Play Nice

Chapter 410 410: The Little Witch and Xiao Jing Zhao (One More)
The next afternoon, Prady gave the final reply.

After Xu Yanqing answered the phone, she said to Cheng Shuang, "Director Zhang just called me back."

the sun is big.

Cheng Shuang was filming an outdoor scene, lying on the reclining chair under the awning and waiting: "What did he say?"

"Talk about the next cooperation."

This result is unexpected, how could the brand side replace Jingzhao.

"I also heard a grapevine."

"What gossip?"

Xu Yanqing said: "The business of Ruby is the business of Shanghua International."

Shanghua International was reshuffled a while ago, and now it is the first daughter of the merchant to dominate.

Cheng Shuang snorted yin and yang angrily: "It's not right to be a good-looking eldest lady, run to be a corpse cosmetic surgeon." Ping Bai caused others to suffer.

Xu Yanqing reminded: "If you remember to order a bunch of flowers to send to Lvwa Hutong, it will be an apology."

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The flowers ordered by Cheng Shuang were signed by He Jiang, and Jing Zhao and Shang Lingling were both in Huacheng.

Jing Hedong is going to have a big meal in the evening, and let Jing Zhao and the business leader help to buy vegetables.

There are discounts everywhere in the fresh produce section of the supermarket.

"Have you bought everything?" Shang Lingling took out the purchase list written by Jing Hedong and compared it with the items in the shopping cart.

Jing Zhao pushed the shopping cart: "There are also quail eggs."

Jing Hedong wrote a long list, and Jing Zhao glanced at it when he went out.

Shang Lingling was envious of his memory.

"Go get it, I'll wait for you here." She had other things to buy.

Jing Zhao left the shopping cart and went to get the quail eggs.

Shang Lingling pushed the shopping cart to the freezer. She opened the door, took three bags of glutinous rice ice cream, hid it at the bottom of the shopping cart, covered it with other things, and then pushed the cart to find Jing Zhao, and approached Found a lady talking with Jingzhao.

The lady looked over to Shang Lingling.

The lady withdrew her gaze, and Jing Zhao didn't know what to say, and then left.

Shang Lingling pushed the cart over: "Who is she?"

Jing Zhao put the quail eggs into the cart: "A freshman classmate."

He studied at an art academy in Hwaseong in his freshman year, with a photography department.

"What did you just say?"

Not many people in the supermarket before get off work time.

Jing Zhao took the cart from the business leader: "Ask me if I have time. I have some professional questions to ask me. I said my wife is waiting for me."

Young, beautiful women and men who take the initiative to talk to Jing Zhao are all classified as rivals in Shang Lingling.

"Did you have a lot of people chasing you when you were studying?" The road was too narrow, and Shang Lingling grabbed the clothes on both sides of Jing Zhao's waist and walked behind him like a tail.

Jing Zhao said, "It's okay."

It's definitely not just better, it's definitely a lot.The business leader asked, "Why do you reject people?"

If the other party didn't say it, Jingzhao should not know. If the other party confessed seriously, then he would also seriously refuse. The reason for refusal is usually: "Don't fall in love, don't get married."

"Is there any kind of crazy? It's no use if you refuse."

Jing Zhao thought for a while: "You."

"..."

Shang Lingling stepped on Jing Zhao's shoes.

He turned back.

The business leader led the death stare.

A passerby accidentally bumped into their shopping cart, and a corner of the glutinous rice cake ice-cream in the possession of the business leader was exposed.

Jing Zhao's eyes fell on it. It wasn't that she was not allowed to eat it, but that she ate it regardless of the quantity.

The business leader put one hand on the shopping cart, and said super arrogantly, "Don't touch this madman's ice cream!"

A passerby passed by.

Jing Zhao pulled the business leader to his side, avoiding the passers-by on the aisle: "Isn't that a little lunatic who dares to imprison me at the age of seven."

The business leader froze in surprise: "So you remember it all."

There is a scar on the inside of Jing Zhao's right index finger, the shape is a bit like a crescent moon.

It was the second time they met as children.

He was standing on the road outside the Lu family's villa, and she was sitting on the fence of his own villa.

The walls were high and high, and she looked down at him condescendingly.

"Who are you waiting for?"

He doesn't answer.

She is wearing a skirt, her legs are dangling, her long black hair is draped over her shoulders, her eyebrows are lined with bangs, her eyes are large, her pupils are black and white, her face is only the size of a slap, and she is holding a doll in her hand.

She is as delicate and beautiful as a doll.

Eight-year-old Jing Zhao had met very few girls, none more beautiful than her.The owner of the house where he stayed had mentioned her, she was the little witch of the merchant.

She sat on the fence for a long time. The wind was very strong, and the clouds were heavy, as if it was about to rain. There was a tall and thick tree behind her. The green leaves were densely packed, and the shadow of the tree shrouded her.

She really looks like the princess in the fairy tale book who was caught by the witch and brought into the castle.

"It's dangerous up there," he said.

The wind was so strong that the ladder swayed against the wall.

She was still sitting on it, looking at him on the ground, her long skirt swaying with her tender legs.

He said again: "It's dangerous up there."

He hesitated for a moment and walked under the wall.

She was on top, smiled, put her hands on the wall, and asked in a tender voice, "Whose little brother are you?"

"careful!"

The ladder was blown by the wind and slid towards her.

She was hit and fell off the high fence.

On the ground, he reached out to pick it up.

It's just that he, an eight-year-old child, couldn't catch it. He fell to the ground, his right hand touched the ground first, and his index finger pressed against a piece of glass on the ground, and the wound was deep with bone.

And she fell into the arms of her little brother.

At that time, Jing Zhao left a crescent-shaped scar on his finger.

Later in Vigaranka, Jing Zhao rescued the fleeing Shang Lingling. She saw the scar on his hand, so she pestered him and asked him if he had ever been to the Empire and how his hand was injured. .

Jing Zhao did not speak.

Shang Lingling thought he had forgotten.

"Jing Zhao, can you tell me your relationship with the Lu family?" Shang Lingling had already guessed something.

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　　Lingling's seven-year-old: Guan Xiaoge.

　　Fang Luming's seven-year-old: playing with mud.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)