Play Nice

Chapter 277: 277
The car has gone far.

Su Jiangqing retracted his gaze, turned his head, and saw that Cen Si was still looking at the direction where Jing Zhao and Shang Lingling left.

"If you like it, why don't you fight?"

If you use some means, you may not be able to grab it. After all, Master Cen in the shopping mall is best at robbing.

"This is not something you can ask, Jiang Qing," Cen Si called her name, and her words were clear and cold.

He got in the car and left Su Jiangqing where he was.

Contention?
That has to be qualified, he doesn't.

Tongxiang Bay.

"Jing Zhao."

The businessman was in the bathroom.

Jing Zhao walked to the door: "Well."

She said inside: "Come in."

The door is not locked.

Jing Zhao pushed open the door and went in: "What's wrong?"

Shang Lingling stood in front of the washbasin, his hair turned to one side, his back turned to the mirror, revealing the white and slender back of his neck: "I can't reach it, you help me pull the zipper."

The store clerk helped to put it on, but it is a little difficult to take it off alone.

Jing Zhao lifted her skirt to one side to avoid stepping on it, and then walked in front of her. The height difference was just right. He leaned over and wrapped one hand behind her. He didn't rush to unzip the zipper, but his fingers touched the zipper. head.

"Leader."

The business leader looked up: "Yes."

Looking at the eye shadow under the light, there are looming flashes, which make her pupils brighter.

She was beautiful, Jing Zhao always knew that.

"Does it look good?" he asked.

"what?"

He said, "The suit."

The business leader reacted and lowered his head and smiled.

Didn't she say that an actor looked good in a suit before.

Jing Zhao's suit is a classic black suit with a clean and straight white shirt. He is not thin, his muscles are just right, his legs are long and his shoulders are wide, which is very suitable for wearing a formal figure.

Jing Zhao has not finished asking: "Is it elegant?"

Shang Lingling also praised the actor's elegance.

Her eyes were like a scanner, sweeping from Jing Zhao's eyebrows all the way to the Adam's apple on the collar of his shirt.

"Not polite."

She grabbed Jing Zhao's tie, pulled him down and said, "You are not elegant." She stood on tiptoe and branded a lipstick mark on his white shirt collar, "But it looks good."

She has never seen anything better than Jing Zhao wearing a suit. She wants to die, buttoning up to the top, not revealing an inch of her skin, but there is a restrained and secret sexual tension.

The red lips moved from the collar to Jing Zhao's lips.

He grabbed her waist in response, touched the zipper with his fingers, and pulled it down gently.The zipper of the dress was opened to the waist, and his fingers swept across her back, touching the slightly bulging bone in her back waist.

The skirt slipped and fell to the ground.

Jing Zhao tightened his left hand and put the business collar into his arms. The body that was attached to his chest was too soft. He closed his eyes and kissed her. With his empty right hand, he brought the bathrobe on the sink. Dress her up.

After the deep kiss was over, he lowered his head, helped her fasten the belt around her waist, stretched out his left hand to her back, and touched the bone in her back again.

"how did you make it?"

The bone under the finger pulp is a little different, it bulges out a little, it is invisible to the naked eye, but it can be felt by the hand.

Shang Lingling pulled out the hair under the bathrobe: "When I was eight or nine years old, my father was not at home, and my mother took the luggage and wanted to leave. I held her and wouldn't let her go. She pushed me, but I didn't. Stand firm and fall downstairs."

She helped Jing Zhao take off the tie clip: "I'm not so afraid of pain after that time."

Because she suffered permanent damage, her pain perception became less sensitive.

Jing Zhao lowered his body and asked her to untie her tie: "Do you blame her?"

Shang Lingling shook his head: "She didn't do it on purpose. She hugged me and cried for a long time. She didn't hug me very much before."

Before that, she always thought that Yang Shu didn't love her.

"My dad said that it's not that she doesn't love me, and that she doesn't want to be close to me because she's afraid she'll be reluctant to leave in the future."

In the first year of their marriage, Yang Shu knew that Shang Huaixu's psychology was different from that of normal people. He was paranoid and morbid.

"Dad doesn't always shut her up. If she wants to leave, she has a chance, but since I was injured, she never said she wanted to leave."

Shang Lingling rarely talks about Yang Shu with others: "If she talks to the opposite sex, or she sees the opposite sex, it is not necessarily, even the same sex, the father will be angry, and then put her in a cage. She does not She likes being locked up, she's a very good dancer, she loves her career, she loves freedom, she wants to fly out of the cage."

But Yang Shu stayed behind after all.

"After my father passed away, my mother wrote a will and left all movable and immovable properties to me. It was also notarized. If I had an accident, all the property would be returned to the society, and nothing would be left to Shang Yude and the others." Shang Lingling lowered his eyes, a little sad, "She is protecting me."

Shang Lingling was only 14 years old at that time, and the Yang family would not really protect her. The wealth left by her parents would endanger her, but it could protect her if used well.

Yang Shu paved the way, but Shang Lingling still blamed her because: "She didn't stay with me, she took sleeping pills and went to my father."

Jing Zhao said, "She should love you very much."

Shang Lingling does not deny: "She loves my father more." He also hates him because he interrupts her arrogance and deprives her of everything she loves.

Business leaders once thought that she and Jing Zhao would follow the same path.

"What about you? You never told me about your biological mother."

Jing Zhao mentioned his biological father several times, but never mentioned his biological mother.

He hugged the business collar collar, and his half-frustrated face was reflected in the mirror: "she's not good, I don't like her, I only have one mother, Ms. Lu."

The business leader didn't ask any more questions.

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