Play Nice

Chapter 56: 056: Daddy's Boyfriend Jing Zhao

A listener in the live broadcast room suggested: [Listen to me, send a photo of beautiful legs, and let him wash the quilt tomorrow morning]

Shang Lingling sat on the bed in a daze, she was seriously thinking about the feasibility of this proposal.

Wouldn't it be too reserved?

However, want to send.

Jing Zhao is a gentleman.

However, want to send.

Is it too deliberate to only send Jing Zhaofa?

However, want to send.

Shang Lingling hesitated for a long time, but was finally defeated by a large wave of yellow bubbles in his mind.She went to the wardrobe and picked out a super sexy nightdress, mainly because of the lack of fabric.

After changing her clothes, she stood in front of the mirror, found a good angle, and took many pictures.

The next day, it was sunny during the day, the temperature rose a lot, and it gradually turned cooler after dark. The rouge flowers on the balcony were not cold-resistant, and the petals fell off one after another, all falling on the ground, one in the east and one in the west, Jing Qianqian There is another one in the cat's litter. It was compacted and attached to the quilt. The purple-red is very bright, but it looks like it was embroidered.

The newly purchased grape hyacinths by Ms. Lu Changan are growing very well, with emerald green leaves, and they will bloom after a while.

The sun was setting and it was getting dark.

Ms. Lu called on the balcony and talked to the tenant Wang Xiuhe.

"Xiuhe, are you familiar with Ms. Qu on the top floor?"

Ms. Lu's eight buildings have a total of 33 floors. No one lives on the 31st and 32nd floors, and only Ms. Qu's family lives on the 33rd floor.

Ms. Qu is very introverted and taciturn. She doesn't communicate much with other tenants on weekdays, and the group of tenants has not increased.

Wang Xiuhe said that he didn't know each other very well, so he said hello a few times.

Wang Xiuhe asked what happened.

Ms. Lu said: "Shun Rong met Ms. Qu at the vegetable market yesterday, and said that Ms. Qu's arm was injured when she saw it."

Shunrong is a resident of the seventh building next door, and is quite familiar with many female tenants in the eighth building.

Wang Xiuhe understood as soon as he heard it.

"Ms. Qu's husband is a civil servant, right?"

"It should be, I heard that I work at the tax bureau." Ms. Lu has met Ms. Qu's husband several times, and he looks like a man who has read books on sages and sages.

Wang Xiuhe said: "I bumped into Ms. Qu's mother yesterday. She was carrying a basket of eggs and said she brought it to her son-in-law to eat. She even showed it to me, saying that her son-in-law was very promising and had a good temper."

Ms. Lu doesn't know much about other people's affairs: "It may also be that I am suspicious."

Jing Hedong called her in the living room: "Wife, the soup is going to be cold."

"Tell you later."

Ms. Lu hung up the phone and sat down at the dining table.

Jing Hedong had already prepared the rice and soup for her. Ms. Lu didn't like to eat duck skins, so Jing Hedong peeled them off for her, and tick off the bones.

Jing Hedong said: "Today's duck stew is a little old."

Ms. Lu was looking at her phone, and Jing Zhao was also looking at her phone.

Forget Ms. Lu, Jing Zhao doesn't usually touch his mobile phone when he eats, and Jing Hedong called him: "Zhaobao."

He looked up: "Huh?"

"Is the duck meat old?"

"Fortunately."

He lowered his head again and looked at his phone.

Ms. Lu was chatting privately with Shun Rong to learn about Ms. Qu. Jing Hedong caught a fish and carefully picked its thorns.

At this time, Jingjian came back.

Ms. Lu looked up and glanced: "Didn't you say you'll be back tomorrow?"

Jing Hedong put the thorny fish into Ms. Lu's bowl.

Jingjian put down his bag: "Everyone in the bedroom has left, it's boring to stay."

He just sat down.

Jing Zhao said, "Lend me your cell phone."

"what?"

"Don't do it."

