Play Nice

Chapter 458: 458

After leading Shang Ling to the dubbing studio, Jing Zhao went to Lvwa Hutong.

"Mr. Jing."

He Jiang stood at the door and should have waited for a while: "A guest is here." It was the guest he couldn't handle.

Jing Zhao hangs up the umbrella.

There are tables in the hall for entertaining guests.There was a cup of coffee on the table, Lu Changyou was sitting on the side by the sun, wearing an off-white dress, jewelry with a pearl necklace, and a watch with a leather strap. She had a good manner and was generous and dignified.

Jing Zhao walked over.

Lu Changyou raised his head and looked calm: "Aren't you going to sit?"

Jing Zhao sat down.

He Jiang brought a glass of ice water and put it in front of Jing Zhao.

Lu Changyou picked up the coffee and took a sip. It didn't seem to suit her taste. She put down the cup again: "I happened to be passing by, come in and have a look."

Jing Zhao didn't answer the call, he was drinking water.

He is not familiar with Lu Changyou.

"When my father was still alive, Jingjian often came to the mansion to visit relatives." Lu Changyou asked casually, "Why didn't you come together?"

The first time she knew about Jing Zhao, it was Ji Panxi who told her that it was Lu Changan's eldest son who suddenly appeared, but it was unknown whether it was Lu Changan's biological birth.

Jing Zhao heard Lu Changyou's temptation: "I was in poor health before, and I was fostered with relatives abroad, and I only returned to China in the past few years."

This is what Ms. Lu Changan was thinking, and she was speaking to the outside world.

"That's it."

Lu Changyou elegantly took another sip of coffee that didn't suit her taste.

"I still have things to do, please do it."

Just as Jing Zhao was about to get up, Lu Changyou said calmly, "I went to the detention center today, and I heard that you visited a few of them. Why didn't I know that you still had friendship with her."

This is what she came here for today.

"No friendship." Jing Zhao said.

"Then what are you talking about?"

Regarding Shang Baolan's death, Ji Liaoliao said that it was a drinking mistake, but Lu Changyou still had doubts, and always felt that there was a secret that she didn't know, and Jing Zhao seemed to know this secret.

She couldn't see through this young man, she didn't like his eyes very much, there was a sense of familiarity that made her uncomfortable, and she didn't know what purpose he had. She intuitively told her that he was dangerous.

"You should ask your daughter."

Jing Zhao got up, took out two pieces of paper, wiped the water off the table, and took the cup he had drunk with.

The coffee cup Lu Changyou was holding suddenly slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground.The coffee was splashed everywhere, and she didn't know if it was because she lost her manners that she had a panic on her face, who had always been paying attention to her image.

Jing recalled his head and glanced at the messy ground: "No."

He went straight to the darkroom.

Lu Changyou returned to the car in a trance, the off-white skirt was stained with coffee, very embarrassed.

She noticed Jing Zhao's hand just now, and there was a scar on his finger.

19 years ago, she locked that child in the wine cellar of the Lu family.

Aunt Qi called her up late at night: "Miss, this child has been burned for two days."

She was wearing a white nightdress and walked towards the child.

She likes white, white is clean, and she hates all dirty things.

The child curled up on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, reached out and grabbed her clothes, the child's chapped lips opened and closed, calling her: "Mom..."

She hates dirty things.

Just like this kid.

She instinctively grabbed his neck and tried hard to make him shut up: "Don't call me, don't call me!"

The child raised his hand with difficulty, trying to break free.

There was a white scar on his finger, as if the scab had just come off.

Seeing her mental breakdown, Aunt Qi went up to pull her.

"Miss!"

"Miss!"

"..."

"Miss."

It was the voice of the driver, Mr. Kim.

When Lu Changyou came back to his senses, he realized that his palms were all sweaty.

It must be a coincidence, it must be.

She opened the car window and gasped, "Go back to the mansion."

*****
On August 16th, Jing Zhao had to go to western Myanmar due to urgent business.

Shang Lingling didn't take him to the airport, but sent him to the downstairs of the community: "Do you want to stay there for a long time?"

She is very sensible now, and she won't let him go.

"Just a few days."

"you take care."

"Ah."

Jing Zhao hugged her with one hand, took her ring-wearing hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

*****
On the day of NO.19, Sister Zhou gave Shang Lingling a seal carved by herself.

A special corpse that needs to be repaired was delivered today. Shang Lingling and Lao Pei entered the repair room early in the morning, but did not come out halfway.

In the corridor of the wake hall, two girls walked side by side.

The girl on the right is named Liu Ruo and works in the farewell hall: "Do you feel that today is different?" She couldn't help looking around.

The girl on the left is her colleague, Zhang Ziwei: "No."

Liu Ruo rubbed her goosebumps arm: "Don't you think it's gloomy everywhere today?"

"You've been here for more than half a year, still not used to it?"

It is normal for a funeral home to be gloomy, because to preserve the body, the temperature in the entire home will be low.

Liu Ruo was suspicious: "Today is different, today is more gloomy."

"Why is it more gloomy?"

"Today is Ghost Day."

Oh, ghost festival.

It was Shang Lingling's birthday.

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　　Good Calvin.The next update will be tomorrow at around eleven o'clock

　　
　
(End of this chapter)