Play Nice

Chapter 13 013: Beauty's scheming

It's a draw now!
Ms. Lu rubbed her fingers and waited to draw the card. It was coming to her soon. When she touched it, no, it wasn't what she wanted. She called out and asked the phone, "What did you just say?"

"The number of the business leader, send it to me."

He was speaking faster than usual.

"Wait for me." Ms. Lu opened the address book, and the pinyin of the business word was at the bottom. She swiped and looked for it.

At this time, the next home played a card.

Ms. Lu walked over in a blink of an eye: "Why didn't you report the card, what happened to you just now?"

Next is Shuzhen: "Sixth."

Ms. Lu quickly pushed the card with one hand: "Six of a kind, I'm smashed!" She picked up the six of a kind and inserted it between five of a kind and seven of a kind. The exciting moment came, "All!"

Ms. Lu was so lucky today that she was on the poker table for less than an hour. This was already the third game, one for her own, and two for Shuzhen.

Shuzhen grumbled irritably that she didn't read the almanac today.

"Mom." Jing Zhao urged, "Call later, send my number first."

"Oh, good." Ms. Lu found the number and sent it to it, "Why don't you even get the number, you are not together—"

The phone hangs up.

Actually hung up!

Ms. Lu was shocked: "My family's Zhaobao actually hung up on me!"

Shuzhen asked if something happened.

Usually, Ms. Lu praised Zhao Bao to the sky, saying that he was patient, personable, polite and filial, and he was a big treasure given to her by God.

The big baby actually hung up Ms. Lu's phone.

But Ms. Lu was not angry at all, she was quite happy: "Wow, I forgot my mother when I have a daughter-in-law, it's great!"

Pay attention, the point of this sentence is not to forget the mother, but to have a daughter-in-law.

Shuzhen and the other two poker friends: "..." They don't quite understand Ms. Lu's excitement.

However, poker players can also understand Ms. Lu's eagerness. After all, Zhaobao Dabao has no mother besides Jing Qianqian since she was 19 years old. It is normal for Ms. Lu to be anxious. No mother is not worried. The marital status of the son, especially his sexual orientation.

As for before the age of 19, the big guys don't know. The big baby of Ms. Lu's family came to Xingyue Mansion when she was 19 years old.

*****
Jing Zhao checked the number given by Ms. Lu. He remembered correctly. There was no problem with the number he dialed before, so he dialed it again.

Passed this time.

"Hello."

The rain fell suddenly, tick-tock, and it came down violently.

Jing Zhao opened his umbrella and walked on the street without pedestrians: "It's me."

The raindrops were very noisy, but he could still hear it clearly. The business leader's excited voice on the phone: "Do you know my number?" There was even a little smugness.

Jing Zhao didn't answer her question, and his voice made the sudden autumn rain feel cool: "Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

The road of the old street is uneven, and the rainwater quickly accumulated in a pool. The white sneakers stepped on the puddles, and the steps were a little anxious, and the water stained the uppers of the shoes.

Holding a black umbrella, he shuttled through the street. The raindrops fell along the ribs, smashed to the ground, splashed small and scattered water droplets, and printed deep and shallow lines on the hem of his clothes.

"I forgot to tune the bell, I didn't hear it." Like a child who did something wrong, she obediently apologized, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Jing Zhao raised his umbrella, walked through the locust trees along the street, and looked for the road one by one: "Where are you?"

"On Huadong Road, in front of a coffee shop," she said. "There is a super large cake model in front of that shop."

Jing Zhao knew the store, turned into a fork in the road, and quickened his pace: "Did you get caught in the rain?"

"No."

"Wait."

He hangs up.

Shang Lingling looked at the screen of the mobile phone and received the caller ID: Jing Meiren.

She looked up Jing Zhao's information, and what she lacked was not a number, but an opportunity to dial that number openly.

She stood behind the eaves and waited quietly.

The rain hit the eaves in a series, dripping down like big beads and small beads, smashing the reflection of the city in the puddles on the ground.

When the wind stopped, her Jingmei came.

