Play Nice

Chapter 43 043: The temptation late at night (one more)
Jing Zhao went to pour a glass of water and saw a camera on the TV cabinet.

"Who found this camera?"

"Old Zhong, I found it on the road outside the community." Jing Jian raised his eyelids and continued to operate the game interface, "How did you lose it? The lens is broken like this."

Jing Zhao's answer was rather perfunctory: "I lost it accidentally."

He picked up the camera and looked back and forth.

Not only the lens, but also the shutter.

Although Jingjian is not a photography professional, he has been immersed in it for a few years and understands a little bit.Many photographers have a hobby of collecting cameras, and Jing Zhao also has it. The broken one is his collection. It is a large-format film camera produced in the early years. Now money can't buy it.

The camera fell a little weird.

Jing Jian's desire to explore came up: "So careless? Isn't this your favorite 'son'?"

"Yeah." Jing Zhao finished drinking the water and put down the cup, "Don't wait for me for dinner, I'll go to repair 'son'."

He took the camera and went upstairs.

Jing Jian also went up.

It was almost seven o'clock, and Ms. Lu hadn't called her two sons for dinner.

Jing Jian asked in the group of the Maruko family: [When will dinner be served? 】

Ms. Lu changed her new nickname.

Staying up late will make you bald: [Leader went to the convenience store, wait a few more minutes]

Then Ms. Lu, who stayed up late and would be bald, posted a series of photos, all of which were dishes tonight, as rich as the Chinese New Year.

Because of the group message, Jing Zhao's cell phone kept ringing. He clicked on WeChat, glanced at it briefly, then slid the dialog box to the chat record above, and stopped at a message that Ms. Lu had sent before.

The weather tonight is not very good, it is not raining, but the wind is blowing, the dark clouds are not scattered, there are no stars, and there is no moonlight.

Jing Zhao put down the camera, got up and left the room.

The nearest convenience store to Xingyue Haoting is at the back of the community, and you have to pass by the side door of No. [-].The street lights were broken, and it was dark all around. Only the lights of the people in the community leaked a faint light. There were no pedestrians on the road, only the shadows of trees blown by the wind, rustling.

Shang Lingling turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone, followed the road ahead, and walked faster and faster. She occasionally turned her head, and there was only her own shadow behind her.

The fallen leaves on the ground are withered and yellow, and the foot will squeak when you step on it.The light from the mobile phone is not strong enough, just a short beam of silver-white light beams, the wind blows, the leaves float into the light, dance a few times, and then fall back to the dark place.

There were footsteps behind him, regular and slow, and Shang Lingling turned back again with his mobile phone in hand.This time, she saw the most familiar figure among the floating leaves.

"Jing Zhao!"

The business leader stopped.

Jing Zhao walked into the beam of light in her cell phone shop.

The clouds between her brows dissipated, leaving only joy: "Why are you here?"

Jing Zhao held a black bag in his hand and said, "Come down and buy sweet potatoes."

When the two were side by side, Shang Lingling followed in his footsteps: "What a coincidence."

He didn't walk fast and looked at the road ahead: "Aren't you cold?"

The business leader led out the door to buy warm palace stickers. She was actually afraid of the cold, especially during her menstrual period.

But she especially likes to wear skirts.

Her coat is a thin red cape, which matches well with a short plaid skirt. She wears small leather shoes under her feet. The color of the leggings is similar to her skin, and she wears a fisherman hat in the same color as the plaid skirt, which is very sweet and very sweet. cool.

Shang Lingling hugged himself tightly: "cold."

Jing Zhao glanced at her skirt.

"It looks good in this way," she explained.

Jing Zhao's tone was not very pleasant, a bit mean: "I think you like being hospitalized."

Shang Ling led the probe to look into his eyes, her smiling eyes curved like crescent moons: "Do you care about me?"

Jing Zhao did not take her words.

She stepped on the fallen leaves and did not walk well, and jumped: "You are not wearing a coat."

Forgot to take it.

He didn't speak, but quickened his pace.

The wind was too strong, Shang Lingling turned off the flashlight of his mobile phone, and freed his hand to hold down his hat: "Wait for me."

He didn't wait and walked faster.

The wind is howling, and it is almost winter.

Shang Lingling went directly to Ms. Lu's [-]th floor, Jing Zhao went back to the [-]th floor first. When he entered the door, he ran into Jingjian and went out.

"Where did you just go?"

Jing Zhao threw the bag on the entrance cabinet: "Buy sweet potatoes."

"Isn't the food at home not finished yet?" Jing Jian felt that he was acting suspiciously, "Have your 'son' been repaired?"

"Why are you talking so much today?"

Jing Zhao spoke very little today. After a meal, he didn't say a word.He was the last to be at the table and the first to put down his chopsticks.

When he went out, he glanced at the warm palace sticker placed by Shang Lingling on the coffee table, and went upstairs without saying anything.

About ten o'clock.

Someone knocked on the door of 1803, and Jing Zhao was repairing the camera.

"See you."

Jingjian's game console was connected to the TV, and he operated the handle with both hands: "I don't have time."

Jing Zhao put down the camera and went to open the door.

"Hello."

It is a resident of 1503 and has been moving in for a few months.

Jing Zhao had met her several times: "Is something wrong?"

The resident of 1503 is a lady, about 30 years old. According to Ms. Lu, she is a makeup artist, and her name is Zou Xin.

She was wearing a tight skirt, and her makeup was beautiful and scheming. The makeup was not heavy, and she said: "The shower in my room is broken."

Jing Zhao knows a little bit about everything, and Ms. Lu is a renter again. Usually, anyone who has a broken water pipe or an electric meter will call Jing Zhao over to check it out, but he doesn't go there every time, depending on his mood at the time, as well as size.

"Can you wait until tomorrow to fix it?"

Zou Xin's hair was half-wet, as if she was halfway through the bath. Today, she was wearing pure white makeup: "Then can I borrow your bathroom first?"

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