Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 12

Arriving at the entrance of the town, as soon as he got into the car, Jing Sheng opened a bottle of water and drank it.

It's really exciting to run after you're done.

Several cars of the company were on the road, and the fields and pine trees outside the window were slowly receding.

The dim little lights in the countryside paint everything with a misty light yellow.

Jing Sheng didn't realize it until the cold water dilutes those irritable and unpredictable emotions...

Realize...

one thing……

He wiped his eyelids, grabbed the back of the driver's seat with both hands, leaned over, and said in a sad tone, "Song Zhi, I'm finished, what should I do?"

Assistant Song tightened his hands on the steering wheel, and hurriedly replied: "What's wrong, Mr. Jing!"

"Let me ask you." Jing Sheng looked back to the back seat: "Did I be too aggressive with Zhile just now?"

"..."

If you go out, you will regret the water you poured out, isn't it too late?

Assistant Song sighed inwardly, and said, "For Zhile..."

Jing Sheng interrupted him, scaring him back: "You can also call Yu Zhile?"

"...You are a bit fierce to the young lady."

"Ah..." Jing Sheng slumped back to the corner of the back seat in an instant: "I knew it! But I was going to say that, how can I do it if I don't put on a posture first, how do I know that she will suddenly appear, it is very flattering Don’t you know? No, I was very happy to see her, ah, why did I confiscate her at that time!”

The man began to repent and murmur: "Although she is also very fierce and indifferent to me, but she is a woman after all, how can I be violent to a woman, how can I be violent to her."

Song Zhu choked: "I've already said it, what can I do, I'll find a chance to apologize later."

"No, how can this work," Jing Sheng gave an order, "Turn around."

Song Zhu was surprised: "???"

"Why are you still driving!?" Jing Sheng rushed forward.

The head that popped up from the right made Song Zhu stop the car in fright, and turned around and said, "Mr. Jing, why are you going back now? Are you apologizing to Ms. Yu? As for what you said just now, you are going back now just to get a beating." .”

He raised his eyes and looked forward: "There are still them, and we must follow. It doesn't look like apologizing, like going back to fight and loot."

Seeing the main car stop, the three cars carrying bodyguards pulled to the side of the road one by one, waiting patiently.

"No, you let them go first, let us pass, I will go back and take a look quietly," Jing Sheng rubbed his hair irritably: "The group of old men must have dispersed, I just want to see if Yu Zhile is crying. "

"..." Ms. Yu doesn't look like someone who can cry, okay?

"No matter, I want to see."

"What if she's gone too?" Song Zhu made a hypothesis.

"Then come back."

"Oh—Mr. Jing—" The assistant was very embarrassed.

"Turn around," Jing Sheng said in a cold voice, "one last time."

"Okay...well." Song Zhu really wanted to hit the steering wheel with his head to express his helplessness.

Under the cover of night, the black SUV slid across the alley and parked again in the aisle not far from the home of Chief Xu.

Looking from the car, Xu's house was still lit.

However, the door light has gone out, and all the guests have obviously been sent away.

"Yu Zhile didn't go through the main entrance today, so there must be a small door." Resting his chin on the window sill, Jing Sheng muttered.

"There is a second door. I saw it when I passed by the yard. It is next to the kitchen." Occupational disease, Song Zhu would immediately observe and remember the layout and layout of that house every time he came to a house.

Jing Sheng pushed open the car door and whispered, "Then let's go through the small door."

Song Zhu got out of the car, and said in a softer voice, "It's agreed, just take a look, and leave if you're not there, or leave without crying."

"Understood!" Impatiently, softly.

So, the two shadows crept to the corner of Xu's outer wall.

Looking up a little, you will find that there is still light in the kitchen window, and the sound of water flowing and knocking of dishes and chopsticks can be faintly heard.

Then, he saw Yu Zhile's locomotive parked by the door.

Jing Sheng seemed to have discovered some great treasure: "I just said she's still there!"

Of course Yu Zhile is still there.

The cups and plates left by the people at the three tables are messy, and they still need to clean and finish.

Putting the last stack of small bowls back into Uncle Zhang's tricycle, Yu Zhile untied her apron, one in each hand, picked up the garbage bag in the kitchen, and walked towards the small door.

As soon as she stepped out of the threshold, she caught sight of a figure that flashed away.

Right now his back is facing her.

"Who!" Yu Zhile asked vigilantly.

The owner of the back stopped, a little at a loss.

Yu Zhile stopped, her conspicuous attire made her recognize this young master Diaoman at a glance.

The latter also turned his head, rubbed his forehead twice, and was as cramped as a skipper caught by the dean. The arrogance at the dinner just now was gone.

After a while, he touched his coat with a puzzled look on his face: "Huh? Where's my phone?"

Seeing Yu Zhile looking at him all the time, he raised his hand and made a gesture of "Please go ahead" to her, lowered his eyes to the ground, and said to himself: "You are busy with your work, don't worry about me, I will come back and find my phone."

Yu Zhile snorted softly, raised the garbage bag, and passed him directly.

Jing Sheng, whose eyes were darting around just now, immediately raised his head, looked straight ahead, looked at the woman's back, and gradually distanced himself from him.

His mind became hot, and he didn't think much about it. He trotted over, walked beside her and asked, and said politely, "Let me carry it for you."

He stretched out his hand eagerly, and made excuses for himself by the way: "I'm the one who hates women doing heavy work."

Yu Zhile glanced at him sideways, the dodging posture said everything.

Embarrassed again, Jing Sheng gritted his teeth and accompanied her all the way to the garbage room at the end of the alley.

Stay close.

