Play Nice

Chapter 93 093: Look at the light (one more)
Shang Lingling's initial plan was to fully understand before starting. Because of one person, she changed her plan.

On that day, she secretly followed Jing Zhao like a shadow.

He entered a building and came out after a long time, followed by a girl.

"Jing Zhao."

The girl was wearing a bright yellow dress, standing under the street lamp, with gentle eyes: "Don't take my parents' words to heart."

Jing Zhao took out a pen and paper and wrote a string of numbers to her.

The eyes of the business leader in the car gradually changed, like a storm suddenly encountered on a calm sea, and the waves began to surge.

Jing Zhao was often accosted by people, and it was impossible to count the people who were seen by Shang Lingling, but this girl was the only one who let Jing Zhao leave her number.

The position of the business collar collar can only see the side face of the girl, she is dressed like a sunflower, how to describe that appearance?Like herbivores, it looks docile.But this herbivorous animal is a different existence in Jingzhao. This cognition made the business leaders feel a sense of crisis, and she couldn't wait any longer.

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In April, the city is full of fragrant beauty, and it is the most comfortable season of the year in Huacheng.Jingjia Village is located in Heyuan Town, Huacheng. There are only a few dozen households in the whole village. It is surrounded by mountains and has inconvenient transportation.

It had just rained heavily, the weather was sweltering, and the fish in the pond were popping up.Many children gathered around the pond to watch the adults fish.

The grass carp has the most, and the size is also large.

Jing Zhao helped collect the fishing nets and went home.

"Jing Zhao."

Aunt Qi from the village ran after him and stopped him.

"Jing Zhao." Aunt Qi carried a bag of fish, "Take these fish back, I have already let your uncle slaughter them, the fish head can be stewed in soup, and if you can't finish the fish, let you milk it. Take it to dry."

He took the fish and said hello.

His home is at the end of the village. It is a small one-story bungalow with a large yard. The well house and the stove room are built separately in the yard.

Next door is the village chief's house, which is a two-story bungalow.

"Wang!"

"Wang Wang!"

People are still far away, Wangcai began to cry like a joy.

The village chief's wife was picking vegetables in the yard and said to the younger son, who was biting his pen, "Your brother Jingzhao is back. If you don't understand, go and ask."

The youngest son of the village chief's family is Xiaopeng, who is in the second grade of elementary school.

He picked up the workbook and ran out: "Brother Jingzhao!"

Wang Cai also rushed out: "Wang!"

Jing Zhao carried a bag of fish and hung his raincoat on his arm: "Is there another question?"

Xiaopeng is a cute little fat man: "Yeah!"

Wang Cai was fed by the village chief with a round head and a fat hip: "Wang!"

Jing Zhao had just caught the fish, and he was still covered in mud. He was afraid that the children's workbook would be dirty. He took a few steps back and said, "I'll go wash my hands first."

He entered the yard, put down what was in his hand, and walked straight to the well house.The door of the well house was closed, he held the doorknob, twisted it lightly, and the door opened.

He pushed open the door, and caught off guard, the naked girl came into view along with the lingering mist.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned around abruptly and slammed the door shut.

The air that had rained was very humid, with the heat of summer coming, and in front of the well house door, there was a young man standing blankly.

"Brother Jingzhao," Xiaopeng urged, "Have you washed your hands?"

Jing Zhao didn't move, and after a while, the soft and sweet voice of a girl came from behind.

"Brother Jing Zhao?"

Shang Ling Ling walked out with wet hair, his trouser legs were pulled together, and his exposed calf looked like a tender lotus root: "Which one is calling?"

Seeing that she was a beautiful sister, Xiaopeng said excitedly, "The call of the call."

Prosperous wealth can't see strangers, and fiercely: "Wang!"

There was a thunderstorm half an hour ago, and the little girl without an umbrella was drenched in soup and huddled under the eaves outside the yard to hide from the rain.

The kind-hearted grandma Hong led the chicken into the house.

Shang Lingling is this chicken, and she thinks she may be more like a weasel.

Grandma Hong came out of the kitchen at this time and saw Jing recalled: "Xiao Zhao, the door of the well house is broken, you can fix it later."

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　　Morning
　　
　
(End of this chapter)