Play Nice

Chapter 179 179: The leader coaxes Teacher Jing, Master Cen's secret
At the exit of the Studio City, an expensive but low-key white private car was parked, with a nanny car beside it.

Ji Liaoliao got off the nanny's car and got into the private car. In the next 10 minutes, she only did one thing - complaining, saying why the assistant didn't understand the rules, saying why Chen Yedu didn't give face, saying How can I be wronged, how can I be wronged.

Lu Changyou frowned slightly: "Okay."

Ji Liaoliao then closed his mouth.

Regarding her being kicked out of the crew, Lu Changyou didn't take the initiative to ask, and only instructed: "This matter is here, it's almost the end of the year, there are many things in the company, your brother is very busy, don't bother him."

Ji Liaoliao pouted, very unwilling: "Then what about my character?"

"You just debuted, what's the hurry?"

You could hear Lu Changyou's displeased tone.

Usually Lu Changyou treats Ji Liaoliao well, but she will not be too indulgent. She is always decent, generous, and moderate in advance and retreat. But there is a layer of alienation that is invisible and intangible.

"I'm not in a hurry." Ji Liaoliao took her hand and tried to act coquettishly, "Although Chen Yedu is not a good person, the movies he made are very famous, and other directors are a little less interesting."

"Who can you blame, you don't have a good grasp of it yourself."

Ji Liaoliao defended himself angrily: "It's all to blame for that assistant!"

Lu Changyou raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were a little reproachful, and he didn't agree with her being so petty.

Ji Liaoliao just closed his mouth and stopped complaining.

Lu Changyou said to the driver, "Let's go."

The car started slowly, Lu Changyou wanted to close the window, but when he turned his head, his eyes met a pair of eyes outside the window.

"mom."

Ji Liaoliao wanted to share the new dress sent by her agent with Lu Changyou, but found that she was looking outside, distracted.

Ji Liaoliao followed to look outside: "Mom, what are you looking at?"

Lu Changyou came back to his senses: "Nothing."

She closed the car window.

It was a pair of eyes that made her very uncomfortable.

"Jing Zhao!"

Shang Lingling was standing on the road opposite the film and television city, waving at Jingzhao.

Jing Zhao retracted his gaze from the white private car and walked to Shang Lingling, seeing that her face was red from the wind, and she didn't know how long she had been waiting by the roadside.

"Didn't I tell you to wait at home?"

Jing Zhao said on the phone that he would be back in about four or ten minutes.

Shang Lingling hung up the phone and couldn't sit still, so she came to pick him up. She didn't dare to enter the film and television city, for fear of meeting acquaintances, she simply waited silly on the road.

The woolen hat was about to block the eyelashes, and Shang Lingling pulled the hat up and said with a smile, "I'm very busy anyway."

It's almost the end of the year, the emperor is very cold, and the business collar collar is super warm, the off-white down jacket is bulging, and she wears all the hats, scarves, gloves, and earmuffs. I don't know if it is because Jing Zhao read it all winter It is necessary to wear more. Now that the business collar is used to wrapping itself into a bloated penguin, it is impossible to imagine the scene of wearing a bare waist and bottoming in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month.

Sure enough, from frugality to luxury is easy, but from luxury to frugality is extremely difficult.

There was no rain or snow, but the wind was strong. Jing Zhao opened his umbrella to keep out the wind, and led the business leader to the sidewalk with few people.

"Did you drive here?"

"No." Shang Lingling said, "I came by car."

Jing Zhao's car was parked far away, and he had to walk for a while.

He was silent on the way.

When he has emotions, he doesn't like to frown or show his emotions on his face, but he has a little habit. When he has something on his mind, he will look straight at one place, and now he is looking at the ginkgo tree in front of him. .

"Jing Zhao."

"Ah."

Shang Lingling took off the gloves and hooked his little finger: "What's the matter with you?"

