Play Nice

Chapter 97 097: The King of Memories Surrenders
Shang Lingling sat on his bed: "Brother Jingzhao, do you like lions?"

His hair was still dripping from the rain and his eyes were wet: "How did you get in?"

Shang Lingling was not wearing shoes, sitting on the bed, dangling his legs, his black skirt was spread on the white sheets, the contrast of colors was extreme and clear.The skirt is very large, with one layer on top of another, and red embroidery thread is used on the lace, which unfolds like a gorgeous black rose.

"I told the landlady that I wanted to buy this place at whatever price she wanted."

She paid a deposit, and the landlady happily gave her the key.

Jing Zhao frowned. He usually treats people politely, and rarely speaks coldly like this: "I will move out as soon as possible."

Shang Lingling didn't seem to hear it, and asked himself, "Brother Jingzhao, do you know Shanghua International?"

"I know." The young man stood upright, his body rigid, "Then what?"

She looked at the preying lion on TV: "It doesn't matter where you move."

Money is a good thing, it can make a grinder push a ghost.

"So," she asked him softly, "Brother Jingzhao, do you want to go to my house?"

She didn't want to go too far, but when she spoke well, he didn't listen well.What else could she do?Ruby can be bought with only money, she thought Jing Zhao was the same.

He didn't seem to be afraid of her at all, stepped forward, leaned over and picked up the remote control that was in her hand, and turned off the TV.

"What if I don't want it?"

"Then I might do something you don't like."

The phone rang just at this moment.

Jing Zhao did not answer immediately.

The business leader urged him: "You take it."

Jing Zhao answered the phone, and it was the professor who said that there was something wrong with the exchange quota applied for and needed to be re-examined.

The sponsor of this photography exchange meeting of the Royal Academy of Sari Art is Shanghua International.In the field of private education, Shanghua International is a monopoly.

"Shang Lingling," he was also young, and seldom acted so solemnly and sternly, he said, "You can't do this."

Like an elder, teaching a child who has done wrong, saying no this, no that.

Jing Zhao was the first person to say no to the business leaders.

Carrying a long skirt, she got out of bed and stepped on the carpet: "When you become my boyfriend, take care of me."

She left the keys of the rental house: "I'll only wait for you for a week."

Jing Zhao knew the address of her house in Huacheng, and she wrote it to him when she bought a drum set.

Destiny is sometimes mysterious.

On the third day after Shang Lingling went to Jing Zhao's rental house, Jing Zhao received a call from the village chief's wife.

"Jing Zhao, come back quickly, your grandma is sick."

Grandma Hong has uremia and has been doing hemodialysis for several years, but the results are getting worse and worse.

Jing called on leave to return to Hwaseong. Grandma Hong was still in the intensive care unit. The doctor said that her kidney function was severe and she had better do a kidney transplant as soon as possible.

Kidney source is the biggest problem.

The phone rang, and Jing Zhao went outside the ward to pick it up.

"Hey."

There was a man's voice over the phone: "I found it."

Jing Zhao stood against the wall, the lamp came from the left, the shadow of the silhouette cast on the snow-white wall, it was a very young profile.He lowered his head, his eyelashes drooped quietly, and after restraining his youthful air, he showed a steadiness and calmness that did not match his age.

He asked, "Who?"

The other party said, "Yang Kangnian."

The elevator door opened now.

Jing Zhao looked up and saw the girl in a long skirt.

"Brother Jing Zhao."

He hangs up.

She came out of the elevator: "Need help?"

There is no free lunch in the world, and you have to sacrifice something to trade with the devil.

Jing Zhao said, "Yes."

In this way, the little witch took the boy home.

The boy asked the little witch, "Is there a deadline?"

She said, "No."

Time back to the present.

As a strategist who knew the whole process of this evil fate, Fang Luming felt that he should pull the girl who had "slipped" to prevent her from repeating the same mistakes.

"Don't mess around, are you still going the same way seven years ago?"

Seven years ago, she gave herself a gift - a golden cage.

Because Jing Zhao's words don't count.

They clearly made an appointment with no deadline.

"Fang Luming."

Fang Luming was a little embarrassed when she called people by their first and last names: "Why?"

The little witch seemed to be really beaten, and said something she would never say at ordinary times: "Do you hate me too?"

She used "also".

It's true that many people don't like Shang Lingling, at least people in Fang Luming's circle have hardly used good words when referring to Shang Lingling.

Her tone was so low that Fang Luming was worried when he heard it.

Fang Luming touched his conscience and said, "It's okay."

In fact, it's not that annoying. Apart from a little broken, Shang Lingling is okay. Although he is a little sick, he is surprisingly innocent in some aspects, and she has "saved" him.

Fang Luming was a jerk in high school years. In order to overwhelm the school bully from the No. 20 Middle School next door, he dated the school bully's girlfriend. In fact, he was just playing around and didn't even hold hands. In the end, the school bully brought more than [-] people to block him.

At that time, everyone loved to dye their hair, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, and more than 20 school bullies could make up all the colors of the rainbow.

Fang Luming is the same, walking at the forefront of the trend.Who is afraid of who is young and frivolous, with wine red hair, he dares to be mad: "It's too shameless, there is a kind of one-on-one match!"

The school tyrant has no seed, and together with his younger brother: "Beat me to death!"

I am grass.

Fang Luming flicked the long bangs that could cover his eyes, and planned to fight hard.Suddenly, someone whistled at the intersection.

A group of non-mainstream teenagers from middle school turned back.

There was a girl standing at the intersection, with a ball head tied, and her skirt just past her calf. She was carrying a backpack with a furry little red fox doll hanging on it.

The girl looked at the crowd of teenagers obediently and harmlessly: "What are you playing?"

It's a business leader.

The school bully rolled up his sleeves, revealing his dazzling and dazzling flower arms: "Don't mind your own business and go away."

The road in the alley is not good, there are many potholes on the ground, and the girl is afraid of getting her shoes dirty, so she carefully avoids the mud pit with her skirt.

She walked up to the teenagers: "It's no nostalgia, he," she pointed to Fang Luming, "is my grandson."

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　　Yang Kangnian is a foreshadowing, just have an impression
　　
　
(End of this chapter)