Play Nice

Chapter 9 009: Hong Niang Ms. Lu (one more)
He said: "You have exchanged gems for me, and the camera is now yours."

After saying that, he went upstairs.

Shang Lingling raised his head and looked at his shadow on the ground.

Inside, Ms. Lu Changan and Jing Hedong were washing fruit in the kitchen.

Jing Hedong looked out first, and saw that there was no talent in the living room to ask his wife in private, "What were you doing at the dinner table just now?"

Madam Lu put on her new manicure and peeled the grapes: "Nothing."

"It was the first time that a girl came to visit the house and asked if it was inappropriate."

The manicure was inconvenient for peeling grapes, so she threw it on the plate: "I just asked a few household questions, what's inappropriate."

Jing Hedong turned off the faucet, washed his hands, and peeled the grapes for his wife: "I don't know you yet, you just want to match the girl because she looks good, right?"

The intent is simply not too obvious.

"Don't you think she is a good fit for our family's treasures?"

"Where is it suitable? You don't even know what other girls do."

"Yeah, I forgot to ask." But Ms. Lu didn't care, her mind was full of pictures of two beautiful people hugging each other for three years, "It doesn't matter what you do, they look right, the children born That's so pretty."

Jing Hedong fed the peeled grapes to his wife's mouth: "Just look at your face."

Ms. Lu ate the grapes and slapped his hand away: "How can I look at your face, if I look at your face, can I fall in love with you?"

Jinghe Dong, who is 1.8 meters seven and as strong as a bear: "..."

In a cartoon about Er Xiong Zhidou cutting down trees and bald heads, the protagonist looks like he drew it.

Therefore, it was a miracle that the second Princess Lu was able to see Jinghedong as a poor bodyguard.

"Our family Jingzhao is only 26, what are you in such a hurry for?"

Ms. Lu was so anxious that she glared at people: "Can I not be in a hurry? He looks like that, but a girl doesn't talk about it, and he runs abroad every three days. Every time he comes back, he is injured. Which photographer is like him, It's a knife wound and a gunshot wound, and I don't know what he's doing outside, can I be in a hurry? I'm afraid he won't come back one day after he leaves like this."

Jing Zhao's temperament is that he swallows everything by himself and doesn't say anything.

He is like a gust of wind, no one can keep him, and even Ms. Lu doesn't see him a few times throughout the year.

Jing Hedong comforted his wife: "Don't think too much, didn't your son say it, he went to a war-torn country to shoot the battlefield."

"Can I think about it? He didn't tell me anything." Ms. Lu is not the kind of person who is in a hurry to hold her grandson, but she has no choice. "I just want him to settle down earlier so that his wife can take care of it. Let him go nowhere."

Jing Hedong continued to feed his wife grapes.

Ms. Lu pushed his hand away: "Did you just educate me?"

How could Jing Hedong educate his wife, he didn't have the guts: "No, I just remind you."

Spoiled women are unreasonable: "You are."

Jing Hedong surrendered in seconds: "Okay, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Ms. Lu Changan snorted, ignoring him, and returned to the living room with the grapes.

Just a business leader and a person.

"Lingling, when will your things be moved?"

The business leader said, "Tomorrow afternoon."

"Can you move alone?"

"I found a moving company."

Lu Changan sat next to Shang Lingling: "By the way, what do you do, Lingling?"

The business leader looked away, suddenly embarrassed.

Ms. Lu looked at her in a dilemma: "Is it inconvenient to say?"

She shook her head, struggled for a while, but confessed: "I'm a cosmetologist and I work in a funeral home."

People who work in funeral homes don't take the initiative to say what they do.

Although it is an era of civilization, some superstitions are still deeply rooted. Although the funeral industry is not discriminated against, it is indeed not liked by people.

Madam Lu was stunned.

The business leader bowed his head and was very disappointed: "If you don't think it's appropriate for me to live here—"

Ms. Lu immediately said: "What's wrong, I just didn't expect you to be so good at leading you. You can't do your work by ordinary people, and all you can do are amazing people."

The business leader raised his head suddenly, his eyes sparkling: "Don't you feel bad?"

"What's wrong, who won't die."

Business leaders have encountered very exaggerated landlords and threw red beans and salt directly at her.

She said thank you with red eyes.

Ms. Lu looked distressed, thinking that this girl must have suffered a lot of grievances for this job.

On Tuesday, Jingjian went back to school.

Jing Zhao went out in the morning and went to the studio. The address was an old alley.

　Babies, the typo has not been corrected yet, my mother called me to eat.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)