Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 28

Yu Zhile's voice was not as rigid as hers, it was like a pool of smooth water flowing quietly through the eardrums.

It has the same temperature as the human body, so it is not easy to detect.The merman chanted at night, his head became an ethereal fairyland, as if she should sing there, and she should sing so beautifully.

Jing Sheng supported his head, almost obsessed with listening.

It wasn't until the other side finished humming, and after a while, seeing that the other side didn't respond, he fed it twice in a cold voice, and then he woke up.

"It's so nice..." Jing Sheng was thinking about it, annoyed that he didn't record this passage.

"..."

"Wait a minute," Jing Sheng took his mobile phone and ran to his own independent gym: "I won't go downstairs to run laps, I'll run at home."

Yu Zhile was confused: "What?"

Jing Sheng put his mobile phone into his arm bag and tied it to his arm: "Who the hell are you, singing a song will overtake me, no, you are here to overtake me."

"..."

"It's so nice," Jing Sheng sighed, while turning up the speed of the treadmill: "I really want to recommend you to my second uncle, his company has signed many artists, and there are singers, that Red, who has been special in China for the past two years A band of fire...you know that?"

"Yeah." Yu Zhile heard something.

"No!" The man suddenly changed the subject: "No, no, no, absolutely not, I won't recommend it. My second uncle is a pervert, how can I send you to him. And, if you get angry There are many men who like you, what should I do?"

Yu Zhile: "..."

Jing Sheng stopped the running belt: "Just be my little singer."

What a strange nickname, Yu Zhile deeply felt that this person was becoming more and more mature, so he said seriously: "Jing Sheng, I am older than you."

Jing Sheng chuckled: "Oh, so you didn't deny the part of "being alone" in the sentence just now? "

Yu Zhile said in a low voice, she was so caught up in the trap, she didn't bother to defend herself.Let him go, he is more cranky than a woman.

After saying good night to each other, Jing Sheng hung up the voice and collapsed back to the sofa in the living room.

The headlights on the ceiling made his hair shine brightly. He sat on the sofa and was bored for a while. Then he turned on his phone and called up the second uncle's WeChat account.

Just opened the chat box there, but never typed a word.

Jing Sheng is struggling. He has listened to music for 20 years, and he thinks he can tell the intention behind each song. In some songs, you can hear the sincerity, which instills enthusiasm and joy for music.

For example, Yu Zhile, the cappella just now was unprocessed, simple and rough, but it was very comfortable to listen to, filled with long-term affection for many years.

Who has the heart to see the talent disappear and the pearl fall under the dust?
After a while, Jing Sheng called "Uncle" and sent it.

The other side was quite jealous of the little prince, so he replied quite quickly: "What's the matter?"

It's still annoying, he doesn't want his Yu Zhile to be known by so many people.

Jing Sheng pursed his lips, shook his head twice, gave up, and knocked four words: "Happy New Year."

Second Uncle: ...

Second Uncle: The Spring Festival is still a few days away, so it’s a little early this year.Just say, which female star's WeChat do you want?
Jing Sheng: Go, I have a girlfriend.

Second Uncle: Terrible, I never heard you tell me that you have a girlfriend once before.

Jing Sheng: Really.

Second Uncle: Do you know the scenery far away?
Jing Sheng: I don't know, I'll start dating secretly.

Second Uncle: Still secretly, do you really think you have a puppy love in junior high school?

Jing Sheng: I am a junior high school student, and I am a junior high school student in front of that woman, and she is my first love.

Second Uncle: ...You like it so much?Which one?
Jing Sheng: My house.

Second uncle: Yes, sooner or later it will belong to our Jing family.

Hearing this, Jing Sheng was overjoyed, and immediately sent a red envelope to Second Uncle with words on it—yes, it will belong to our Jing family sooner or later.

The second uncle clicked on it, and when the package was full of 200 yuan, he couldn't help but smiled and replied: "Look at how cheap you are."