After putting away the garbage bag, Yu Zhile shook his hands, looked at him, and asked, "You can't find your phone, have you? I suspect you lost it?"

Facing the gaze of the woman who was finally willing to give alms, Jing Sheng quickly nodded, nodded.

"I'll go back to Uncle Xu's house to find it for you. If you get it, leave as soon as possible, okay."

The expelling tone was very clear, but in exchange for a new wave of men, he nodded obediently, nodded.

In the narrow alley, the two went back side by side.

I don't know why, Jing Sheng became very excited and jubilant, and kept talking to Yu Zhile, his voice and eyes brightened several times.

"are you cold?"

"..."

"Give you the coat."

"……Need not."

"At the dinner table today...uh," he rubbed his head in embarrassment, "It's not intentional to kill you."

"..."

"I drank too much, and my head is a little unclear."

"..." When did your head clear up?

"But one size counts for one size. I will definitely dismantle you, understand?"

"Oh."

"Hmm..." Seriously: "Have you read the public reviews of your cake shop?"

"No."

"Tsk," anxious, why is the work efficiency so poor, I am so anxious to death: "Remember to take a look when you go back, someone gave a very pertinent evaluation."

"Oh."

At the door, Yu Zhile stopped, turned around and said, "I'll go in and look for it, you wait here."

"En." Jing Sheng nodded repeatedly.

Jing Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, watched her go in, and secretly clenched his fists.

yeah!
yeah--!
His impromptu performance was simply amazing. Originally, he just wanted to take a peek at the door, but he didn't expect to be able to say so many words to her.

Lifting his lips, he looked at Yu Zhile with a smile.

But after walking a few steps, the woman suddenly stopped, as if she took something out of her pocket.

She lowered her head and didn't move any further.

In just a few seconds, a cheerful bell rang through the empty alley.

Jing Sheng: "..."

So familiar, his cell phone ringtone.

From the inside pocket of his suit,

issued.

day.

What a day.

Jing Sheng was a little stiff, wanting to punch the wall, kick the ground, and become invisible.

The embarrassing cancer is dying at the advanced stage, who can give him a stretcher, just lift him up and run away.

Yu Zhile paused with the hand holding the phone, pressed the call button, turned around and walked back to the door.

Calmly, watching Jing Sheng.

"So it's on me." The man scratched the back of his head and found a step for himself indiscriminately. He sighed slightly: "Hey, people are also strange. The frame is on the nose, and they are looking for glasses everywhere. The phone is in the pocket, and they are everywhere. Find your phone."

"Well," Yu Zhile leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, seeing off the guest: "I found it, can we go?"

"Okay." His eyelashes drooped slightly, he agreed, and turned to leave.

"Jing Sheng." Yu Zhile suddenly stopped him.

Jing Sheng turned his head immediately, and his movements were swift.

Why does he look like this every time the woman calls him by his full name?
Why does this fading out of the bird's tone give him a sense of shock that the eardrums are electrified?

Why.

Yu Zhile's eyes are as deep and black as the night: "Don't get close to me."

Jing Sheng wondered, "I didn't."

Crying and shouting in my heart, is it close?How close is my being so rich to a poor man like you?

"This town is not as easy to disappear as you think." She lowered her voice, revealing a faint threat and warning.

The woman in front of him must have made a mistake, Jing Sheng chuckled, "Ha, you think I'm making friends with you to make things easier for Chen Fang? Why didn't Mayor Xu jump out and accuse you of arrogance and disrespect?"

"No," she quickly denied, "I know you're just looking for sex."

"..." Very good, precise summary.

Jing Sheng put his hands back into his pockets, raised his chin, confessed frankly, without any shame: "Yes, chasing you - this is my business, do you have any objections?"

"It's your business," Yu Zhile replied, "but you can stop such meaningless and fruitless things."

"Why is it meaningless and fruitless?" Jing Sheng opened his eyes, not quite understanding why he was nailed here, and was forced to bear her suspected second rejection.

He looked at her again, and looked into her eyes without fear: "If I want a result."

With peaceful eyes, Yu Zhile replied, "Really, do you want to marry me?"

Her tone was casual, as if she was discussing something completely irrelevant to her.

"..."

Jing Sheng was completely dumbfounded.

Damn, what is this woman talking about?

marry?

marry her? ?
Where did she go? ?
Why so scary all of a sudden? ?
For him, the word marriage is too far away, too strange, and too impactful.

So much so that the brat immediately blushed and couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

"Okay," Yu Zhile concluded his speech, and put on a gesture of real farewell: "Go back early, don't do this again."

Back in the car, Jing Sheng huddled in the back seat with a dignified expression.

Song Zhu in the front, was holding the steering wheel, not daring to show his breath, after all, he just squatted in the corner and listened to the whole process of his boss's embarrassment.

When approaching the city center, Song Zhucai said weakly, "Mr. Jing..."

"Don't talk!" Sure enough, he was rushed back immediately.

Song Zhu felt a little distressed, he thought, he had to give a suggestion: "Mr. Jing, why don't we change, you were not like this before, there are thousands of women, and Miss Yu is totally unworthy of you."

"Why can't you match?"

"..."

"In all aspects, they are far inferior to you," Song Zhu was worried: "Miss Yu must be aware of this, so she will refuse...to let you stop chasing her."

Jing Sheng fell down and lay on the bench, feeling exhausted.

"I don't." With his hands folded behind his head, he muttered unhappily like a little boy.

"Then tell me the reason. I really don't understand why you care so much about Miss Yu." As a confidant, Song Zhu also felt tired.

There was no movement in the back seat.

A few seconds later, a roar almost shattered the skylight:

"I'm a fucking bitch, okay!!"

(End of this chapter)