Play Nice

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Leading the Cause of Father's Death, Zhao Bao's Background (Part [-])

After that, Jing Zhao controlled the rhythm.

Like all ordinary couples, they also talked about simple and ordinary love.

Shang Lingling will accompany Jing Zhao to class when he has nothing to do.Once, she entered the classroom in the middle of class and sat in the last row secretly. The old professor had sharp eyes and saw that she was late, so he specially asked her to stand up and answer questions.

The old professor was very talkative and humorous.

The business leader admitted generously: "I don't know this question, I'm here to take my boyfriend's class."

The old professor smiled kindly: "Who is your boyfriend? Hurry up and help your girlfriend answer."

All the students in the classroom looked at me, I looked at you, and then Jing Zhao, who was sitting in the third row, stood up and answered the old professor's question fluently and accurately.

After class, a buddy who was playing ball came to ask Jing Zhao, "Is it really your girlfriend?"

"Ah."

Jing Zhao turned his head and waved to the business leader behind him, motioning her to sit down.

This buddy who played together recognized Shang Lingling. Didn't Shang Lingling often come to "audit" before.

"Then what," the buddy asked in a low voice, "isn't she a high school student?"

"Recommended." Jing Zhao's voice was not too loud or too small, and he did not deliberately avoid anyone, "Imperial Capital University, Department of Medicine."

Jing Zhao has always kept a low profile, and doesn't have much contact with his classmates in private.He is so low-key, but the fact that he made a walk-in girlfriend let the whole profession know.

Shang Lingling has completed all the formalities for escort, and she doesn't need to go to school anymore. She will return to the imperial capital occasionally, but most of the time she stays in Hwaseong. Jing Zhao never asks about her family and background.

On Friday, she said she would return to the capital for a few days.

On Saturday, Jing Zhao answered her call on the subway.

"Where are you now?"

She just asked where Jing Zhao was on WeChat, and Jing Zhao said he was on the subway.

"It's almost there."

"I'll be waiting for you at the drop-off stop."

When he arrived at the station immediately, Jing Zhao hung up the phone.

There was a girl sitting next to him. The girl looked towards the door frequently, her sitting posture was very stiff, her legs were slightly touching the chair, and she was not sitting firmly.

The subway arrived at the station and stopped slowly. Jing Zhao got up and got off, leaving his coat on the seat.

The girl opened her mouth and swallowed it back.

Outside the carriage, a business leader in a sapphire blue dress led the charge and rushed into Jing Zhao's arms.

She shouted happily, "Brother Jingzhao!"

The door was now closed.

The girl in the car picked up her coat and wrapped it around her waist to hide the menstrual blood on her skirt.

She stood up, looked outside the carriage, and whispered, "Thank you."

But no one heard.

The subway has already left, and now is the rush hour for commuting, and there are many people coming and going.

Shang Ling took Jing Zhao's hand and walked towards the exit together.

"Didn't you say you want to stay in the capital for a few days?"

The business leader said, "The emperor didn't care, so he came back."

When you leave the subway entrance, you have to take the bus. There are many people waiting for the bus near the stop sign. It is summer, and it will be very hot when there are many people. Business leaders do not like places with many people.

"Why don't you drive the car I sent you?"

Her cars are worth a fortune.

Jing Zhao said: "Not suitable."

The car is coming.

There were not many people in the car, Jing Zhao and Shang Lingling sat in the last row, the windows were open, and the wind blowing in was hot.

"I want to go to the hospital tomorrow."

Shang Lingling took out a wet towel, wiped his hands, looked around, there was no place to throw garbage.

She said, "You can go if you want, don't tell me specifically."

"give me."

"Oh."

She gave the garbage to Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao put the garbage into the outermost compartment of the camera bag.

Grandma Hong had a kidney transplant last week at Shenming Hospital in the Imperial Capital. Because of her old age, her recovery was not very good.

Grandma Hong seemed to know something. Taking advantage of the business leader's lead out, she asked Jing Zhao alone, "You and Xiaoshang..."

Grandma Hong didn't know how to speak properly.

Jing Zhao only said, "I'm dating her."

Grandma Hong sighed: "I drag you down."

He shook his head: "Don't think too much, take good care of yourself."

Grandma Hong still sighed.

Jing Zhao answered the phone and went to the bathroom.

The person over the phone asked him, "Have you seen Yang Kangnian?"

"No."

"Will also went to the Empire, it's not safe anymore, you can go back to Vigaranka."

Jing Zhao was silent for a long time, then said, "I have a few."

A very young face was reflected on the door, with a deep and smooth outline, long eyelashes, a youthful air between his brows, and a resolute and calm energy.

It was the driver of Shang Lingling who drove back.

Jing Zhao and Shang Lingling sat in the back.

"what happened to you?"

Jing Zhao raised his head: "Huh?"

"You haven't spoken since you came out of the hospital." Shang Ling gave a very harmless face, but as long as he pressed his eyebrows a little, the aggression in his bones came out, "Are you still blaming me for taking advantage of it? Grandma Hong is forcing you?"

After dating, it was the first time she spoke about this issue.

They developed naturally, and because Jing Zhao cooperated so well, she almost forgot that they started with a transaction.

"No."

He is young and mature, and his mind is not easy to guess at all. Except when he is making out, he will show a bit of unskilled embarrassment, and many other business leaders can't understand him.

"Then why are you unhappy?"

"I'm not unhappy, I'm just thinking about something."

Shang Lingling wanted to read him and understand him better: "Can't you tell me?"

