Play Nice

Chapter 182: Do you want to sleep with me for a while (two more)

In some places in Huacheng, the New Year's Day is celebrated in the morning. Ms. Lu has been in Huacheng for many years and has long since followed the local customs.

Shang Lingling was woken up by the sound of "firecrackers" in the morning. Firecrackers were banned in the city, and some residents bought balloons to act as firecrackers. Early in the morning, there was a crackling sound in the community, which was very lively.

Shang Lingling found the phone and glanced at it. Before seven o'clock, she opened WeChat and sent a message to Jing Zhao.

Business Leader: [Happy New Year]

The heating was turned on in the room, but it was not cold. Shang Lingling sat on the bed with his mobile phone, waiting for the news of Jing's recall.

Soon, Jing Zhao called.

As soon as the phone was put to his ear, the business leader heard Jing Zhao's voice.

"Leader."

Jing Zhao said, "Come here and open the door for me."

Shang Lingling was stunned for a few seconds, then kicked the quilt away: "Wait for me for 2 minutes!"

She ran to the bathroom, brushed her teeth quickly, didn't wash her face, just wiped her eyes, put on a coat and ran to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Jing Zhao stood at the door, wearing a very simple long down jacket, with dew on his shoes, a little dusty.

He hasn't returned to himself, so he has an umbrella in his hand.

Shang Lingling's eyes were bright, surprised and happy: "Why are you so early?"

Jing Zhao raised his hand and pressed the curled hair on top of her head: "Leader."

The business leader's heart beat very fast.

He set off from the imperial capital at four o'clock in the morning and stayed up all night, his voice was a little hoarse, he said, "Happy New Year."

They finished the video last night, it was already twelve o'clock, and it was less than seven o'clock now, and it would take two or three hours for the imperial capital to drive over without traffic jams.

The business leader pulled Jing Zhao into the room and closed the door: "Have you not slept all night?"

"Sleep for a while."

Shang Lingling saw the tiredness on his face, and was very distressed: "Why are you in such a hurry, didn't you tell your mother to have a small New Year's dinner in the evening?"

Jing Zhao hung the umbrella at the door of Shang Lingling's house, next to her canvas bag: "I won't come back, are you going to the imperial capital in the morning?"

She didn't coax well last night, she was still very worried, she only promised Jing Zhao not to drive out at night, but did not promise to wait at home obediently today.It was a small year again in the morning, so Jing Zhao simply came back early.

"Show me your hand."

The business leader took Jing Zhao's hand and looked at his fingers.Yesterday, she found out in the video that Jing Zhao's finger was scratched. When he beat someone, he was scratched by Gu Chengfeng's cufflinks. It was not serious, but the skin was broken.

Shang Lingling pouted and blew Jingzhao's hand: "Why beat someone?"

"That man's mouth is not clean."

"What did he say?"

Jing Zhao didn't go into details, he just passed by in general: "Said some bad things about me."

What kind of bad words will make Jing Zhao act?The business leader understands Jingzhao, he is free and easy, and he is not a person who likes to care.

It shouldn't be as simple as bad words, Gu Chengfeng must have done something that deserves to be beaten.

"You can't do it on the spot, at least until no one is there—"

Kill him again.

Shang Lingling stopped the car and almost forgot that she was the little sun that everyone loved. She twisted around stiffly and finished the second half of the sentence: "Let's reason with him again."

Jing Zhao just listened and didn't answer.

Shang Lingling wanted to ask more details, but Jing Zhao suddenly asked her, "Would you like to sleep with me for a while?"

The business leader replied loudly: "Yes!"

Then they went back to sleep, really, just sleeping, Jing Xiahui didn't kiss her and harassed her, put her arms around her waist, neither up nor down, she rubbed up and down by herself, fell asleep by himself.

The "firecrackers" outside the house rang for a while, and then gradually became quiet. The window grilles pasted on the glass windows were hazy with water vapor. They were pig babies cut by Ms. Lu.

The two of them slept peacefully in the room.

After a long time, the phone on the bedside table vibrated, and in a few seconds, Jing Zhao pressed it off again.Shang Lingling was still sleeping, the curtains were drawn, the light could not penetrate, the room was dim and dark, and it was difficult to tell the difference between day and night.