There was nothing unusual on his face, as calm and calm as usual: "What's wrong?"

"You don't seem happy."

"No." He stepped on the leaves, his steps lighter than before, "It's a little cold."

Fallen leaves all over the place.

Ginkgo trees were devastated by winter.

Shang Lingling took off his scarf and put it on Jing Zhao's neck on tiptoe.

"When I just came over, I saw a roasted sweet potato seller on the side of the road." She hugged Jing Zhao's arm, swayed back and forth, and acted coquettishly and softly, "Jing Zhao, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes. "

If Jing Zhao's temperament could be more outspoken, he would definitely tell Shang Lingling that he liked her coquettishly very, very much, and liked her soft and begging appearance when he was bullied by him in his mind.He had never told her that he sometimes had some very rebellious and crazy ideas.

Perhaps, there will be a beast in everyone's heart.

Jing Zhao put the scarf back on Shang Ling Ling's neck and led her to buy roasted sweet potatoes.

The seller of roasted sweet potatoes was an old man with white temples. He had a hunched back, his thin body was wrapped in a heavy cotton coat, and he was wearing an old-fashioned beret, the rim of which had come off the thread.

Shang Lingling asked sweetly, "Old man, how do you sell roasted sweet potatoes?"

The old man rubbed his frostbite hand: "Six dollars each."

"I want three fresh ones."

Shang Lingling also ordered a large glass of hot brown sugar Sydney water.The brown sugar Sydney water is boiled by the old man himself. It looks very thick. It should be boiled for a long time, and the color is not clear.

Jing Zhao scanned the code and paid.

Shang Ling took a sweet potato in his hand to eat, and put the rest in an oil-paper bag, along with the cup of hot brown sugar Sydney water, and let Jing Zhao hold it.

She smiled with bright eyes and white teeth. Her eyes were as hot and bright as the sun in June: "Is it still cold?"

Jing Zhao smiled and shook his head.

The sweet potato wrapped in tinfoil was hot, and the businessman peeled off the skin, took a bite, and fed it to Jing Zhao's mouth.

"Try it, it's sweet."

He took a bite, and his sense of smell, which had been failing for years, seemed to be briefly healed.

is very sweet.

Jing Zhao thought he couldn't do this kind of behavior of sharing food and saliva on the street, but he didn't. He accepted the straws handed over by the business leader, every bite of food he was fed, and even. He lowered his head and let her kiss her face.

This is so unlike him, so relaxed that he didn't even notice that there was a car following him and Shang Lingling 10 minutes ago.

The phone in my pocket rang.

Jing Zhao answered the phone, what was said on the phone, he hummed and hung up.

"Lingling, let's go faster, otherwise the supermarket may be out of food."

"Oh."

They quickly got into the car, the Bentley that Jing Zhao didn't drive often.

After the Bentley drives away—

"parking."

Shao Feng stopped the car, it was a black Cayenne.

Cen Si got out of the car and walked to the stall selling roasted sweet potatoes.

The old man asked him, "Do you want to buy sweet potatoes?"

He stood for a while, looked at Bentley in the distance a few times, and said, "Just like the girl just now."

He was wearing a formal suit, holding three sweet potatoes and a glass of brown sugar Sydney water, which was very out of place.

He got into the car.

Shao Feng sat in the main driver and didn't dare to look around: "Master Cen."

"back office."

Shao Feng restarted the car, and he saw from the rearview mirror that Master Cen peeled off the tin foil on the sweet potato, and then kept watching like that.

After a long time, Master Cen took a bite and smiled.

After laughing, there is a deep, long-lasting loneliness.

Shao Feng had never seen such a master Cen before, he didn't know how to describe it, he just thought of a very clichéd sentence that he heard from nowhere—

He is a black person, he only left a little bit of white in his heart, and put a girl in it, but no one knew it.

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　　Oops, I'm tempted by Master Cen again.

　　Second watch around 10:30

　　
　
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