Play Nice

Chapter 45: 045: Sending Wife to Work
"Fix what?"

"Street lights," he said.

Ms. Lu suddenly said, "Oh, street lights."

As expected of her family's treasure, the representative of male Durban.

The fifteenth floor was no longer lively. Ms. Lu took the stairs to go home and asked Jing Zhao, "Are you alone?"

"Uncle Zhong is also here."

Ms. Lu instructed: "Be careful when climbing the ladder."

"Yeah. I know."

"then I will not bother you."

Ms. Lu hung up the phone.

Jing Zhao put away the phone, put on a new light bulb, and screwed on the screw of the light head. He held the handrail on the edge, and said to the old clock below, "It's alright."

Lao Zhong called and said that the gate could be opened.

In the next second, the street lights came on, and the apricot-yellow light was plated on Jing Zhao.

"Jing Zhao."

He stood on the ascending ladder, raised his head slightly, and saw the business leader.

She was at the window at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, waving at him, her eyes filled with smiles that were about to overflow.

"What are you doing there?"

She said, "I came to see the moon."

Of course it's fake, she saw Jing Zhao on the balcony, and she chased here specially, waiting for the lights, and also waiting for him.

She leaned on the window with her elbows and looked at Jing Zhao on the ladder: "You can also repair street lights."

It seems that witches in fairy tales like darkness and like to haunt at night.

Shang Lingling doesn't like it. She doesn't like walking on dark night roads. She likes everything that glows, such as street lamps, rubies, and Jing Zhao.

The young man who built the street lamp at the beginning has grown up and has grown into a humble gentleman who stands tall in the sky.

"Ms. Lu asked me to greet you for her."

Shang Lingling: "Huh?"

Jing Zhao relayed Ms. Lu's original words: "It's cold, so don't dress too cool."

Not long after taking a shower, Shang Lingling was wearing a pink bear pajamas, and when he went out, he put on a beige knitted cardigan, which was not cool, at best, it was thin.

She felt that this greeting had an unspoken meaning, but she didn't know what it meant.

"Did Ms. Lu say that?"

Jing Zhao got down from the ladder: "Go ask her yourself."

The words were indeed said by Ms. Lu, but Jing Zhao changed the person to greet him.

When the business leader brought it back, she heard Ms. Lu talking about the shower. She decided not to trouble the lady of 1503 for the time being because she was in a good mood.When she is in a good mood, she has a good temper.

She was not tired, so she started a live broadcast.Then, a bunch of night owls rushed to the live broadcast room.

【First】

[Front row, keep claws]

【coming】

【…】

According to the old rules, Shang Lingling did not show his face: "Good evening."

The barrage is lively.

【Good evening Ruby】

【You finally remembered that you still have a live account】

[I have also listened to the sound of rain in the last issue a hundred times]

[Ruby, are there any extras for Red Rabbit and White Rabbit? 】

[I am also squatting rabbit sequel]

She asked the audience, "Want to hear a song?"

There is no process for her live broadcast, and the content depends on the mood at the time.

The barrage swiped a screen.

【think! 】

【Ah ah ah! 】

[Ruby hasn't sung for a long time]

[Ruby said before, she only sings when she's in a good mood]

[Has Ruby caught up with the hard-to-catch man? 】

Shang Lingling got up and went to get the musical instrument. The angle of the external camera was installed so low that it could only photograph her waist at most.

【It's ukulele! 】

【Ye Qing is back! 】

[I was the pit that ukulele entered last year]

Shang Lingling sat back on the chair with the ukulele in her arms. The microphone's sound was too good. She moved the chair back a long way, then tuned a few notes and started playing.

It is a foreign language song with a very gentle tune.

"I was found on the ground by the fountain
At valder fields and was almost dry
Lying in the sun after I had tried..."

【It sounds great! ! 】

[The newcomer asks if they don't understand, is this the ASMR sleep-assist live broadcast room? 】

【It's a sleep aid】

[New fans don't panic, we Ruby are all-powerful]

[It seems that sometimes it is not so sleepy, such as when telling stories]

【Voice is nice】

【Voice control powder passing by】

【…】

The last ending was put away, and the business leader put down the ukulele. There was no transition, and the next process started directly.

"The next process, the voice of the deep sea."

