Play Nice

Chapter 69 069: The little witch's hand is doing evil to the beauty (five more)
"You are Ms. Lu's precious tenant."

"..."

All the charms vanished in an instant.

He wrapped a bandage on her hand: "Okay." Then let go and didn't touch her again.

Ms. Lu's very precious tenant didn't want to pay attention to him, and threw an angry look at him, his eyes were still animated: [very angry] GIF
Jing Zhao put the blood-stained handkerchief into the pocket of his coat, wiped the tip of the umbrella with a bandage, and then threw it into a plastic bag, tying the bag carefully to prevent the used disinfectant from leaking out.He pushed open the door, got out of the car, threw away the medical waste, and said to the driver, "It's time to go."

The driver got into the car.

Jing Zhao stood outside and hesitated for a few seconds, then bypassed the co-pilot and went to the back seat.

The business leader took a seat inside, but there were not many: "I can drive, why do you call me a chauffeur?"

"I don't trust your driving skills."

"..."

Ms. Lu's very precious tenant threw an angry look at Jing Zhao again.

The car started and went straight to the main road and onto the expressway.

The window on Shang Lingling's side was open, and Jing Zhao said, "Close the window."

She ignores people.

"Business leader."

He always called her by her first name and surname. She has been in Xingyue Mansion for so long, and she has used 36 tricks. She didn't even remove the surname Shang. Only in the Year of the Monkey can she follow his surname Jing.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

"I'm thinking about life." She was angry.

"Close the window."

She persisted for three seconds seriously: "...Oh."

The seven years she spent in Hwaseong, she really raised her bones, she was so unsatisfactory, she hated herself.

She turned her head away, and her last stubbornness was not to look at Jing Zhao.The window of the car was going to be against her, and Jing Zhao's face was reflected on it, with only half of the outline.

He smiled.

He rarely smiles.

He looked at the front, so he couldn't see Shang Lingling's hot eyes, staring at him on the car window.I want to lock him up, laugh at her every day, just show her.

Here again, this neurotic thought.

Shang Lingling opened a slit in the car window, and any slight wind came in, making her sober: "Mr. Driver, drive slowly."

The driver is already driving very slowly.

Jing Zhao asked, "Uncomfortable?"

"No, your mother said, let's drive slower when we go back." She wanted to stay with him longer.

He hummed and said to the driver, "Trouble."

Anyway, Mr. Driver just likes to listen to him very much, and his body and mind are at ease: "No trouble."

Cars that were not fast drive even slower.

It was too quiet in the car, and the business leader found a topic to talk about: "I went to take pictures today. Teacher Zhou said that I am expressive and take pictures very naturally."

Jing Zhao hummed, indicating that he was listening.

"She said it looked good, but if it was black and white it would have been better."

Jing Zhao is good at film photography, and most of his award-winning works are black and white photos developed in a traditional darkroom.

The implication is obvious.

Shang Lingling didn't plan to hide her Sima Zhao's heart for a long time: "She also said that you are the best player in the industry when you play with film cameras."

Jing Zhao did not deny it.

"Jing Zhao."

Jing Zhao didn't talk much, but when the business leader called him, he would respond: "Yeah."

"If you owe me a favor in the future, take pictures for me."

Jing Zhao didn't answer quickly, and the carriage was quiet for a moment.

"it is good."

She added: "I choose the style."

"it is good."

"You have to take pictures if you wear less."

Jing Zhao glanced at the main driver: "Well."

The driver has nothing else to focus on, and he looks at his nose and heart.

The business leader asked for a lot of money, and he couldn't close his mouth with a smile: "Why are you so good at talking today?"

Is it just because of drinking?

If only he could talk like this every day, then she would soon be able to give him the surname Jing, or give him alcohol, take him to get a certificate, or soak him in a bathtub full of red wine and do all kinds of bad things...

The thoughts in her head were getting more and more dangerous.

Jing recalled her: "You talk a lot today."

She sat on her side, facing his side: "Because I'm in a good mood." She wanted to press him for joy.

Ah, what a coaxing little devil she is!A little sugar can be sweet for a long time.

Jing Zhao stopped talking and closed his eyes.

The driver in front of him glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time, just in time to catch the look of the little girl in the back seat.

What happened, the back of his neck froze.

The driver straightened his back, pretended not to take a peek, and drove seriously.

The business leader was sneaking a glance, recklessly.

"Business leader."

"exist."

Jing Zhao didn't open his eyes: "Don't keep staring at me."

Shang Lingling sat down a little longer, the clothes pressed against his clothes, she refused to admit: "I don't."

She leaned forward like a pervert, wanting to smell his neck.

Jing Zhao opened his eyes and met her gaze.

She touched her nose, sat back, put the monster in her heart back in the cage, and put on her honest expression again.

"It will take a long time to arrive, you sleep."

"Oh."

As clever as her business fairy: "Then I'm sleeping."

She closed her eyes and went to smell him in her dream.

After thinking, thinking, and dreaming, she saw the boy, the rouge flowers and sunflowers in the yard, and the ivy vines that climbed the walls.

"Brother Jing Zhao."

She sat on the swing with her toes on tiptoe, and her skirt swayed with the swing: "Apart from the camera, do you have anything else you like?"

The teenager raised his head and was photographing the sun: "Mountains, rivers, stars, sunrise."

And the moon he didn't say.

"You can't buy these." She got off the swing, "Then don't I want to give you a world?"

"What about you?" He turned around and let her into the camera, "Apart from rubies, is there anything else you like?"

She blurted out, "You."

"except me."

She thought for a while: "Then there is no more." She stretched out her arms to hug him, raised her face, and smiled brightly, "Does it count if I like you to hug me, kiss me, and sleep with me?"

The boy was not as straightforward and explicit as her, and looked away unnaturally: "It doesn't count."

"I think it counts."

She stood on tiptoe and kissed her boy.

The camera fell to the ground.

The boy in the sunshine bowed his head obediently, told her to lead the collar, told her not to move, and told her to be obedient.

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　　Finished today.

　　Subsequent update time: the first update at 08:30 in the morning and the second update at 06:30 in the afternoon.

　　
　
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