Urban Hidden Dragon

Chapter 82 Game Rules
Zhao Dong thought wildly for a while, and 10 minutes passed quickly.

After Meng Jiao finished changing her clothes, she still kept teasing, "Let's go, go to the food stall last time, and remember to bring money for your treat today!"

Zhao Dong smiled awkwardly, and his mentality gradually returned to normal.

Not long after, the two arrived at the old place.

Meng Jiao ordered food, Zhao Dong ordered wine, before the barbecue was served, two bottles of beer were downed first.

It is rare to meet a bosom friend, especially when he is with Meng Jiao. The acquaintance between friends allows Zhao Dong to get into the mood quickly, and he doesn’t have so many worries. end.

After drinking for three rounds, Meng Jiao finally asked, "Tell me, how did you get to be the vice-captain? Didn't Fatty Sun bother you?"

There is no secret between Zhao Dong and her, and they have told everything in one go.

As if listening to storytelling, Meng Jiao tightly clenched Zhao Dong's arm with a pair of pink fists, and when she got up, there was an exclamation in her mouth.

When all the dust settled, she patted her chest, "My good fellow, you are so brave, you dare to meddle in this kind of thing!"

Zhao Dong lit a cigarette, "For living, there is no other way."

Meng Jiao rolled her eyes, "Stop coming, it's because of Goddess Su, right?"

Zhao Dong smiled wryly, so what if it's really for her, she doesn't appreciate it at all!

Meng Jiao noticed something strange, and asked gossipingly, "Have you quarreled with Goddess Su again?"

Zhao Dong was depressed and told about his situation.

Meng Jiao chuckled, "Don't be afraid, she won't want you when the time comes, so you can come to me!"

Zhao Dong scratched his head, "What do you mean she doesn't want me anymore? You call it comforting people?"

"Then how do you want me to comfort you?"

After finishing speaking, she winked and asked, "By the way, do you have your ID card?"

Zhao Dong nodded blankly, "Bring it, what are you doing?"

Meng Jiao said with charming eyes, "Go to the room, let me comfort you!"

An evil fire burst out of Zhao Dong's body, but he caught a glimpse of the teasing in her eyes, and immediately said with a bitter face: "Can you stop playing hooligans with me? Isn't it interesting to play with me?"

Seeing him see through, Meng Jiao laughed, and changed the subject: "Then I'm not kidding you, let's talk about your god-sister, isn't she pretty?"

Zhao Dong honestly commented, "Compared to others, she is a beautiful woman, but she is far behind you!"

Meng Jiao was in a good mood, "Your mouth is so sweet, close your eyes and reward you!"

Zhao Dong felt guilty, "What are you doing?"

She kicked under the table, "Why so much nonsense? If you tell you to shut it up, just shut it up!"

Zhao Dong had no choice but to obey obediently. The moment he closed his eyes, it seemed that the whole world was quiet.

In fact, he had some guesses in his heart, but he didn't dare to think about it, he was suffering like scratching his heart and liver.

Soon, the conjecture became reality, and everything was so incredible.

The touch of superficial water brushed across the cheeks.

Zhao Dong opened his eyes, always feeling that everything was like a dream, and soon fell into entanglement again.

He admitted that he had a crush on Meng Jiao, but the existence of Sophie made him unable to accept other women with peace of mind.

Even if he and Sophie are just a fake couple in name, he doesn't allow himself to be in two boats.

Therefore, the relationship between him and Meng Jiao can only be friends. Once they step over the boundary, they may not even be friends.

Meng Jiao seemed to see Zhao Dong's entanglement, she shook her finger, "Don't think too much, this is just encouragement from girlfriends!"

Zhao Dong thought that his emotional intelligence was not enough, but at this moment he suddenly became enlightened.

It turned out that she was also an extremely proud woman, and she would never intervene easily until she and Sophie had sorted it out.

Although the rules of the game are simple, Zhao Dong dare not try it lightly.

Grasp the sense of proportion between the free and seemingly restrained, so why not playing with fire?
Zhao Dong couldn't think of a countermeasure, so he could only accept it calmly, "Thank you today."

Meng Jiao said softly, "It's not easy to thank me? I need your help with something."

After Zhao Dong heard this, he patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, isn't it the flower protector? Call me when the time comes, and I will accompany you there!"

After supper, it was almost a little.

Zhao Dong sent Meng Jiao back, and hurried home.

Not surprisingly, Goddess Su was still hungover and kicked the quilt under the bed.

Zhao Dong carefully helped her cover it up, keeping his eyes on it for fear of seeing something that shouldn't be seen.

Before going out, he stretched out his hand to brush her cheek lightly, and only when she was asleep, would she be as docile as a kitten.

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The next day, Sophie rubbed her eyes, feeling that this sleep was extremely sweet.

Rubbing his head against the pillow, the indescribable smell is not the usual perfume smell, but it makes people feel very at ease.

After lying on the bed for a while, her consciousness gradually recovered.

Suddenly, Sophie snapped back to her senses, her nose wrinkled slowly, and finally she could tell clearly that there was nicotine in the smell, as well as man's sweat!
She screamed and sat up, after distinguishing for a long time, she finally remembered that this was Zhao Dong's room!
Sophie lifted the quilt subconsciously, and there was no picture in her imagination, which made her feel at ease.

He checked the clothes on his body again and saw that there were no traces of looseness, so he let out a rough breath.

"Damn Zhao Dong, what the hell are you doing?"

Still angry, Sophie kicked open the door with her bare feet, and opened her mouth to shout, "Zhao Dong, you bastard, get out!"

Zhao Dong was frying eggs in the kitchen, and he could only put down the spatula temporarily when he heard howling like a pig being killed.

This was the first time he saw Goddess Su being so unkempt, but he didn't dare to laugh at her.

With messy hair, Sophie asked angrily, "What the hell are you doing, why was I in your room last night?"

"Are you drinking too much?"

"Won't you wake me up if you drink too much?"

"You sleep like a dead pig, how can I scream?"

Sophie rolled her eyes angrily, "You are the dead pig! Then why did you carry me into your room?"

Zhao Dong reminded her, "I would like to send you back to the bedroom, but haven't we made an agreement? I dare not go upstairs."

Sophie couldn't vent her anger, and asked again: "Then... what about you, where did you sleep?"

Zhao Dong didn't wait to open his mouth, and ran away, "It's over, it's messed up!"

"What's wrong? Tell me clearly!" Sophie took two steps after her, and subconsciously looked at the sofa. The blankets and pillows hadn't been cleaned yet.

Her hanging heart finally fell, and she was still a little indescribably moved.

Washing up, changing clothes, and going downstairs again, Sophie looked radiant, but there were always some inexplicable emotions on her face.

Zhao Dong didn't dare to ask, the breakfast ended in a strange atmosphere.

Sophie finished her meal in a hurry, before leaving the table, she asked, "By the way, I was drunk yesterday, and I forgot to ask you something, do you still remember Mr. Ma?"

Zhao Dong was startled suddenly, his mouth was vague, and he was already thinking about countermeasures, "Which President Ma?"

"It's Mr. Ma who sent me home that day and gave you a punch!"

Zhao Dong pretended to be stupid, "Ah? Remember, what's wrong?"

Sophie stared into his eyes, "Did you... find him later?"

"No, did he bully you again?" Zhao Dong had a sophisticated expression, afraid that Sophie would see his flaws.

Meng Jiao was also there when Mr. Ma was cleaned up that day. Although he had a clear conscience, would Sophie believe it?

His heart began to beat a drum.

(End of this chapter)