She put the trigger sound aid on the table.

【Unpredictable transition】

【I haven't heard enough yet】

【Is it onomatopoeia? 】

【A new material again! 】

The props she uses are like the kind of crystal mud that children play with. It is sticky, solid, and fluid.She took a fist-sized ball, covered the upper end of the microphone, and slowly pulled it down. When pulling, the air in the crystal mud was squeezed, and it was stuffed inside the microphone, making a dull thud, like the depths of the ocean. sound coming.

【Heaven, the voice of the deep sea】

【It seems! ! 】

[Ruby's Foley sound is perfect]

【This part is so touching】

[My scalp is already tingling]

【It's even better when you wear headphones】

【Sleep here tonight】

【Sleep, sleep, good night】

【Good night】

【…】

Auditory stimuli trigger an intracranial orgasm, and only a few areas of the brain respond to this gentle, monotonous stimulus, while the rest of the brain is suppressed, causing drowsiness.This phenomenon also occurs in daily life. For example, the mother frequently pats the baby's back, the pregnant table shakes from side to side, and the sound made when the hour hand moves regularly will have a hypnotic effect.

The speed of Shang Lingling pulling the crystal mud is sometimes fast and slow, just like the sound of the sea is sometimes turbulent and sometimes quiet.

Suddenly, the sound of coughing interrupts the trigger tone.

Shang Lingling stopped what he was doing, took a sip of water from the cup, and suppressed his cough: "Sorry."

【It's ok】

【It's getting cold, Ruby pay attention to keep warm】

【Go to bed early】

It was the first time that a listener hypnotized the anchor to go to bed earlier, and Shang Lingling recognized this number because of its nickname: Ruby9876.

This is an old fan, hardly commenting, and occasionally only leaving six periods.

The business leader put away the tools: "I'll be here today."

She approached the microphone and whispered, "Good night."

Then, the live broadcast ends.

The wind was so strong tonight that it knocked down the small electric motor parked in the garage by Shang Lingling, and the shell of the small electric motor was broken.

Ms. Lu feels that this style has become refined, and she will become a person.

Before eight o'clock, Jing Zhao's cell phone rang.

Ms. Lu called: "Zhaobao."

He just got up and was blowing on the balcony: "Huh?"

The air is so cold that it pricks the skin and makes people wake up quickly.

"Are you up?"

"get up."

Ms. Lu asked, "Are you free later? It won't take long, one hour is enough."

Jing Zhao's schedule today is only to develop photos: "I am free."

The industrious matchmaker and model worker Ms. Lu: "The car that is in the lead is broken. Give her a ride."

Jing Zhao was silent.

Ms. Lu hung up the phone as he acquiesced.

Within 10 minutes, Jing Zhao went downstairs.Shang Lingling has finished eating, carrying a small blue bag that can only hold lipstick and cute, obediently sitting on the sofa and waiting, thinking in his mind——

Ms. Lu is very good. When she and Jing Zhao get married, she will not be afraid of revealing her identity. At that time, she must send a community to Ms. Lu and let her be the richest renter in Hwaseong.

Jing Zhao entered the room: "What time do you go to work?"

Shang Lingling replied obediently: "08:30."

Jing Zhao sat down and had breakfast.

He eats well, but he doesn't eat slowly. He put down the tableware and chopsticks in a few minutes: "Let's go."

The business leader got up and followed.

Ms. Lu held Jing Qianqian in her hands and sent the pair out of the door with a smile.Jing Qianqian is as noble and elegant as always, wearing a Lolita skirt and a maid's lace hat, wagging her tail lazily, and disdain for the world of four seasons, three meals a day, and love between men and women.

The weather is not bad today, and the dark clouds are all gone. Although it is the time to go to work, the road to the funeral home has never been blocked by traffic.

King does not like to talk when he is in the car.

Shang Lingling sat in the co-pilot: "Jing Zhao."

He turned to look at her, and after a few seconds, he looked at the road again.

She asked suddenly, "Do you know how to repair showers?"

"will not."

"Oh."

It's been a long time.

The corner of Shang Lingling's mouth squeezed into a smile, and his face was serious: "Your mother said you would."

Jing Zhao: "..."

Madam Lu really told her everything.

　*****
　　good morning~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)