Play Nice

Chapter 378 378: White cut black, twisted sister control
In the evening, Fang Luming asked Shang to invite Dong and Yang Qingchi to get together and open a game-themed private room.

Fang Luming was the first to go out, and he had nothing to do, so he called Shang Lingling.

"Congratulations, I got Jing Zhao."

The game was loud in the room.

The little ancestor said, "It's so noisy."

Fang Luming turned his voice down in the past, which attracted Yang Qingchi's cold eyes. He and Shang Qiongdong didn't know who Fang Luming was calling.

The sound of the game was so low that it couldn't cover Fang Luming's indebted voice: "Do you have to thank me? I am a major contributor to your success."

On the screen, the game character operated by Shang Qiongdong stopped all actions.

The business leader said, "You are a dog-headed military strategist."

I hadn't heard the name Goutou for a while, Fang Luming felt it was quite kind, and he laughed condescendingly: "Shang Lingling, I won't take you to kill the donkey like this."

"Are you a donkey?"

He snorted: "I'm a dog, okay?"

Today is a good day for her. His second master is generous, so he doesn't care about her.

He asked with great interest, "Are you asking for marriage or Jing Zhao?"

In the game, the business is hanging in the winter.

"Jing Zhao begged." I could hear the joy and satisfaction of Shang Lingling.

Fang Luming put his leg on the table, picked up a green tea and threw it into his mouth: "This is almost the same. He lied to you so much before, so he should kneel down and beg."

On the other side of the phone, Jing Zhao was calling for Shang Lingling.

The business leader responded to Jing Zhao and said, "I'm going to hang up."

Fang Luming raised his eyebrows cheaply: "A spring night is worth a thousand dollars, I understand."

The business leader hung up the phone.

Yang Qingchi is not dead yet, he is still playing games.

Fang Luming kicked his chair: "Did you call your cousin?"

"I didn't call, we don't communicate often."

Yang Qingchi and Shang Lingling are not close, and they rarely contact each other.

Fang Luming turned his head and asked Shang Qiongdong, "How about you?"

Shang asked Dong to keep silent.

Fang Luming was instantly angry: "The two unconscionable ones are your sister anyway. You don't even call one when she gets married."

The more Fang Luming thought about it, the more pitiful he felt, what kind of brother is this?
He leaned back on his arm and said, "Hey, my heart is cold."

He had to have a conscience as a bamboo horse.

"I'm quite happy for her, Jing Zhao is a good person, and she can control her." Fang Luming suddenly gave birth to an old father-like gratification, "Didn't you find out? After the business leader began to interact with Jing Zhao, the more he It’s becoming more and more human, and it’s not messing around anymore, and it’s better than before—”

"Jing Zhao doesn't deserve her."

This sentence is so cold that it doesn't look like Shang Qingdong said it.

The field suddenly became cold, and Yang Qingchi turned off the game.

Fang Luming retracted his stretched legs and looked at Shang Qiongdong: "Why can't you be worthy?"

Shang Qingdong is famous for being good-natured and good-natured, never arguing with others, but now he has a cold face, and those beautiful eyes like Liuli are full of ill will.

"Why didn't he change himself? Why should he change my sister? If he can't accept my sister's way of doing things, he shouldn't provoke her. He's not worthy of my sister at all."

Fang Luming said with a questioning tone, "Who is worthy of that?"

"No one deserves it."

"Are you worthy?"

Fang Luming just finished his words, Shang Qiongdong grabbed his collar and pressed him on the sofa: "Don't insult my sister!"

His eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to hit someone.

Yang Qingchi had never seen Shang Qiongdong look so violent, he stepped forward and pulled the frame: "What are you two doing?"

Shang please Dong let go.

Fang Luming straightened his clothes, put away his cynical attitude, and reminded Shang Qingdong: "Don't you think you are taking too much?"

Shang Qingdong drank the wine in his glass, got up and left.

Yang Qingchi was a little confused: "What's wrong with him?"

"Do you think that please Dong has a little affection for the collar," Fang Luming searched his stomach and thought of a word, "distorted?"

"There's something wrong with what he looked like just now. He won't like my cousin, will he?"

Shang Qiongdong is an adopted son and has no blood relationship with Shang Lingling.

Fang Luming thought for a while: "It's not like that."

Shang Qingdong just used the word insult.

"It should still be within the scope of sister control, it's just too much."

Fang Luming suddenly remembered a past event.When he was a freshman in high school, because of that face, even if he had a weird temper, the peach blossoms bloomed very well.

Fang Luming didn't have a good relationship with Shang Lingling at that time. I don't know who spread it out, saying that he and Shang Lingling were childhood sweethearts. .

It was not easy for him to refuse. The next class, Liao Fan, was his buddy. He took the limited-edition silk scarf that Liao Fan bought to the store.

The door of Shang Lingling's room was closed, and the door of Shang Xingdong's room next to him was open.

"What about your sister?"

Shang Qingdong was reading a book: "Why are you looking for her?"

"This is given to her by Liao Fan from Class [-]."

"Let it go, my sister is not at home, I'll give it to her later."

Fang Luming put his things down and was about to go out when he saw a piece of purple lace fabric leaking from the edge of the trash can, much like the doll he had stuffed into Shang Lingling as a birthday present last month.

He reaches out-

Shang Qingdong took the trash can away: "Don't touch it, it's dirty."

His eyes were so innocent.

Fang Luming withdrew his hand: "Don't forget to give it."

Shang asked Dong to say ok.

Fang Luming went downstairs, suddenly remembered the basketball league and forgot to mention it, so he turned back.The door was not closed, he was just about to push the door, and saw Shang Bingdong through the crack of the door.

Shang Qingdong held a pair of scissors in his hand and cut the silk scarves into strips.

Fang Luming didn't think much about it at the time, after all, Shang Qingdong was a child of other people's families in the mouths of many parents.

Thinking about it now, probably in the eyes of Shang Qingdong, no one is qualified to approach Shang Lingling, including Fang Luming.

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　　good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)