Play Nice

Chapter 366: The Ribbon of Dirty Literature (One More)
The door was pushed open, and He Wanlin heard the voice and sat up.

Zhou Xian came in: "Wake up."

He Wanlin suffered a miscarriage at an advanced age and was still very weak: "Where have you been?"

"The squad of the serious crime team came to me to question."

"He didn't embarrass you, did he?"

Zhou Xian walked to the bedside: "I didn't break the law again, so I can't embarrass me." He raised the head of the bed and helped He Wanlin to lie down, "Fang team brought the necklace back to the police station, I don't know if I can get it back."

"If you can't get it back, give me another one."

Zhou Xian held He Wanlin's hand: "Aren't you mad at me?"

He told He Wanlin that the reason why he put a position in the necklace was because she went back to the bar to meet a resident singer and chatted very well.He said that he was worried that she would like the new and hate the old, so he installed a location in the necklace.

He Wanlin was convinced.

"If it wasn't for that necklace, I'd probably never come back." He Wanlin rubbed her lower abdomen and clenched her hands tightly, "That girl Baolan is really cruel, and I'm also confused. I don't even know that there is a wolf beside me."

In the past, she always felt that Baolan was too cowardly and timid, unlike her birth, she never thought that the blue is better than the blue.

"Don't think too much about it, let's take care of your body." Zhou Xian saw the pills on the cabinet, "Why didn't you take the medicine?"

He Wanlin grabbed his hand and was very uneasy: "Will you blame me?"

Zhou Xian put the medicine in her hand: "What's your fault?"

"I didn't save the child."

At the beginning, it was Zhou Xian who proposed the test tube. He said that he hoped to have a child, so that he would not worry that the two would not be able to live long.

Such words can easily make women lose their heads. No matter how powerful He Wanlin is, she is still a woman.

Zhou Xian gave her a cup of warm water: "It's not your fault."

He Wanlin took the medicine: "This incident may be my retribution. In order to climb up, I have done all kinds of disgusting things." She put down the cup, "Zhou Xian, I am not a good person, but I treat you—"

Zhou Xian said, "Let's get married."

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Shang Baolan was detained, and she was not allowed to meet any outsiders except a lawyer.

"Isn't there no evidence? Why are you still detaining me?"

She invited Luo Jincheng, who is the most skilled criminal in the empire.

"The victim personally identified, so even if there is no evidence, the police can detain first."

Shang Baolan looked anxious: "How long will I be locked up?"

"I have already applied for bail for you. If you pass it, you can come out in a few days."

Only Shang Baolan and Luo Jincheng were in the meeting room. She looked at the door and lowered her voice: "The police won't find evidence, and there is only one variable that determines the final result." She hinted with her eyes, "Cen Yongqing."

Luo Jincheng understood what she meant.

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The weather is beautiful, the days of the film festival are breezy, neither too hot nor too cold.There are not many guests who need to be received by Jing Zhao personally, and he was free for the two days of NO.18 and NO.19.Shang Lingling was busier than him, and the funeral parlor and the dubbing studio ran at both ends.

After dinner, Jing Zhao was cooking, and the business leader was busy all afternoon, taking a nap on the sofa in the living room.She couldn't sleep, and felt that the light in front of her was blocked by someone, so she opened her eyes and saw two hands on her chest.

She blinked her eyelids twice: "What are you doing?"

Jing Zhaozheng leaned over: "Nothing."

He took his hand away and was taken along with a streamer, the kind used to tie cakes.

Shang Lingling glanced at his chest, and his sleepy voice was sweet and sweet: "Mr. Jing, do you have any hobbies?"

"Don't make up your mind."

"Then why did you tie a bow on my chest?"

Jing Zhao put down the ribbon and went to turn on the lights in the living room: "I'm measuring."

Shang Lingling looked at the ribbon, looked at his chest, covered his mouth, his eyes were shining, his expression was surprised: "I didn't expect you to be such a Jing Lao-"

Jing Zhao took a cherry from the table and fed it into her mouth: "I'm measuring clothes."

Ok.

It's she's too lustful.

"Are you going to make me clothes?"

Jing Zhao said, "I know a designer who just happened to be free recently."

"Oh." Shang Lingling spat out the cherry pit and opened his hand, "Then measure it."

Jing Zhao sat down, brought the streamer, and measured it for her again.

The straps passed through her back and circled around her chest.Jing Zhao tried his best not to touch her, but she moved around deliberately.

"do not move."

He measured carefully.

Shang Lingling was obedient and didn't move: "I just spied on your fan base, and there are two daring female fans who are YY you."

Jing Zhao loosened the strap and made a mark with a pen: "Raise your hand."

Shang Lingling raised both hands: "Are you listening to me?"

"I'm listening."

Jing Zhao helped her measure the length of her arm.

Shang Lingling went on to talk about the female fan YY: "They said, you are the type who doesn't seem to play but can do everything."

Jing Zhao helped her waist, made her sit up straight, held one end of the ribbon, and went around her waist.

"I think they're right." Shang Lingling hugged Jing Zhao's neck, brought him close to his neck, touched his skin with his lips, and flinched.

Who asked him to measure properly, she wanted to seduce him.

"It's not finished yet."

But Jing Zhao threw the streamer aside, put one hand around Shang Lingling's waist, and asked her to sit on top of him.

He took the initiative, raised her face, kissed her, and unbuttoned her chiffon blouse.

The soup in the kitchen is still simmering.

The two buttons of Shang Ling's collar were undone, and Jing Zhao returned the set she had just played with, his lips fell behind her ear, and he kissed him smugly.

She can't play him.

The female fans in the group were right, Jing Zhao played better than anyone else.

"Retire the group."

He looked at Shang Lingling, his eyes still sober and rational, and he put his hands around her back and unbuttoned her underwear.

Her eyes were wet: "No, I finally got in with a trumpet."

Jing Zhao put her down first, went to draw the curtains, and turned off the fire in the kitchen.

He came back, picked her up, picked up the streamer that had fallen on the sofa, unbuttoned her top and threw it on the carpet.

The phone rang at this time.

Jing Zhao freed up a hand and answered the phone: "Hello."

He just listened, kissing the merchant collar.

After the other side finished speaking, he replied, "You can figure it out."

He hung up the phone and tossed the phone aside.

The business leader asked, "Who is it?"

Jing Zhao took off his clothes with one hand: "curator Song."

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　　No time during the day, fighting late at night.I will write another chapter

　　
　
(End of this chapter)