On the empty street, he was the only one holding an umbrella, a tall man with a big umbrella, tore a hole in the rain and fog and filled it with shadows.

"Jing Zhao." Shang Lingling waved at him with a bright smile, "I'm here!"

He looked over.

She immediately rushed outside the rain curtain.

"Wait there and don't move."

"Oh."

She obediently retreated again, looking eagerly, waiting for him to come and pick him up.

The rain was so heavy that even if only one person was covered, the corners of the clothes would get wet.

Jing Zhao went under the eaves and brushed off the rainwater from the hem of his shirt. He put away his umbrella: "What are you doing here?"

Shang Lingling picked up the bag in his hand: "Buy desserts."

"You should say hello to me first."

His tone was no different, as usual, his voice was low, flat and gentle.

But the business leader felt that he was angry.

She had no confidence, and defended in a low voice: "You didn't give me a number."

He didn't answer, just looking at the rain outside.

Shang Lingling took a step towards him: "Your clothes are wet."

As they got closer, the rain from the umbrella splashed onto her shoes.

Jing Zhao leaned against the wall and took an umbrella in his other hand: "It's raining too much, wait until it stops before going back."

The rain was heavy, the sky was dark, and the water vapor was hazy.

She found that the rainy day was a good match for him, and the lingering haze formed a sharp contrast with his strong and deep outline, like the most gorgeous winter plum blossomed in a black and white ink painting, adding color proudly.

Unlike the 19-year-old him, the [-]-year-old him is more like the scorching sun, like the wind blowing through the hall, unruly and free.

He is very tall, with a collar of 1.6 meters eight, and he still has to look up at him: "Jing Zhao, are you cold?"

He shook his head.

"Are your hands sore?"

He didn't respond, looking at the puddle in front of him in a trance.

Shang Lingling asked again, "Do you want me to help you get an umbrella?"

He turned his head, his pupils were covered with a layer of water mist, and the reflection was unknown: "Take care of yourself."

The implication: ignore others.

He is really nice.

The business leader bowed his head in distress.

She loves beauty. She only cares about her demeanor when she goes out, not the temperature. Her clothes are very thin, her T-shirt is short-sleeved, her jacket is on the car, and her fairy skirt is not to keep out the cold. The wind is blowing into the fluffy gauze. shivered.

"Wait in the store."

Jing Zhao went ahead.

Shang Lingling pursed his lips and smiled and followed.

There are a few tables of customers sheltering from the rain in the store, a soft piano song is playing on the speaker, and the aroma of desserts and coffee is entwined.

Jing Zhao put the umbrella on the umbrella stand at the door, and he went to the cashier to order.

"Two cups of hot chocolate."

There are two girls over the cashier, both young, one is pretending to be busy, looking up from time to time, and the other is ordering customers in an orderly manner.

By the way, the methodical one is born with eight or nine points of beauty, and can be regarded as a beauty.

"A total of 68." The beauty asked, "Sir, is it WeChat Pay?"

Jing Zhao put the bank card on the table: "Swipe the card."

The beauty calmly glanced at the business leader who was following Jing Zhao, and then calmly swiped the card.

After the payment, Meiren took out the card and the running slip: "Your card." She handed it along with the food dispenser.

He took it: "Thank you."

They took a seat by the window.

The cashier who pretended to be busy finally stopped busy, and excitedly tugged at the sleeve of the beautiful colleague: "Did you see it?"

The beauty is very arrogant, and never shows an expression that has never seen the world: "I'm not blind."

"Absolutely."

Indeed, the face, Adam's apple, and legs.

In less than 5 minutes, the food taker lights up.

Jing summoned to the cashier, and the hair on his forehead was still damp.

Beauty put two cups of hot chocolate on the tray and pushed it over.

He politely thanked him.

The beauty put a towel on the tray: "You're welcome."

There was a corner of a white tissue sticking out of the towel.

Some women, such as the beauty at the cash register, will have a back bone. The more personable the other party is, the more they want to hook him down to the altar and stain him with dust.

　*****
　　Shang Lingling: Oh, when the Shang Fairy does not exist?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)