Play Nice

Chapter 88: 088

Like a conditioned reflex, he opened his eyes: "Hmm."

So nice.

People who are usually too calm and self-controlled will be very terrifying when they are obedient once in a while.

Shang Lingling's little heart was so soft that it was smashed: "Go to bed."

Jing Zhao reacted dumbly for a few seconds, sat up from the sofa, walked to the bed by himself, lifted the quilt, and slept on the left side.

Shang Lingling went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and wiped his face.He must be really sleepy, let her play with it without opening his eyes the whole time.

Isn't he afraid that she will do something?Being so undefended against her, she didn't have the slightest vigilance.

She lay beside his pillow: "Jing Zhao."

He closed his eyes and didn't wake up, but his subconscious was still there: "Well..."

The voice is low and sexy.

It's not a sweet love story, just one word.

But with just this word, Jing Zhao can paralyze the whole area of ​​Shang Lingling's brain that manages emotions.

He is a very introverted person. The more so, the more inadvertent details make people tickled. Shang Lingling wanted to commit a crime against him, but no, he would not lose his memory when he was drunk.

She resisted the bad idea of ​​trying, climbed onto the bed, leaned over with her body supported, and restrained only kissing Jing Zhao's forehead.

"Good night."

My Mr Ruby.

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Yunjiang is located in a high-altitude area, and the days are longer than ordinary cities, and it is one of the cities closest to the sun.

The sun came out early, the weather was fine, the air conditioner in the room was still on, the windows were not closed tightly, and the wind blew the curtains open to let the sun in.

When Shang Lingling woke up, the golden sunlight had spread to his feet, dyeing the snow-white quilt of the hotel.

Winter, the warm sun, the soft quilt, and the hair tips rubbing against the pillow are all in one space, like a picture scroll that makes people feel happy.

Shang Lingling stretched his waist, his hand got out of the warm quilt, and reached for the mobile phone.

It's almost nine o'clock.

She called Jing Zhao and got through quickly.

"Are you awake?" She just woke up, her voice was lazy and a little milky.

Jing Zhao said, "I'm outside."

She sat up and scratched her messy hair: "So early?"

"Ah."

"Why did you drink so much alcohol yesterday? Did they drink you?" She knew that Jing Zhao was not greedy for cups, and he was very vigilant, and seldom allowed herself to get drunk.

"No, I drank it myself."

It was not given by others, and the business leader knew that he drank because he was in a bad mood.

His friendship with the deceased reporter should be close.

"Business leader."

"Ok?"

Shang Lingling went to the window and pushed it open. The perspective on the 27th floor was very wide. He could see the blue sky and white clouds in Yunjiang, the green mountains and green seas in Yunjiang, and a pair of free and comfortable migratory birds on the telephone pole.

There was silence on the phone for a moment.

Then came Jing Zhaoqing's more calm voice: "Are you going to watch a movie at night?"

Outside is the winter cloud frontier. Before the most beautiful spring has arrived, the world of Shang Lingling has already blossomed.

She was overwhelmed with joy, and did not hear the alienation and indifference in Jing Zhao's tone.

"Okay."

"At six o'clock, I'll pick you up at the hotel."

She smiled brighter than the sun: "Yeah!"

Shang Lingling came to work in Yunjiang this time. She only brought convenient clothes, not nice clothes. She packed up and went out to buy skirts.

In the afternoon, before 05:30, she came out and waited.

Jing Zhao arrived 10 minutes early and drove the car from the tourism bureau. Shang Ling got into the co-pilot and straightened the hem of his skirt.

Yunjiang is not as cold as Hwaseong, and her skirt is wearing a base that is similar to her skin tone, a very thin layer.

Jing Zhao just glanced at her ankle: "What do you want to eat?"

"It will be all right."

Jing Zhao took her to an old restaurant that made private dishes. They went early and there were not many people in the store, so there were only a few tables.

The decoration of the store is very retro, the lights are dimmed, the tables and cabinets are all made of logs, and the photo of the store's home is hung on the wall facing the store door, and there is a cabinet next to it. There's a row of old records that look like they're not young.

After the business leader sat down, he looked around: "This store seems to have been open for a long time."

"28."

"how do you know?"

Jing Zhao gave her the menu: "I've been here before."

She pushed the menu back to him again: "I haven't been here, you order."

The good mood of Shang Lingling was all written on his face.

Unlike Jing Zhao, his emotions are hidden in his eyes, and he is always calm and restrained, making people unpredictable.

He ordered and gave the order to the waiter.

The dishes only need to be ticked, and the waiter sees a remark under the list, the font is beautiful and strong.

Don't put spicy.

Shang Lingling doesn't like spicy food, she will sweat when she eats spicy food.

Served quickly.

Jing Zhao first scooped two bowls of soup: "Have you booked a flight back to Huacheng?"

"Not yet." Shang Lingling asked him, "When will you go back?"

"Not sure yet." He gave her the soup. "Don't wait for me."

He used the word "don't", his tone was not easy to speak at all, and there was no room for negotiation.

The business leader originally wanted to wait: "Oh."

Then they eat their own meals, Jing Zhao is a person who does not speak or sleep.

Shang Lingling stirred the soup in the bowl and looked at him several times. She noticed that he was a little different from before.

"Jing Zhao."

"Well." Jing Zhao looked up at her.

She coughed: "I got stuck by a fishbone."

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　　I have a hunch, the three generations are one step further away.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)