Jing Sheng: Obviously yes, look at how handsome I am.

Second Uncle: Okay, you are handsome, you are handsome, our Jing family is the most handsome, later Second Uncle invites you and your girlfriend to have a meal, and show Second Uncle.

Jing Sheng: All right, she is prettier than your female stars.

Second Uncle: Ouyo...

Jing Sheng: It’s really beautiful, very beautiful.

Second Uncle: All right, I still have something to do here, so take your time and take care of yourself.

Jing Sheng shook his head: I don't want to look good slowly, I want to look good for a long time, so that I can look old.

The second uncle laughed: Haha, you bastard, go play with you.

After cutting out the chat box, Jing Sheng let out a long sigh of relief, and still had lingering fears.

Fortunately, Yu Zhile was not recommended to my second uncle as a potential folk singer. Although the relationship has not yet been established, it is not wrong to treat her as a girlfriend to give her a sense of presence in front of the elders.

He was going to marry her anyway.

Hey,
Hey.

The next day, as soon as Jing Sheng got into the car, he rushed to Zhile with anticipation.

The woman driving the car couldn't stand this straight look: "Don't look at me."

Jing Sheng put away a little emotion: "Would you like to sing another song?"

"I sang for you?" Yu Zhile gave him a sideways glance, and returned slowly.

"No." Jing Sheng raised his hand and glanced at his phone: "I had a dream all night, and it was you who sang. Today is Friday, and I heard people say that dreams on Friday will come true."

"Didn't it come true last night?"

"That was before the dream."

"That's gone."

"..."

Yes, Yu Zhile.

As soon as the car was on the road, he began to look at Yu Zhile unabashedly again, and commented: "Yu Zhile, I really don't think you are like driving."

Yu Zhile smiled slightly: "You don't look like a boss either."

Jing Sheng didn't understand: "Hey - why don't I look like a boss?"

The arc on Yu Zhile's lips still maintained: "You look like you are still in school."

Elementary school student, she added in her heart, but she didn't reveal it.

Why is it the same as what the second uncle said?Jing Sheng was puzzled, but quickly accepted it happily: "Yes, I have a puppy love."

He wiped off his bangs, revealing his handsome face, raised his head, raised one corner of his lips and said, "Do you like Xiao Xianrou?"

So angry.Yu Zhile glanced at him and wanted to laugh.

"Do you like it?" He raised his eyebrows, and with a heavy tone, he was asking intently, and he was also pressing the question roguely.

At this moment, there happened to be a left turn intersection, Yu Zhile turned her face to look at her rearview mirror, and also used this to cover up her expression that could not be suppressed.

She discovered that Jing Sheng might be a person who was born with radiance, and he knew that he possessed this kind of energy, and knew how to scatter it as he wished to infect others.

She might be the infected, one of them.

Yu Zhile didn't answer directly, but he was already entertaining himself super fast, and he still said plausibly, "I just like your little appearance of silently acquiescing."

Jing Sheng didn't go to the company today, but asked Yu Zhile to stop in front of Jingyuan Building.

He called the two entourages to come down and said that he was going to Chenfang. One of them was Assistant Song, and the other was a little older in a suit and leather shoes, and he was probably a company executive.

After arriving at Chenfang, Jing Sheng was not in a hurry to ask Yu Zhile to drive the car to Mayor Xu's house, but ordered, "Go to the cake shop."

Yu Zhile did as well.

After arriving at the destination, Song Zhu and the man in the suit respectfully followed Jing Sheng into the cake room.

Yu Zhile reversed the car, and casually circled the car keys, and followed inside.

As soon as she entered, she met Zhang Sitian's astonished gaze at the front desk. She blinked, and seemed a little surprised and puzzled by the arrival of these "uninvited guests".

Yu Zhile's eyes were clear, and she nodded slightly to show her calmness.

Only then did Zhang Sitian look at Jing Sheng, showing a very standard smile: "Mr. Jing, hello."

"See you again." Jing Sheng waved his hand casually.