Jing Zhao glanced at the time. Before ten o'clock, he got out of bed and went outside the bedroom to answer the phone.

It was from Fang Lushen.

"Why did you just hang up?"

Jing Zhao said, "It's not convenient to pick up."

"Gu Chengfeng has already contacted the lawyer, what are your plans?"

"I'm not going to apologize."

It's also strange, why does Jing Zhao have to make a big noise this time.Fang Lushen felt that there was still a secret, but he didn't ask, and no one could ask what Jing Zhao didn't want to reveal.

"That can't be reconciled."

Jing Zhao said concisely: "Then there is no reconciliation."

Fang Lushen guessed: "It seems that Gu Chengfeng has hit your bottom line." Forget it, he didn't persuade him, "If you want to go through the judicial process, make a plan."

"Ah."

Jing Zhao hung up the phone and went back to the bedroom.

Shang Lingling hasn't woken up yet, she also slept late last night.Jing Zhao pulled down the quilt covering her face, sat beside the bed for a while, and then went to the seventeenth floor.

When Shang Lingling woke up, it was past eleven o'clock.

Ms. Lu's place was very lively, the room was full of people, the dining table was moved to the living room, and there were red paper, pen grids, rulers, inkstones, and brushes on the table.

Jing Zhao is writing couplets.

There are a lot of people around the table, and you compliment each other, praise praise, praise praise.

"The writing is really good." This is the old bell of the doorman.

"What's the name of that word... Floating clouds and flowing water." This was Lao Li on the fifteenth floor.

Wang Xiuhe on the fourteenth floor was lying on the dining table: "Jing Zhao, can you write me another copy? I want to give it to someone."

After Jing Zhao finished writing a pair, he put the brush on the grid: "Yes."

Uncle Chen on the 23rd floor turned back after going out, holding a red paper couplet in his hand: "Jing Zhao, which one is on the left?"

"I marked at the back, and the marked ones are on the left."

Uncle Chen said yes.

Shang Lingling stood at the door, there were too many people around the dining table, she could only see the back of Jing Zhao's neck on tiptoe, he lowered his head, holding a pen and writing.

Ms. Lu came out of the kitchen and saw Shang Lingling: "Lingling is awake."

"Uh-huh."

When Jing Zhao heard the voice, he raised his head and called her: "Lingling," he paused, looking at Shang Lingling, "Come here."

The business leader led over, pushed aside the lady of the shower on the fifteenth floor, and stood beside Jing Zhao.

"Can you grind ink?"

"meeting."

Jing Zhao pushed the inkstone to the business leader: "Help me add some water."

"Good~"

The shower lady walked away awkwardly.

Shang Lingling added a few drops of water to the inkstone, and then held the ink stick to grind it in circles.Jing Zhao spread out a new piece of red paper, held down a section with a ballast, and started writing again.

Shang Lingling didn't bother to look at the ink, and kept looking at Jing Zhao, his face, his hand holding the pen, the words he wrote, and the visible muscle lines under his slightly rolled-up sleeves.

No matter how many times she watched it, she was still heartbroken.How can there be such a good person? He can make tea, calligraphy, and take pictures. Outsiders say that he is not easy to approach, but the elderly residents of the eight buildings never say that. When they talk about Jingzhao, they will unconsciously Nodding, will praise: Jing Zhao, that is really a good person.

"Don't look at me, look at the inkstone."

Shang Lingling: "Oh."

She rubbed the ink honestly.

A new resident came to pick up the couplet. Ms. Lu packed a large plate of dried fruit snacks and poured everyone a cup of tea.

Jing Hedong was cooking in the kitchen, the aroma wafted everywhere, Jing Jian was playing games on the balcony, Jing Qianqian was nestled in his arms, occasionally meowing and scratching his phone with his paws.

The person who polished the ink said, "Jing Zhao, I don't have any couplets either."

The writer replied: "Write for you later."

"I also want the word 'Fu'."

"Ah."

The business leader smiled.

She is so lucky that she has to be summoned by Jing.

　****
　　good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)