Play Nice

Chapter 68 068: Bandaging wounds, tender moments (four more)
Jing Zhao said, "Stretch out your hand."

In fact, there is no joy or anger on his face, he is very calm, but his calmness is too much, but it makes people terrified.

It was a cold day, and the man only felt horrified, as if cold air penetrated into his bones from all over his body, followed by a sense of fear and a desire to survive.

"I didn't mean to, I drank too much."

The man's lips trembled, and before he could say the words of apology, the pair of eyes that made him terrified had already moved his gaze.

Jing Zhao was looking at the man's hand.

In that instant, the man's hair stood up. He didn't care about the pain. He used both hands and feet to try to get up, but just as his lower back was straight, the tip of the umbrella stopped him.

Jing Zhao repeated it again: "Stretch out your hand."

He didn't say a harsh word.

Only the man himself knew how hard the umbrella bones were, they could shatter human bones and take human lives.

"If, if you dare—"

Before the man could finish speaking, the tip of the umbrella pierced into his palm.

"Ahhh!"

Many people have asked Jing Zhao's umbrella, why he always carries an umbrella, no matter it is sunny or rainy.

Because there is his knife hidden in the umbrella, and the knife has a heart of compassion and a vajra method, which can block the wind and rain, and can also choke people's throats.

The man screamed terribly and kept struggling. The more he struggled, the more blood he bleed.

"Jing Zhao."

Shang Lingling went over and grabbed his hand: "That's it."

Passers-by have already come over.

Jing Fu turned his head to look at her, but he just looked at her, just listened to her, just put away the aggression in his eyes.

But he did not withdraw his hand.

The man is still screaming.

Shang Lingling looked around anxiously: "Jing Zhao!" She tugged at his clothes and reminded in a low voice, "You can't fight, traffic police, there are traffic police."

About 300 meters directly in front of them, there is a police car.

Jing Zhao glanced at the blood on the ground, it was almost over, and then he closed his hand, took out his wallet, took out all the cash in it, and put it on the ground.

"Come to me if you don't have enough medical expenses." He left his address and name, "No. [-], Luwa Hu, Jingzhao."

No. [-], Lvwa Hu is his studio address in the imperial capital.

The man lost all his strength and slumped to the ground.

Jing Zhao took the camera bag from Shang Lingling's hand: "Let's go."

She looked at the police car and saw that the car hadn't come, so she followed Jing Zhao away with confidence.

Jing Zhao's car was parked on the opposite side of the road.

The business leader led behind him, stepping on his shadow to cross the road: "Jing Zhao."

He didn't answer.

She approached in small steps: "Did you just get angry?"

There was blood on his umbrella.

"No."

Shang Lingling still felt that he was angry and was surprised: "You can even fight."

He is such a reasonable person and has a good temper. She has done so many things to him before, and when he loses his temper, he will scold her, and he is not very good at scolding others.

"Why not?" He suddenly stopped and looked at her coldly, "Shang Lingling, I am not easy to provoke."

Shang Lingling felt that this sentence seemed to be specially said to her, as if to say: Shang Lingling, don't come to recruit me.

What is he guarding against?
"Are you killing me?"

Jing Zhao was silent for a while: "No."

The business leader thought he was.

Crossing the road, he said, "Wait for me in the car."

Shang Lingling did not go to the car, but followed him, followed him for a while, followed him into the pharmacy, and followed him back to the car.

He asked the chauffeur to go down and wait for a while.

The driver was very sensible, didn't talk much, didn't look around, got out of the car, and walked a little further.

The two sat in the back seat, and Jing Zhao took out a plastic bag from the armrest box and spread it out on the seat.

"Stretch out your hand."

The business leader stretched out his hand.

He took off the handkerchief tied to her hand, held her wrist with one hand through the clothes, and unscrewed the cap of the disinfectant with the other, which was cushioned with a plastic bag, and poured the disinfectant directly into her palm. .

The water flow was very small, washing away the blood stains from her palm little by little.

She stared at his hand, it was not a pair of hands that did not touch the spring water, the joints were long, the palm was wide, not very white, there were inconspicuous calluses on the phalanx, the blue veins on the back of the hand were obvious, and it was full of strength.

"Turn your head to look away."

After cleaning her wound, Jing Zhao poured the disinfectant on his hands again.

There was a small glass shard stuck in her wound. Jing Zhao had no tools and could only use his hands.She looked at it like this, and he couldn't let go.

"I was injured when I was a child, so I'm not afraid of pain." She was still staring.

Jing Zhao turned her head away through the hat of the down jacket: "Don't look at it."

"Oh."

He grabbed her hand, the broken hair on his forehead was covered, and the shadow at the tip of the hair twitched his eyelashes gently.He carefully picked out the glass, lowered his head, and blew it.

Shang Lingling couldn't see it, he only felt itchy in his palms and heart, as if something soft and soft was crawling over.

"Jing Zhao."

"Ok?"

She turned her head: "Jing Zhao."

Jing Zhao raised his head: "Yes."

She liked that he patiently promised her word by word, and the way he looked at her. She always felt that there was something very soft hidden in the depths of his eyes.

"You care about me, don't you?"

That's why she was angry, that's why she beat people, so she couldn't see her eyes when dealing with wounds.

"Well." He picked out the glass, threw it into a plastic bag, dipped a cotton swab in the ointment, and lowered his head again, "You are Ms. Lu's precious tenant."

　One more chapter today

　　
　
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