Jing Zhao shook his head.

Shangling has secrets, and so does he.

On June 20th, Shang Ling led back to the imperial capital, and Jing Zhao received a call from her in the afternoon.

She had never been so low, even a little helpless, she asked him: "Can you come to the imperial capital to pick me up?"

Jing Zhao still has classes in the afternoon.

"Okay, give me the address."

Shang Lingling gave the address of the Dilu Mansion, which is the most expensive place in the imperial capital, and the people living in it are all the top aristocratic families and wealthy families in the imperial capital.

Jing Zhao couldn't get in, so he waited outside.

There were two girls passing by, dressed in unusual clothes.

"I passed by the business just now, and I heard being beaten and beaten inside. Eighty percent of the time it was the little witch from the business leader who was going crazy."

This is the one with long hair.

Another with short hair: "Do you think she is sick?"

"It is estimated that I heard from my mother that Shang Ling's father was ill, otherwise he would not have put his wife in a cage."

The girl with long hair is holding the girl with short hair, they are not very old, they are holding a parasol.

"I also heard that Shang Lingling's father died because of Shang Lingling."

The short-haired one asked, "Didn't you say suicide?"

The long-haired one said, "It's not suicide, do you remember that Shang Lingling disappeared for a while four years ago."

The short-haired nodded and said remember.

"She was kidnapped, and her father went to redeem her and was burned to death by the kidnappers."

"You deserve it, two psychopaths."

As soon as the short-haired girl finished speaking, a brick hit her feet.

Then came a curse word.

"Damn, who are you talking about?"

It was the youngest son of the Fang family who cursed.

I heard that he was very close to the business leader when he was a child.

The youngest son of the Fang family has a bad reputation. He is the most troublesome second-generation ancestor of the Imperial Law Mansion. The short-haired girl disliked him at first: "Fang Luming, are you sick?"

Fang Luming was wearing floral shorts, a pair of flip-flops under his feet, and a small wool roll, and he walked like a hooligan in his pockets.

"Every day I say that this is sick and that is sick. I see that you are sick. My family runs a hospital. I will give you a discount and come and see it another day." Fang Luming's mouth was over the business collar collar, "You look like a person. Human, with a mouth that can bark better than a dog."

The girl blushed with anger: "Fang Luming!"

Fang Luming stretched out his hand and hooked his index finger: "Come on, come and bite your grandpa!"

Does Fang Luming hate business leaders?Also annoying.scold her?also scold.

But he couldn't listen to anyone scolding him.

The short-haired girl jumped up and down, chasing after Fang Luming.

The long-haired girl suddenly shouted: "Feifei!"

It was the business leader who brought it out.

The Imperial Mansion had a bunch of bad words about the business leaders, but no one dared to say in front of her that the short-haired girl named Feifei stopped fighting, and the long-haired companion hurried away.

Shang Lingling came out of the mansion and went straight to Jing Zhao: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

He stood beside the stone lion at the door: "It didn't take long."

Fang Luming had one foot in the mansion, one foot had already stepped out, and he was looking in the direction of Shang Lingling and Jing Zhao.

Shang Lingling suddenly turned around, his voice was sweet and his eyes were cold: "Don't go to my grandpa's place to talk nonsense."

Fang Luming snorted and flicked his little curly hair: "I'm not familiar with you."

He walked into the mansion with the attitude of an old man, but he turned his head a few times on the way, sneaking glances at Jing Zhao up and down.

He murmured in his heart: Tsk, how old are you, you will raise boys outside.

Jing Zhao came by car. Last time, he said that the car was not suitable, so Shang Lingling bought a very cheap scooter.

She likes to wear skirts, red and navy blue dresses the most.

She was wearing a black dress today, and she was not wearing her favorite ruby. She was gloomy and gloomy.

"Today is my father's memorial day." She said suddenly.

Jing Zhao stopped the car.

The car is on the bridge, and below the bridge is the river, there is wind, and the water waves are rolling.

She looked outside, as if she was talking to herself: "In a few days, it will be my mother's memorial day."

Her mother only outlived her father by seven days.

"Brother Jing Zhao," she turned to look at Jing Zhao, her eyes were red, "I am very sad today, can you say something nice to coax me."

After all, she is just a little girl, no matter how good at "biting", no matter how witch she is, she is still just a little girl.

She will cry too.

"What do you want to hear?"

She sniffed, sad and sad: "Just say, our collar is the most beautiful."

Jing Zhao looked into her eyes and said slowly, "We have the most beautiful collars."

She lowered her head, unwilling to let others see her weak appearance: "this is my dad's favorite thing to say."

After that, no one said "we lead the lead" again.

Jing Zhao held her face and asked her to raise her head. He wiped away her tears: "Our collar is the most beautiful."

She grabbed his hand, clenched it tightly, put her chin on it, and rubbed against his palm, in a gesture of complete dependence.

"Brother Jing Zhao, do you still remember that you rescued a girl in Vijaranka?"

"remember."

"It's me," she said.

"Ok, I know."

Jing Zhao met 14-year-old Shang Lingling, and she even gave him a ruby ​​in Vijaranka.

In Heyuan Town, when the street lights were being repaired, they all recognized each other at a glance.

(Someone asked, 19-year-old Jing Zhao refused at the beginning, but why he doted on Lingling later? I can only say that the story is not finished yet, and Jing Zhao’s perspective and background have not yet come out. What happened after the 14-year-old Lingling Can write, 25-year-old Jing Zhao has amnesia or not, will write later.)
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