Play Nice

Chapter 41 041: The past of leading Jingzhao
"Brother Jing Zhao..."

The dream is spring.

The green grass on the ridges in spring is green, and the frogs are croaking at night.A cement path was built between the rice fields. It rained at dusk, the road was wet, and the street lights along the road were broken, but the lights of the villages in the distance were on, and the moon was also on, and the light could just see the road clearly.

With the night wind blowing, the early rice in the field was bent over, and a girl was walking alone on the road in the field.

She was wearing a beautiful long dress, white shoes, and expensive rubies dangling from chains on her ankles, and as she walked faster and faster, the pendants swayed faster and faster.

There was a dog barking on the ridge not far away. It was a big and fierce black dog, and it flew towards the girl.

The girl raised her head proudly: "Don't come here."

At night, there was only the barking of insects and dogs, and no one was there.

There was no trace of fear on her face, but her hands were tightly clutching the skirt, and her fingertips were white.

The dog in the village was the most shy, and charged towards her with bared teeth.

She stepped back in a hurry, just stepped on a stone under her feet, her center of gravity was unstable, and she fell to the ground.

"Wang!"

The black dog pounced on her.

Just then, the street light suddenly turned on.

Then, the young man's voice sounded in the empty field: "Prosperity, come here."

The black dog barked and ran to the street lamp wagging its tail.

The girl raised her head and saw the boy repairing the street lamp.He stood on a high ladder, next to the moon.

It was 19-year-old Jing Zhao.

Like a girl's favorite ruby, it's beautiful, intense and bright.

The girl stood up, brushed the dust off her skirt, walked under the light pole, and raised her head: "little brother, how do you get to Hou Zaozhuang?"

The lights passed through the dark night, and the ground was silver and white, and the boy on the ladder was so dazzling.

Below the ladder, is the little witch.

Later, the little witch took the boy home.

The dream is like a sand painting, one scene is broken up, and another scene is immediately put together.

"Brother Jing Zhao."

It's night again.

The girl pushed open the door and gently climbed onto the large bed.

"Brother Jing Zhao."

She reached into the quilt, into the boy's clothes.

The good-natured boy blushed at her: "Leader!"

He wanted to push her away, but reached out and touched the girl's tender body.

She wore a skirt that was too thin, like a tangled dodder, and got into the boy's arms: "Don't move."

"I'm going to try," she whispered.

Under the quilt, hands are doing evil.

At that time, the little witch was still young and took her brother Jing Zhao to steal the forbidden fruit.

The sand painting was scattered again, and the scene changed again. This time, the target was a piece of white, white curtains, white sheets, and white hospital gowns.

And the girl's white skirt.

"Brother Jing Zhao."

The teenager was sitting on a hospital bed. After a car accident and surgery, he was temporarily blinded. He looked for his voice and asked, "Who are you?"

The girl ran out in a panic, dropping the ruby ​​anklet on her ankle.

This is the last, the little witch lost the ruby, and Jing Zhao forgot about her.

The dream ends here.

Shang Lingling opened her eyes and saw the person in her dream just now.

She called him subconsciously: "Brother Jingzhao."

Jing Zhao was stunned, his palm still resting on her forehead.

His hands were very cold, and Shang Lingling finally came out of the dream and became conscious.

She responded quickly and immediately explained: "Your mother said that Jing Qianqian called you brother, and let me call him brother according to his seniority. If you don't like it, I won't call it that."

Jing Qianqian called her brother like this: Meow.

In order to win the red line of love between her brother and sister, Ms. Lu even spared the cat, and she fought hard.

After explaining, Shang Lingling blinked: "Are you touching me?"

Jing Zhao calmly retracted his hand: "The fever has subsided."

"Oh."

No matter, just touch it.

Shang Lingling stared at him with watery eyes. The reaction after the high fever was all written on his face. The end of his eyes were red, his pupils were moist, his lips were pale, his skin was white, and he had a fragile beauty.

Jing Zhao looked away from her face and took a step back: "This is the last bottle, and I'll lose in a few minutes. I'll go back first. If you have anything, call the nurse."

He turned to go.

"I just had a dream."

He stopped again.

Shang Lingling sat up from the hospital bed: "Don't you want to know what I dreamed about?"

He turned his head and refused quite simply: "I don't want to."

No fun at all.

Straight man!
Shang Lingling was not angry with him either, smiling like a sly fox: "Why are you so uncooperative? Did you forget? You praised me not long ago, saying that I am the most beautiful."

The little girl will act like a spoiled child, will show weakness, and will act as a little rascal when the time is right. Jing Zhao originally thought that he would not eat this kind of thing...

"What did you dream about?"

She smiled sweetly, like the first sprout emerging from the soil after spring, so full of vitality: "You."

She might really be a seed.

Trying to grow like crazy.

In the realm of Jing Zhao.

"Go to sleep."

After leaving two words, Jing Zhao left.

There was a glass of water on the cabinet, and Shang Lingling picked up the water glass, it was warm.She drank all the water and lay down for a few minutes. After the drip was finished, there was a call bell on the bedside. After she pressed it, the nurse came over quickly and took the infusion tube.

It was late and she still didn't sleep.

There were footsteps at the door, and she immediately sat up after hearing it: "Jing Zhao."

The door was pushed open.

It was the nurse who came in: "You haven't slept yet."

Shang Lingling craned his neck and looked out: "Is he gone?"

"Your boyfriend?"

The business leader nodded with a smile: "Yes."

"He has gone back."

"Has the rain stopped outside?"

"Not yet, but it's very small." The nurse walked to the head of the bed and put down the black plastic bag in her hand.

The bag was bulging with stuff inside.

The business leader looked away and said, "What?"

"Your boyfriend asked me to bring it here."

There are some daily necessities in the bag, and there is a small bag of menstrual period supplies at the bottom.

It was still raining outside, and Shang Lingling's eyes were instantly bright: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The nurse joked, "Your boyfriend is a nice guy."

Shang Lingling nodded vigorously: "Yes, it's a little angel in the world."

It's just that the luck is not very good, and the witch is thinking about it.

　*****
　　As I have foreshadowed before, Jing Zhao and Ling Ling have a lot of past, how about we start exposing them from stealing the forbidden fruit?
　　Ps: The forbidden fruit is stolen, and it will be sold before eating it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)