Jing Jian unlocked the phone and gave it to him.

He put down his chopsticks and got off the table.

When Shang Lingling had dinner with Ms. Lu last time, she also added Jingjian symbolically. The Jiugongge photo she took last night was set to be visible in a group, and Jingjian was not in that group.

Shang Lingling's WeChat is only divided into two groups, one group is called Jing Zhao, and the other group is called other.

Jingjian went upstairs after dinner, and when he entered the door, he saw Jing Zhao on the balcony.There are colorful plants on the flower stand on the balcony, all of which are made by Ms. Lu.

"It's windy outside, aren't you cold?"

He was not wearing a coat, only a long white T on his shirt, and he was smoking.

Jing Qianqian, who was lying on the balcony, occasionally called out twice, which made the dark night a little more lively.

Jing Jian said, "You've been smoking a lot lately."

Jing Zhao is not very addicted to smoking, at least Jing Jian rarely sees him smoking. Even these days, there are always cigarette butts in the ashtray.

Since when?
It probably started when the tenants on the nineteenth floor moved in.

Someone knocked on the door.

Jingjian went to open the door.

The resident of the nineteenth floor, dressed in pink and tender, with a bunny ear headband on his head: "Good evening."

During the day, the funeral home delivered the remains of two people who died abnormally.

Jingjian opened the door: "Brother, I'm looking for you."

Then he returned to the room wisely.

Shang Lingling did not rush in, but still stood at the door.

Jing Zhao threw the cigarette butt into the grape hyacinth pot, and then went to the entrance: "Just got back?"

5 minutes ago, Ms. Lu was still saying in the family group that Shang Lingling hadn't come back yet, and that the cosmetologist was very hard.

"Well, just got back."

"What about dinner?"

Shang Lingling said, "I ate at the funeral home."

It was very cold at night. She wore a lamb fleece jacket. Today, she didn't wear a skirt, but casual sweatpants. Her hair was tied up, and her hair loops were fluffy and creamy white.

Unlike Jiugong Ge, who has bare legs.

Jing Zhao didn't mention the photo in the circle of friends, and asked her, "What's the matter with me?"

"I have something for you."

He was about to speak.

Shang Lingling grabbed his hand and made his palm face up, then she put the jade in his hand.

Jade is warm, and so are her hands.

"I wanted to give it to you yesterday, but it was too late yesterday, and I went out too early this morning." She obediently let go, her fingertips brushing his fingertips, itchy, "Is the Mo Li I gave you still there? ?"

"Ah."

Jing Zhao is not a very well-behaved person, he has tough bones.

Shang Lingling likes that when he has questions and answers, he feels very good, even if he answers a word from her.

"This is Mo Li's neighbor, Thuppides." The business leader asked him, "Have you been to this country?"

He folded his palms, and his fingers rubbed the patterns on the jade: "I've been there."

The shape of the land of Supides is like an unopened flower, and there is a city, which is rich in a kind of plant called Hollanda. Hollandia blooms in four seasons. The main raw material for new hallucinogens.

Hallucinogens are expensive in some nightclubs, but the people of Supides have always been poor.

"Why give gifts?"

Shang Lingling said: "You recommended a photographer to me to thank you."

She had promised him before that she would send him the whole world. She planned to send it slowly. She fantasized that maybe by the time it was finished, he would have already married her.

"Did you add it?"

What Jing Zhao sent to Shang Lingling was Zhou Zhi’s personal WeChat account.

Shang Lingling said, "I haven't passed it yet. Teacher Zhou is probably very busy."

Jing Zhao went in and took the mobile phone and gave her the number: "The number has been sent to you, you can contact her directly."

"it is good."

With the door open, he stood against the wall, waited for a while, made sure she had nothing else to do, and then said, "Get some rest early." He paused for a few seconds, "Don't stay up late."

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　　Jing Zhao was so restrained, so restrained that I couldn't imagine the way he took off his clothes, so I felt like he could weld his clothes to his body.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)