Play Nice

Chapter 67: 067

Jing Zhao got into the car: "Wait for me for another half an hour."

"it is good."

Jing Zhao talked more than usual tonight: "It's windy outside, don't wait outside."

The business leader was very obedient: "Okay."

Jing Zhao hung up the phone and told the driver in front of him to go to Century Plaza.If there is no traffic jam from Beijing North Gate to Century Square, it will take half an hour at the fastest.

So he said, "Mr. Driver, please drive faster."

I don't know why, but Mr. Driver felt that the title of Mr. Driver was very pleasant.

It's half an hour.

The business leader came out of the mall and went to the square to wait.

Ms. Lu was still asleep and sent a WeChat message.

The old king next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [Lingling, has Zhaobao received you? 】

Shang Lingling: [He is still on the way]

The old man next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [Then be careful when you are outside alone]

Shang Lingling: [Mmmm] GIF
The old man next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [It doesn't matter if you come back later, tell Zhaobao to let him drive slower]

Shang Lingling: [Zhaobao has been drinking and can't drive, so I will drive]

This call to treasure is called very naturally.

The old king next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [Then you have to drive slower]

Business leader: [OK]

The old man next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [The temperature is low at night, don’t catch a cold, go buy a padded jacket outside when it is cold]

Business Collar: [Okay] GIF
Business Collar: [Giant Good] GIF
Shang Lingling wanted to send another emoji package to Ms. Lu with the expression "a flower blooms on her head with joy", but she turned her head down and continued to turn the page without turning over two pages.

Someone staggered and bumped over from behind. Shang Lingling subconsciously protected the lens in the camera bag. She couldn't stand firm on her feet. She fell forward, her phone fell to the ground, and her left shoulder hit the street light pole.

"No long eyes!"

It was a man with a blushing face. The man had a companion who was also drunk. Both of them had exaggerated tattoos, like hooligans.

The business leader took the lead to check the camera lens, and after confirming that it was all right, he squatted down to pick up the mobile phone.The screen was still on, she finished posting the emoji, then put away her phone and raised her head.

"Who said that he didn't have eyes?"

The cold wind was like a chilling knife, gouging out the corners of the girl's curved eyes, and it was not pitiful. The eyes were straight and cold.

The companion snorted: "Brother chicken, it's a little pepper."

The man rubbed his eyes and saw clearly now, bumping into a little beauty.

"Little Pepper," the man whistled frivolously, "Brother will take you home."

He staggered forward, stretched out his hand, and hooked the little beauty's shoulder.

Before the flower-picking hand could fall, his wrist was pinched, and it felt icy cold to the touch. Before he could savor it carefully, he heard a bone crunch.

He looked up, and the little beauty winked at him.

He suddenly woke up halfway, and his arm went numb: "It hurts... it hurts!"

It hasn't broken yet.

The little beauty is not only beautiful, but also has a sweet voice: "Tell me, who doesn't have eyes?"

The man gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Shang Lingling used cleverness, and tightened his fingers one more point against the direction of wrist movement.

"Ah ah ah..." After a scream, the man confessed, "I! I don't have eyes!"

That's right, she has to be rough.

She withdrew her hand: "Go away."

She hurriedly found wipes and wanted to wipe her hands.

The other party was someone who didn't cry without seeing the coffin. As soon as his hand was empty, he grabbed her hat.

She was wearing off-white today, and she couldn't stand getting dirty. She should have twisted his hand and crushed his bones.She wanted to do this, but as soon as she raised her hand, she saw Jing Zhao's car in the gap between the lights.

Without any hesitation, she withdrew her hand immediately, and Zhao Shouyue, who was haunting the corner, also returned to her place.

Taking advantage of his height, the drunk man dragged her easily and pushed her onto the trash can.

The trash can was knocked down, and Shang Lingling fell backwards. She protected the camera with one hand and propped her other hand on the ground.

"Smelly girls."

The man spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground and moved his numb wrists: "Why don't you keep your mouth shut? Wasn't it pretty good just now?"

There was glass in the trash can, and the business leader looked down, and sure enough, there was blood.

The man kicked away the rubbish on the ground, picked up an abandoned table leg from it, held it in his hand, and put the other end on the shoulder of Shang Lingling, his eyes were fierce, and his tone was frivolous: "Say something nice and make my brother happy. I won't make you cry."

The man's companion was booing nearby.

The wind is still the same as before, and her eyes are still those beautiful eyes, the corners of her eyes are still red, she just frowned a little, so pitiful.

"Jing Zhao..."

The man turned his head, and before he could see the person clearly, he was hit on the head and used a black umbrella.

He swayed twice, blood dripping from his forehead.

"you--"

He only said one word, the tip of the black umbrella pierced over, just when he thought he was about to be pierced through the eyeball, the shadow in the pupil suddenly froze, and the sharp metal umbrella tip stopped outside the eyeball, leaving only a slight distance.

One more point, the eyes have to be abolished.

Unlike them, who bully the soft and fear the hard, the owner of the umbrella is real. He has a pair of eagle-like eyes with a blade hidden in it.

Companions run away.

The man also wanted to run, but his legs were weak, and just as he moved one foot out, a shadow flashed in front of him, an umbrella.

The first hit, hit the waist, the second hit, the calf.

The man's knees slammed on the ground first, his body softened, and he fell down. He screamed after realizing it, his body hugged into a ball, and he rolled to the ground and wailed.

Jing Zhao's umbrella was still neatly folded, and the ribs were not broken.

He turned around, squatted down, and carefully helped the business leader up.

"Where did it fall?"

Shang Lingling stretched out his hand, pitifully: "Hand."

The shards of glass were not large, and a small hole was cut in her palm, and there was no blood.

Jing Zhao threw the umbrella on the ground, took out a handkerchief, and tied it to her hand.

"Wait by the side."

He helped her put on the hat of the down jacket and picked up the umbrella.

The man who was screaming in pain suddenly became quiet, shrank his body and moved back: "I, I, I... I'm joking."

Jing Zhao said, "Stretch out your hand."

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　　There are two more updates, around 06:30 in the afternoon.

　　Thank you, Mrs. Goumeijiang, for me to put on the shelves. Here is a reminder, participate rationally, and reward rationally.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)