Play Nice

Chapter 72 072: Do you know that I secretly kissed you (one more)
"Girls can't be overwhelmed by love, and they must be thoughtful no matter how much they like."

No one had ever told Shang Lingling such a thing, no one had taught her that.

Mother said, don't be like your father.

My father also said later, don't be like me.

But they didn't teach her how to be different, so in the end, she still resembled her father.

She nodded and agreed, "I'll think about it."

But there will be no other results.

She couldn't tell Ms. Lu that all her deliberation was scheming how to steal the ruby ​​from Jingzhao.

No one can teach her well, she grew up outside her mother's cage and has grown into a dragon.

"That's good." Having said all she had to say, Ms. Lu felt a lot more relaxed.

"Thank you Sister Lu, thank you for telling me these words."

"Why are you being polite to me?"

Jing Hedong came out of the kitchen with fruit, and immediately found out, "Wife, why are your eyes red?"

Adults can always find an excuse as long as they don't cry.

"The wind blows."

But this kind of excuse can only deceive those people who don't care whether you are being blown away by the wind or trying to show your power.

When Jing Hedong found out, his wife secretly wiped away her tears.He took his phone, went to the bathroom, and sent a bunch of WeChat messages.

Jinghedong: [Stinky boy! 】

Jing Hedong: [Unfilial descendants! 】

Jinghedong: [My soup is fed to the dog! 】

Jing Hedong: [Let's live a lifetime with your photos! 】

Jing Hedong: [Your mother was blown away by the wind, and you still ran out! 】

Jing Hedong: [Unscrupulous bastard! 】

Jing Hedong: [Why doesn't the wind blow you? 】

Jing recalled a question mark.

Jinghedong: [Wrong message]

Jinghedong: [Today is quite windy]

Jing recalled the content of his words before he finished typing, and a call came in.

He sent the message out.

[This time I won't be staying abroad for a long time, it will be soon]

There is only half a sentence, and the rest is not finished, but the meaning is clear.

He answered the phone first: "Hello."

"Jing Zhao."

Shang Lingling's voice sounded sluggish.

"Ah."

"Are you going back to Hwaseong tonight?"

Jing Zhao said, "I won't return."

Shang Lingling was sitting on the sofa at home, hugging his legs and lying on his knees: "Then will you come back before you go abroad?"

"probably not."

Shang Lingling hugged himself tightly, like a poor little one who was about to be abandoned: "Which country are you going to?"

"Shuppets."

The business leader just gave him a piece of jade from Shupides a while ago.

"What are you doing to fix Peters?"

"Shoot Holland."

In the dead of night, Jing Zhao's voice rang softly in Shang Lingling's ear.

He said: "There is a city in Supides that grows hollandaise, which is the raw material for a new type of hallucinogen, which is very expensive in nightclubs abroad, but the people who grow it are not Very poor, I want to go and see why they are poor."

Because the demons are not them, they are just slaves of the demons.

Slaves have no human rights.

"Then can you take me there?"

Shang Lingling has no curiosity, no interest in Holland, no compassion, no interest in demons and slaves, she simply wants to follow Jing Zhao.

What Ms. Lu said, she has thought about it carefully, she will not trip on Jing Zhao's feet, he can go anywhere he wants, he can shoot anything he wants, she can be outside the camera, as long as Jing Zhao is in sight.

She could open all her cages as long as he was in sight.

Jing Zhao didn't hesitate at all: "No."

The business leader stopped talking.

Jing Zhao waited for a long time, and he must be angry when she couldn't wait for her to speak.

"Is there any other—"

She snatched his words: "You have to leave, can't you say something nice?"

Well, I am angry.

So she asked him to say something nice and coax him a little.

Jing Zhao was silent for a long time, then said bluntly, mechanically, and without emotion: "Our collar is the most beautiful."

Like a robot forced into submission and having to read lines.

But business leaders are really coaxing.

She smiled: "Safe journey, Teacher Jing."

Teacher Jing replied, "Thank you."

On November 21st, Thursday, it snowed in the imperial capital. It started to fall from last night, flying like catkins, and the snow had stopped in the morning.The whole city is covered in silver, and at a glance, there are a few green branches protruding from the vast expanse of whiteness, which are beautiful and vibrant, and there are long ice crystals hanging on the black-tiled eaves on the antique buildings of Huimin Street. It is so crystal clear that passers-by can't help but look up.

Naturally carved, a winter snow, picturesque.

