Play Nice

Chapter 23: 023: Taking Private Photos

Jing Zhao looked at her with a clear light in his eyes, shaking his shadow: "You have found a good backer."

She didn't speak, she pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes moving quickly, looking at her sleeves frequently.

The white sweater she was wearing was very impatient.

Jing Zhao didn't think too much before reaching out his hand. It happened to be his injured hand that was holding her sleeve. The tiger's mouth was open, and bloodshots came out and smeared on her sleeve.

The sweater is a plush fabric, dyed red, like flowers blooming in the snow.

"Feel sorry."

Jing Zhao let go of his hand, took out a tissue, and wiped her sleeve in a ghostly way.

As a result, the small safflower the size of mung bean fainted and instantly became the size of a broad bean.

"..."

It was rare for him to be so embarrassed: "It stained your clothes."

The paper that was wiping the sleeves was pinched and crumpled.

Shang Lingling buried his head, his eyelashes trembled, and soft flowers bloomed from the corners of his mouth: "It doesn't matter, if it's dirty, it's dirty."

Those who scold her as a devil must be blind, she is so coaxing, as long as she is given a little sweetness, she can be good for a long time.

Jing Zhao stepped aside: "Come in."

The business leader led in, let's take a look around.

I didn't see that light bulb.

"Where's your brother?" she asked casually, hoping the lightbulb wouldn't show up.

Jing Zhao said, "Play games in the room." He closed the door.

The business leader was even happier.

She put the medicine box on the coffee table, then looked at Jing Zhao's hand, and then at the height of his forehead: "You sit down."

Maybe because it stained her clothes, Jing Zhao cooperated and sat down as she said.

Shang Lingling squatted between the coffee table and the sofa, like a snow-white rabbit that wouldn't bite.

"Hand out."

He did.

Just when I grabbed her sleeve, the wound on the tiger's mouth was pulled, and there was still blood on the edge of the torn skin.

The wound is not deep, but the flesh is opened, and it looks serious.

On the inner side of the index finger not far from the wound, there is a small scar that cannot be found without a closer look.

Shang Lingling opened the medicine box and took out the cotton swab and disinfectant: "You have a scar on your finger." She raised her head, her pupils were facing the light behind, reflecting a beautiful streamer, "How did you do it? "

Jing Zhao leaned back and pulled away from her: "I don't know, forget it."

she knows.

She did it.

She used a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant to wipe the blood around the wound. She moved carefully and professionally without touching his skin too much.

"Does it hurt?"

Jing Zhao did not return her words.

She squeezed a little ointment and rubbed it on his wound. After gently rubbing it open with a cotton swab, she leaned over her face and blew seriously.

There are more than one or two scars on Jing Zhao's body. He is used to being rough with himself. With such a small hole, where does he need to be so careful.

Whether it hurts or not, it was itchy from her blowing.

She squatted there, the fluffy sweater was very sticky to her hair, and the weather was dry and there was static electricity, and the lock of hair she tugged behind her ears froze.

Males have no natural resistance to furry things, and they want to go along when they see it.

Jing Zhao leaned his head up on the back of the sofa and covered his eyes with his other hand.

Don't watch it, it's annoying.

After wiping the medicine, Shang Ling collar cut a small bandage and wrapped it neatly around his fingers.

"Jing Zhao."

He didn't answer.

Halfway through the bandage, she stopped: "Am I well wrapped?"

Jing Zhao removed the hand from her eyes and let her face break into view.

She has a pair of very smart eyes. When she is docile, she is like a deer raised in the deep mountains. The deer's eyes are filled with a pool of clean and translucent spring water. If she wants to care what you want, she will just open innocent eyes. Silently drown people in it.

Jing Zhao put his head aside and hummed, as an answer.

"Of course it looks good," Shang Lingling continued to wrap the bandages, "I studied clinical medicine at university."

Jing Zhao looked away, his profile under the light was illusory and quiet.

The silence was so long that the business leader thought the topic was over, but he opened his mouth at this time.

"Why didn't you become a doctor?"

Shang Lingling had no interest in Xuanhu Ji Shi: "Have you ever seen a corpse that died in a disgraceful way?"

"I have seen."

Jing Zhao has seen a lot, with broken limbs, broken arms, and rivers of blood.

"I've seen it before." Shang Lingling lowered his eyelashes, casting a curved shadow under his eyes, "I didn't study medicine to save people, but to sew the corpse up to look better."

She put the tape on: "Okay."

Jing Zhao sat up straight and retracted his hand: "Thank you."

Shang Lingling sorted out the medicine box, squatted for too long, and his legs were a little numb, so he simply sat on the coffee table and slowly.She put her hands on her knees, sat upright, tilted her head slightly forward, and looked at Jing Zhao with bright eyes: "Can I ask for a gift?"

Jing Zhao hesitated for a few seconds: "You said."

"Help me take pictures."

"Which kind?"

She blushed first, touched her ears, and said in a low voice, "Photo from a private room."

Jing Zhao thought, she shouldn't be allowed in.

"Extent." he asked.

She bowed her head coyly for a while, then raised her head, like a deer coming out of the forest, at the same time hesitant and full of curiosity and anticipation.

"Totally naked."

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　　Four generations in the same family goes one step further

　　
　
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