Play Nice

Chapter 438: Dirty Literature: If You Are Four Years Old (One More)
The food in the hospital was not delicious, and Qin Xiang was pregnant again. Ms. Lu sent Jing Zhao and Shang Ling to bring the food to the hospital.

on the way back.

Shang Lingling diverged his thinking: "Fortunately, Director Chen only returned to the age of 14, if he returned to the age of four..."

How to do dirty literature?
Jing Zhao interrupted her imagination: "Don't make up your mind."

The business leader sat down and looked at Jing Zhao seriously: "If my mind becomes four years old, what will you do? Are you still like me?"

"What can I do, I can only be raised as a daughter."

Sure enough, my father is an angel in the world - Jing Zhao.

Shang Lingling didn't give up and wanted to ruin him: "But my body has already developed."

Jing Zhaoteng took his hand and tapped Shang Lingling's head with his finger: "Can you think of something normal?"

Shang Lingling couldn't help it, she continued to make up her mind, if Jing Zhao turned four years old... A switch in her body was suddenly turned on, and the monster was about to come out.

"Brother Jing Zhao."

This voice was so soft and tender that Shang Ling Ling was used to acting like a spoiled child.

Jing Zhao agreed: "Yes."

She blinked, don't look at her sweet smile, with a bad stomach in her stomach: "I want to play role-playing."

Jing Zhao didn't react: "What role play?"

"Sister Panic teaches the younger brother to do bad things."

"..."

It's still not strict enough, and I don't know where she learned these things.

Jing Zhao refused, very sternly: "No."

"Hmph, you're boring." The business leader shook his head, ignoring Jingzhao.

She ignored him all the way and pretended to be angry.

Arrived at Xingyue Mansion.

Jing Zhao backed the car into the parking space, and after a while, she still didn't speak, he was helpless: "Do you really want to play?"

Shang Lingling looked at him expectantly, his eyes were so innocent that it made one's heart soften, like a little goblin who just came down the mountain.

Then, Jing Zhao hummed.

She sometimes has some strange xp, no matter whether it exceeds Jing Zhao's scale, in the end, he must admit defeat.

Shang Lingling was very happy. She ate half a bowl of rice for dinner. She even ate two chopsticks of spinach, which she didn't like.

The night had just started, and Jing Zhao had business affairs that had not been completed. Shang Lingling decided to start a live broadcast. She had not broadcasted for a long time, and almost forgot that she was still a voice anchor.

"good evening."

The screen floated by.

【Wife! 】

【It's very early today】

【Missing Persons is finally online】

……

Shang Lingling covered the camera, and only the voice appeared: "I will read a section of "The Little Prince" to everyone today."

[Ruby's voice is great! ! 】

【You can go to bed early today】

[Whispering close to my ear I love it so much]

【Woman, you finally appeared】

……

Shang Lingling held the book in his hand and read softly: "My rose, others will think she is the same as you, but she alone is better than all of you. Because she is watered by me, because she is me In the flower hood, because I protected her with a screen, because I got rid of the caterpillars on her, because I heard her lament, her boast, and sometimes her silence, because she It's my rose."

[I really like this passage, do you have a class representative? 】

[I'm going to place an order for "The Little Prince"]

[Help, my ears are numb]

[ASMR, still has to be Ruby]

……

"You know, I'm responsible for my flowers—"

The phone on the table suddenly turned on.

Shang Lingling stopped temporarily: "I'm sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

Jing Zhao sent her a message, she turned off the microphone, opened the door, and Jing Zhao was at the door.

"what happened?"

"I'm going to Yunjiang."

"now?"

"Ah."

It must be something urgent.

"Can you tell me what you're going to do?"

Jing Zhao shook his head.Some things, the less she knows, the safer she is.

Shang Lingling didn't ask. Under the lamp, his eyes were as beautiful as polished gems. She stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his eye: "Be careful."

There is loss, but more worry and anxiety.She is a person who owns gems, and people who own gems will be trembling, the more precious they are, the more afraid of losing them.

Jing Zhao hugged her. Compared with kissing, Jing Zhao preferred this kind of hug that could hide her whole body: "I'll be back the day after tomorrow."

The business leader led him out, and he only took the umbrella.

Back in the room, she turned on the microphone and continued to read "The Little Prince": "You know, I am responsible for my flowers, and she is so weak, she is so innocent, she only has four insignificant thorns , protect yourself, resist foreign enemies..."

"My beloved flower is on that distant star."

She doesn't want to pick roses, she looks up to the stars.

　*****
　　From "The Little Prince"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)