Yude can kill and set fire, why can't I let him pay his debts with blood?" She didn't want to care about anything, "Those people in the Imperial Mansion are right, I'm the little witch, It doesn't matter if it's a neurosis or a pervert and anti-social, why should I endure it?"

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　　It's wrong to lead the way, don't learn

　　
　
(End of this chapter)