There was no snow or wind during the day, and the flight was not cancelled. Assistant He Jiang drove and took Jing Zhao to the airport.

He Jiang talked all the way: "Mr. Jing, can't you take me there once? It's okay to carry a bag for you."

Every time Jing Zhao goes abroad to shoot without an assistant, he is always alone.

"Next time."

The last time also said that the next time, He Jiang didn't believe it at all.

Because of the snow, there was a bit of traffic jam on the road. He Jiang parked the car on the side of the road and was about to get out of the car to help with the luggage, but Jing Zhao had already left the car for an hour.

He went to the trunk to take down his luggage and instructed He Jiang: "I may not be able to communicate abroad. You can make up your own mind about anything in the studio. If you are unsure, go to Chen Yedu."

He Jiang took it down and asked, "Do I need someone to help you drive back to Huacheng?"

"No, just stop at the studio." He had very little luggage, a suitcase and a camera bag. "Go back."

He Jiang waved goodbye: "Mr. Jing, pay attention to safety on the road."

Jing Zhao entered the airport and went to pick up the ticket first, more than half an hour before boarding.

He took a phone call.

The other party was a man, speaking a foreign language: "Are you at the airport?"

It was the man who said that Jingzhao was not sure.

"Well, have you made arrangements over there?"

"It's arranged, you stay in Shupides for three days first, and I will send someone to pick you up."

Jing Zhao walked in the direction of the security check: "The group's side—"

His words were cut off abruptly.

The man called: "Little Jiuye?"

"Little Jiuye?"

No one answered, the man thought something had happened and called his boss's name: "Jing Zhao?!"

Then the call was hung up.

The wheel of the suitcase suddenly stopped, and Jing Zhao stopped: "Why are you here?"

Shang Lingling stood by the chair in the waiting area: "I'm waiting for you."

She is wearing a long and thick black down jacket. She usually loves beauty. This is her warmest clothes.

Jing Zhao has always been calm and self-controlled, his face is always calm, his eyes are like quiet deep pools of water, and now there is finally a slight wave.

His voice was very low: "When did you come?"

The business leader walked up to him and stood honestly: "Last night."

Ms. Lu said that Jing Zhao went abroad on Thursday, but she didn't know what time it was. The business leader had something to ask in person, so he came earlier.

"Wait until now?"

"Ah."

It snowed last night, and the emperor was very cold. If the road conditions were not good, it would take several hours to travel from Hwaseong to the emperor.

Jing Zhao's tone was obviously heavy: "Business leaders."

He should have wanted to reprimand her, and after calling her name, there was no further text.

The emotions in his eyes were too complicated, and the business leader could only confirm one thing, and he was angry.

Not afraid of his angry eyes, she looked directly at him: "I have something to ask you."

"Can't wait for me to come back and ask again?"

"No."

Jing Zhao pushed the suitcase to the wall, not blocking passers-by: "You ask."

There was a lot of noise in the airport, and there were children chasing and playing next to him. The business leader's voice was not loud, but Jing Zhao could hear it clearly.

"Did you know that I secretly kissed you?" She couldn't hide her eyes and began to blatantly reveal her thoughts.

Jing Zhao had expected this question, and her "unfamiliar classmate" was also present that night.

He shouldn't drink, he shouldn't indulge, he thought for a few days about how to end it, but he couldn't come up with anything useful.

"Yeah," he admitted. "I know." The plans were all messed up.

Shang Lingling's eyes were bright and bright, and he couldn't wait: "Then do you also know me—"

Before she finished speaking, there was a traveler behind her who was pushing a few boxes. The playful child bumped into the cart that was pushing the suitcase, and the suitcase rolled down.

Jing Zhao responded quickly, reaching out and pulling the business leader.

The traveler quickly apologized.

Jing Zhao let go of his hand and asked the business leader, "Did it hit you?"

She shook her head.

He helped pick up the box when the airport announcement rang, saying that a certain flight was about to take off.

"Wait when I get back."

"When will you come back?"

"uncertain."

Shang Lingling grabbed his sleeve, reluctant to let him go: "Can't you just shoot Holland?"

Jing Zhao shook his head and put the gloves in her pockets into her pockets. They were all separated by clothes, and there was not much physical contact: "I have to go through the security check."

The moment he retracted his hand, Shang Lingling raised his hand and grabbed his fingertips.

Her hands are cold, but Jing Zhao's hands are warm.

"Safe journey, Teacher Jing."

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　　Good morning, is it snowing where you are?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)