Play Nice

Chapter 415 415: Baby, hold tight (one more)
This time is different from before.

This is the first time Jing Zhao and Shang Ling have traveled far after they received their certificates.Perhaps because he hadn't left for a long time, Shang Lingling had developed the habit of being around him and was not used to being separated for a while.

In the past half-day, her mood can be described as ever-changing. She thinks that she may have a disease called separation anxiety.

In the beginning, she was very sensible, and spoke to Jing Zhao softly and exhorted.

"You have to pay attention to safety outside."

Jing Zhao said yes.

She added: "Now that you have a family, don't take risks lightly."

Jing Zhao also said yes.

She was a little empty in her mind, and after thinking about it, she continued: "Sleep well, eat well, and if conditions permit, report to me every day to be safe."

Jing Zhao said everything was okay, everything was okay.

He simply parked the car on the side of the road and listened to her.

The setting sun poured in through the car window, illuminating his silhouette.

"Don't be distracted when you're doing things outside, don't worry about me, I'll be good at home, don't make trouble, don't stay up late, don't eat indiscriminately, don't walk at night, lock the door when you sleep, close the window, and look for something Mom and Dad and Mr. Zhao."

She said this was to make Jing Zhao have no worries.

Jing Zhao didn't want her to be obedient in everything. He wanted her to be free and unfettered under the premise of being safe enough.

Jing Zhao said, "It doesn't matter if you make trouble, just don't suffer any losses."

On the way home, the business leaders were very well-behaved and sensible. As soon as she entered the house, her little face was pulled down.

The second stage of separation anxiety disorder - anger.

"Can you not go to Sisigor?"

It was just fine.

At this moment, the expression on the little girl's face was like the sky was falling.

"What's wrong?" Jing Zhao hung up the umbrella.

She said very hard: "You don't want to leave, I don't want you to leave."

"I'll be back soon."

She took down the umbrella and held it tightly in her hands, as if he couldn't go without giving Jing Zhao an umbrella.

"I don't care, I won't let you go."

Jing Zhao patiently explained the reason: "This time I went to Sisigor to investigate my father's affairs. I have to go."

"Then take me with you."

"No, Sisigor is not peaceful." His tone was not negotiable.

There are mafia everywhere in Sisigor, a place that is even less peaceful than Vigaranka.

Shang Lingling was at the bottom of his emotions at this moment. He didn't listen to reason and complained, "You don't love me anymore."

Jing Zhao wanted to coax her and kiss her.

She hugged the umbrella to avoid: "you go away, don't you kiss me."

She was unreasonable and pushed Jing Zhao into the cage of the second bedroom. She clinged tightly to the door: "You are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

She was so unreasonable.

Jing Zhao laughed instead.

She made a phone call and said loudly on purpose, "I want a custom cage, the super super strong kind."

Ms. Lu came up to call for dinner, and when she saw the cage, she didn't take it seriously, she just acted as a couple for fun.

After dinner, Shang Lingling entered the third stage of parting anxiety - sadness.

She's going to be sad.

Holding the umbrella, she squatted pitifully in front of Jing Zhao: "Brother Jing Zhao."

She flashed a pair of beautiful eyes and begged to be taken away with tears: "take me away with you."

Jing Zhao put down the half-finished mail, held Shang Lingling's waist, picked her up, and put it on the table.

"Why are you still crying, but it's not like you won't come back."

She threw away the umbrella and hugged Jing Zhao: "Would you take me with you?"

Jing Zhao kissed the end of her red eyes, and his coaxing voice was softer than before: "Baby, be nice, okay? I won't be able to leave if you do this."

Her reaction to parting this time was very big, and she wrapped her feet around Jing Zhao: "Then don't leave."

After nine o'clock, separation anxiety enters the fourth stage - clinging.

Wherever Jing Zhao went, business leaders followed.

Jing Zhao can only type with one hand, and the other hand is held by the business leader. The mailbox he is using is the business mailbox of Shanghua International.

Shang Lingling is not good at managing companies and is not interested in it. Ever since Jing Zhao transferred Zhang Fuxiao from Golden World to Shanghua International as CEO, she has never asked about the company. She believes in the person Jing Zhao is looking for.

"Are you in charge of Shanghua International?"

Jing Zhao's beautiful and slender fingers moved on the keyboard: "No, Zhang Fuxiao will give it to me if he is not sure."

"Oh."

Shang Lingling held Jing Zhao's hand, rested his head on him, and stayed silent.

Jing Zhao is actually not sure how long he will be out this time, so he wants to handle some urgent matters tonight, because there are a lot of things.

It's past ten o'clock.

The business collar collar drooped his eyelashes, occasionally flapping up and down.

"are you sleepy?"

"not sleepy."

Jing Zhao stood up.

Shang Lingling hugged his waist: "Where are you going?"

"Give you hot milk."

She didn't let go and followed Jing Zhao like a little tail.

Jing Zhao's original intention was to let her go to bed earlier after drinking milk: "I still have a few plans to look at, you go to bed first."

"No."

The business leader raised his head, and called him here and there.

Jing Zhao had nothing to do with her, so he turned off the computer and went to wash up.

She still followed.

Jing Zhao patted her head: "I'm going to take a bath, won't you let go?"

She shook her head, her eyes filled with honey, all attachment, too clingy.

Jing Zhao had no choice but to take her into the bathroom.

When she went in, of course he couldn't take a good shower, as she made trouble, as she asked for this and that.

The sound of water never stopped.

When Jing Zhao was emotional, his voice was lower than usual: "Baby, hold tight."

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　　Zhou Ziheng: Oh, who is numb?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)