Play Nice

Chapter 29 029: Relatives visit, social death scene

"Look at the road."

"Oh." She looked confused.

Jing Zhao retracted his hand and walked in front, outside.

After leaving the hospital gate, he left her at the gate: "wait for me here."

The business leader was well-behaved: "Okay."

Jing Zhao's car was parked across the road. He changed his car. The model of this car is very low-key, has a large space, and the color...is more resistant to dirt. It doesn't look like a model that young people will like.

Shang Lingling opened the co-pilot's door, sat down, and fastened his seat belt: "Has your red car been sent for touch up paint?"

"Yeah." There are a lot of cars at the intersection and they move very slowly. Jing Zhao said, "My lady Lu said you charged too much to repair the car."

It was a lot of fights, and the business leaders did it on purpose.

Dogtou said that financial resources are also an attraction, and they should be displayed when they should be displayed.

"It's okay." Shang Lingling smiled modestly and shyly, "Don't worry, I have small assets."

She said that when she was small and wealthy, the sun outside was not as dazzling as the light in her eyes.

Showing off her wealth, she has never lost.

Jing Zhao's response was flat: "I'm not worried."

Dog head bullshit.

Shang Lingling crossed out the word "financial resources" in the love secrets given by Goutou in his heart.

"My money comes from seriousness, and the salaries of well-skilled cosmetic surgeons are high, and I also have a side business."

It can be considered a disguised explanation for the sky-high luxury car that Shang Jincai used, as well as the ruby ​​inlaid on her bag. By the way, it is emphasized that she is a "serious person with strong roots".

Jing Zhao looked at the road ahead and responded with a word to her explanation, indicating that he was listening: "Well."

He had an expression that had nothing to do with him at all.

Okay, money can't seduce him.

"What were you going to do this afternoon?" The topic was picked up casually, and Shang Lingling wanted to talk to him more, "Did it delay you?"

Jing Zhao is a person who pays attention to etiquette. Although he is not enthusiastic, he usually answers all questions.

"People take pictures."

"Are you an artist?"

"No." After a few seconds, he explained, "The uncle who sells fried dumplings across from my studio."

The business leader was not surprised.

The works he has published in the past few years are all like this, including scenery, portraits, top celebrities, and market passers-by.

"Are you expensive?"

There are rumors in the circle that the price is sky-high, but Jing Zhao has also posted some ordinary photos that are not related to commercial use. There are hundred-year-old banquets, full moon banquets, wedding photos, and even after-life photos. Those people in the photos are not all of them. All are very rich.

He gave an explanation: "Separate people."

"Then what are your requirements for receiving guest films?"

He didn't have a ride, so he answered casually: "It depends on the mood."

The car drove very slowly, the windows were open, and the sunlight that was not too strong in autumn shone in, and the light was dyed with bright yellow color, which enveloped half of his face and painted him casually and brightly.

If there is a kind of scenery to describe Jingzhao, it should be an autumn day close to dusk, with a sense of brokenness and depression that cannot be grasped, and it is very beautiful and enthusiastic.

Shang Lingling was so fascinated by his face that he couldn't look away: "So you refused to take pictures of me because you were in a bad mood?"

Jing Zhao's answer hesitated for a few seconds: "Because of the scale."

It’s not uncommon for photographers to take nude photos at all. Body art does not distinguish between men and women, but Jing Zhao has never released such photos. The most photographed of him are wars, followed by the moon, followed by mountains and rivers.

However, sooner or later she will break his principles.

She smiled brightly, and the corners of her eyes secretly overflowed with satisfaction, like a treasure: "So you are so old-fashioned."

The car turned a corner to change lanes, and the light came on the face, Jing Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly: "Have you given up your thoughts yet?"

Shang Lingling craned his neck to see that he looked like a meerkat with beautiful eyebrows: "I didn't give up."

He stared straight ahead without turning his head to look at her. The contours of his lower jaw seemed to be a little tighter because his teeth were clenched.

"what ever."

With two words, he ended the topic.

There is no traffic jam at this point, and it takes more than half an hour to drive to the traffic police team.Shang Lingling was lying on the edge of the car window, reaching out to grab a handful of sunlight.

"Bring in your hand."

"Oh."

She is an obedient business fairy.

She put her elbows against the edge of the car window instead, resting her chin on her chin, and looked leisurely at the sunlight and Jing Zhao's face. At first, her eyes were clear, but later, it became more and more cloudy.

She began to sit straight and stiff, with her legs folded and one hand clenching her long knitted dress.

She whispered, "Jing Zhao."

"Ah."

Jing Zhao turned to look at her.

She wondered if her cheeks were red from the sun, and she stopped talking for a long time: "Can you stop the car?"

"what happened?"

Business leaders never let themselves fall into uncontrollable situations.

But there's one thing she can't control - her goddamn big aunt who's never on time, always visiting without warning.

She pulled her legs even tighter, her eyes flushed with hot red, embarrassed, impatient, angry.

"I want to go to the bathroom."

She wanted to kick the door very vividly, like a girl of that age would have.

"There are public restrooms a little further ahead."

This road is a bit remote. There are several real estate agencies and several decoration equipment stores along the way, but there is no shopping mall.

Jing Zhao stepped on the accelerator, and within a minute of driving, he pulled over and stopped the car, took off his coat and threw it to her: "I'm going down to smoke a cigarette."

He dug out a pack of cigarettes from the armrest and got out of the car.

He shouldn't be too addicted to smoking, there is no smoke smell on his navy blue short coat, only a faint scent of grapefruit.

Shang Lingling hugged his jacket and looked out of the car window absentmindedly, watching him with a cigarette between his fingers and his feet on the fallen leaves, he slowly walked out of her sight.A few osmanthus flowers float down, like pure white snow in the golden autumn, with the ultimate contrast and impact.

Shang Lingling briefly forgot the current embarrassing situation, and the soul left for a while before returning.She tied her coat around her waist before getting out of the car.

Sure enough, the seats were dirty.

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　　Recently, I have eaten Jingzhao's character.

　　Gu Meihua: Cupid, come and call for a dozen Jingzhao!
　　Cupid: speak English.

　　Gu Meihua: please, please... well, I don't deserve it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)