Play Nice

Chapter 143 143: Sweet little daily life (one more

He took her suitcase and said to the soliciting driver, "We don't go to the bus station."

The driver then left in annoyance.

The business leader tiptoed off the snow from Jing Zhao's shoulder: "Why are you here?"

Jing Zhao said, "I'll pick you up."

She was very happy, smiled, and the corners of her eyes were curved: "There is still a long way to go."

He had to transfer several trains, and it was too far for him to pick up someone, and it took a long time to go back and forth.

"Do you want to eat something first?"

There is still a long way to go, and business leaders didn't want to waste time, so they looked around: "There are roasted sweet potatoes there, just buy some."

Jing Zhao went to buy roasted sweet potatoes and hot drinks, and asked her if she wanted anything else, she said no.He took her to the side of the road, put down the box, and stopped a taxi. The driver saw that there was luggage and was ready to get off.

Jing Zhao said, "No need to come down."

He asked the business leader to get into the car and put the suitcase in the trunk before he sat in, with the umbrella at his feet.

The driver asked where to go.

"Go to the Blue City Passenger Station."

The driver turned to the front and turned around.

"Collar, give me the bag."

Shang Lingling gave Jing Zhao the bag of sweet potatoes, he took out one, wrapped it in paper and peeled it.

"Jing Zhao."

He looked up: "Huh?"

The business leader quickly kissed him on the lips.

Jing Zhao glanced at the main driver.

The driver is concentrating on driving.

Jing Zhao put the unpeeled sweet potatoes aside, leaned his head down, kissed Shang Ling's lips, and stayed for a few seconds before backing away.

She put the warm drink on her lap, reached into his clothes, grabbed his sweater, and pulled him back.

"Jing Zhao, don't do this." She leaned into his ear and said, "The kind you want to make a sound."

I don't know where I learned it from, I dare to say anything.

Jing Zhao held her hand, glanced at the main driver subconsciously, and suppressed his voice: "Shang Lingling." He reminded, "It's outside."

Without teasing, his ears turned red.

Shang Lingling bit the straw of the drink and laughed out of his eyes.

Maybe because of the weekend, there are a lot of people at the passenger station, and there is a long queue at the ticket office.

Jing Zhao held Shang Lingling and didn't let go. When they were in line, he put down the box and hung the umbrella on the box: "Lingling, give me the ID card."

The business leader sat on the suitcase, found the ID card from the bag, and gave it to Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao put one foot on the roller of the suitcase to prevent the suitcase from rolling away. He leaned over, said hello, and put his ID card and cash under the window: "Two for Hexian."

The female conductor acted very quickly, and the ticket was issued in a few tens of seconds: "Take the train at 16:[-], and check the ticket at the No. [-] ticket gate."

When the female conductor looked up at Jing Zhao, her gaze stayed for a few seconds.

"Thank you."

Jing Zhao put away the change and the ticket, and returned the ID card to the business leader.

Shang Lingling jumped off the suitcase and asked with a smile, "Does your girlfriend's ID photo look good?"

"Ah."

Jing Zhao pulled the box and his girlfriend and went to the entrance.

Shang Lingling pulled out his hand and asked for it, "Show me yours."

Jing Zhao gave her his ID card.

The birthday on his ID card is 1112. Ms. Lu told her before that it was 1112 in the lunar calendar.

There is one thing that the business leader has not figured out. Jing Zhao was picked up by Ms. Lu, and Jing Zhao can't remember the past. How did Ms. Lu know about Jing Zhao's real birthday?Just by coincidence?

The business leader took back his thoughts and put the two ID cards together: "Look at Jing Zhao, we are a good match."

Jing Zhao looked at it, then put away his own: "It's done, don't drop it."

"Oh." Shang Lingling put her ID card back in the bag, "Then you say, do we deserve it?"

Jing Zhao hummed and put the suitcase on the conveyor belt for security check.

There are still more than ten minutes before the departure time, and many people in the waiting room are waiting for the bus, which is noisy.When they walked near the NO.16 ticket gate, someone just got up, and the seats in the first row were vacant.

The business leader sat down and said, "How long will it take?"

Jing Zhao said, "If you hurry, two and a half hours."

The business leader put the bag on the back: "I'll go to the bathroom."

She had just left when He Jiang called.

"Mr. Jing, have you received Miss Shang?"

Jing Zhao looked in the direction of the bathroom: "Well."

He Jiang asked on the phone, "Can I come back for dinner tonight?" Teacher Jing went out early today.

"It should be late."

A couple in front came over, a woman with two and a half-year-old children and luggage in her hand, a man with two bowls of instant noodles, looking for a seat.

Jing Zhao hung up the phone, got up and vacated his seat, pulled his suitcase, and waited in the bathroom.

As soon as the business leader came out, he saw Jing Zhao.

"Have the check-in started?"

Jing Zhao looked at his watch, it was the old watch he had been wearing all the time: "There are still 3 minutes."

Shang Lingling saw that someone was sitting in the seat they had just sat: "Let's go to the ticket gate and wait."

"Ah."

There is already a line up there.

After checking the ticket and getting on the train, it's 3:[-], and there are [-] minutes left for departure.

Jing Zhao put away his luggage and let the business leader sit on the inside. He sat outside, and people came in and out of the aisle.

"Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Shang Lingling got up early in the morning, she nodded, a little sleepy.

Jing Zhao sat lower and let her lean against him.

Because the weather was too cold and the road was icy, the car drove very slowly. 34 The car was full, the car was a bit noisy, Shang Lingling didn't sleep well, he was always half asleep and half awake, and he didn't know how long it had been in a trance.

After getting off the expressway, the car stopped and went, and some passengers got off one after another.

The final stop is the bus station in Hexian.

"Leader."

Shang Lingling quickly opened his eyes: "Are you there yet?"

Jing Zhao's shoulders were a little numb, and he sat still: "We've arrived in Hexian, and we have to transfer the car again to go to the town."

She was a little sleepy, and Jing Zhao took her out of the car and changed to a smaller passenger car.

That kind of car called by the county city management is called a shuttle bus, and it can only take a dozen people.The road has been in disrepair for a long time, and the road surface is uneven and bumpy.

The business leader leaned on Jing Zhao, and he was in a sullen mood.

Jing Zhao touched her forehead with his hand, not having a fever: "Is it motion sickness?"

Shang Lingling has never been on this kind of passenger transport.

"A little."

She half-squinted her eyes, was dizzy, and had a little pantothenic acid in her stomach.She simply closed her eyes and planned to sleep, but she couldn't.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes: "What are you doing?"

Jing Zhao held her hand and pressed the tiger's mouth for her: "It's said on the Internet that this is the way to cure motion sickness."

The Internet is not reliable, and she is still dizzy.

Jing Zhao regretted it a little and let her come over to suffer.

"Jing Zhao."

"Ah."

The little girl who had tilted her head and was listless suddenly sat up straight and wiped off the water vapor from the car window with her sleeves, and the blurred scenery outside the window became clear in an instant.Outside the car window, goose feather snow was flying, a silver-clad mountain was in the distance, and a frozen lake was nearby.

"Look, it's snowing!"

She smiled.

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　　I used to work outside, and it was like this when I got home, take the train - transfer - transfer - transfer.I don't lack such a route, but I lack a treasure.

　　
　
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