Zhang Sitian's eyes were bright with surprise, "What do you want to buy this time?"

"Are you buying it?" Jing Sheng turned his head and asked the two straight people behind who were inseparable.

Song Zhu replied in a low voice: "Mr. Jing, don't you buy it? What are you doing here?"

"I'll buy it." He replied sharply, and lowered his voice: "Can't I give myself half an hour to rest?"

Song Zhu: "Come here to stand and rest?"

Jing Sheng: "You know what a fart, I'll come here to watch for half an hour...well," he raised his chin, and it was Yu Zhile's direction: "It's the cleansing of the soul."

Song Zhu followed his gaze: "..."

Seeing that men have consumption needs, Zhang Sitian asked again: "What do you want, you can look at it casually?"

Jing Sheng raised his lips, smiled and pointed to Yu Zhile who was casually tying up her hair: "Is there any cake made by her?"

He added: "It should be as sweet as that lollipop."

Yu Zhile turned around and knocked out his hope: "I rarely make things."

Zhang Sitian opened her eyes, and then replied: "What lollipop..." She suddenly realized: "Oh...that, it's okay."

She looked at Yu Zhile: "Zhile, do you make cakes?"

"No." The woman immediately spat out a word and refused.

"Okay," Jing Sheng said regretfully, with one hand in his pocket: "Then I just came over to have a look. A shopping mall is being built here, and I was wondering if I could find a place for you."

"Ah?" Zhang Sitian didn't react for a while.

Jing Sheng glanced at Yu Zhile who walked straight into the baking room, she didn't seem to see him at all: "Your side will definitely be demolished, when the commercial plaza is built, I plan to draw a nice small lot on the first floor Here is your cake shop. The store can’t be closed just because the place is gone, so much effort has been put into it anyway. Of course, it’s definitely not free delivery. Let me explain later that I will give you a discount on the rent.”

Song Zhu wanted to push his back slightly from behind: ...Sheng Mao hasn't written his horoscope yet, even if it is really built, it will be two or three years later, Mr. Jing, what are you planning and guaranteeing?

Jing Sheng looked around the store, thinking seriously: "I don't know what will happen to Yu Zhile."

"Don't worry," Zhang Sitian's smiling face was quite reassuring: "I will always be by her side."

"Then we two are a coincidence," Jing Sheng stood there, looking like a tall and handsome young man: "I will do it too."

Zhang Sitian was stunned for a moment, then slowly bent her lips again.

Jing Sheng didn't really stay here for half an hour, and he didn't understand why he made that promise impulsively.

He is bound to win the demolition, but at that time, he still desires that he can still protect this woman, within the range of his reach and shelter.

The elders said that he was a bandit and a hooligan, and he was simple and rude in everything he did. He used to treat women the same way, throwing some money, just ignore it.

It turned out that before he knew it, he gradually had a sweetheart who made him think carefully and carefully.

After Jing Sheng left, Zhang Sitian turned back to the baking room, joking with Zhile: "Okay, you—"

"What's wrong?" Yu Zhile raised her eyes.

"The lollipop last time, you used it to coax men." Zhang Sitian smacked her lips, "Zhi Le, you and Jing Sheng have a really good relationship now."

"It's okay, see you every day," Yu Zhile said briefly, "Is there an order today?"

Zhang Sitian sighed: "I used to have it, but you made it go away."

Yu Zhile chuckled lightly: "I made cakes just to smash your signboard."

Zhang Sitian bit her lower lip: "But I think...that rich second generation really cares about you."

"Really?" After listening to Zhang Sitian's words, she suddenly had the feeling of being placed in an open field. The long wind was blowing in her ears again and again, but in the hinterland of her heart, there were still weeds growing and weaving. It became a dense net, blocking those voices that were about to come out.

So she could only smile very calmly, and said to her friend very calmly: "He is just a child, and he has a toy he really wants. When he gets it, he may not think about it every day."

(End of this chapter)