Play Nice

Chapter 54: 054
The business leader was lying on the car window and shouted loudly, "Jing Zhao!"

Jing Zhao raised his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came from. The light was not bright enough, and he only saw a head dimly, desperately trying to drill out of the car window.

The car came over and pulled over.

Jing Zhao saw the owner of the head clearly.

The wind blew her hair wildly, and she smiled brightly: "What a coincidence."

Jing Zhao's gaze stayed on her face for a few seconds, then turned to the main driver.

Fang Luming's face was quite famous in the imperial capital, he reached out to block it, pretending to scratch his forehead.

You don't need to see the face, just know the gender.

Shang Lingling introduced him like this: "He is an unfamiliar classmate of mine."

Unfamiliar classmate: "..." Did Jing Zhao get jealous?Business leaders are really cowardly.

20 years of "grandfather and grandson love" fed the dog.

So, the unfamiliar classmate Fang chased away the guests in a very unfamiliar tone: "Then classmate, walk slowly."

Shang Lingling got out of the car immediately, it can be said that he couldn't wait.

Fang Luming is a dog-headed military strategist with a very professional ethics. Before leaving, he did not forget to assist. He did not deliberately, but he said something serious: "By the way, I sent you the photographer's phone number, before you go to shoot. Just contact him."

Shang Lingling reacted for a few seconds before answering: "Oh."

"Then I'm leaving, unfamiliar classmate."

Fang Luming turned the steering wheel with one hand, turned the car and left.

Jing Zhao continued to walk and returned to the community.Shang Lingling walked side by side to his left, turning her head to look at him from time to time, she found no trace of jealousy on his face.

This must not be Jing Zhao's problem.

Blame the dog, it will be nonsense.

"What photographer?" Jing Zhao suddenly said.

Shang Lingling was still thinking about the jealous thing: "Huh?" She quickly returned to her senses, "I told you before that I want to take a photo of my private room."

Jing Zhao didn't answer any words, but his footsteps stopped for a while, and the tail of the umbrella scraped to the ground.

"Where have you been?" Shang Lingling didn't look at the road, he turned his head to look at him, "Why did you come back so late?"

"Delivery," he said.

There is a university near Xingyue Mansion, and there are many late-night snack stalls in the back street of the community at night, and Jinghedong also occasionally sets up stalls at night.

Jing Zhao glanced at the skirt in her trench coat: "Where are you?"

The skirt only reached the calf, and it was a chest-wrap style. The neckline was a little low, and it was trimmed with lace. The material was black, which made her skin very white.

She wrapped her windbreaker tightly and said, "Go out and play."

"where?"

She had a guilty conscience, and without looking into Jing Zhao's eyes, she pretended to look at the sky: "Nightclub."

Already at the gate of the community, the threshold of the entrance is ten centimeters high, Jing Zhao tapped with an umbrella and made a noise.

Then she looked down at the road, raised her feet, and stepped over the threshold.

"You can play," he said.

His tone was so calm that no one could hear any emotion.

Shang Lingling didn't want to give him the impression that she was playful and not good, and quickly explained: "I don't usually go to that kind of place." She looked so sincere, "It's all my unfamiliar classmate just now. , he has to pull me."

Regarding the unfamiliar classmate, Jing Zhao did not make any comments.

The light in the hall on the first floor is much stronger than that outside. Seeing her cheeks were flushed, he asked her, "Have you been drinking?"

She put the back of her hand to her face to cool down, smiling, a little bit obedient and a little cowardly: "Just a little bit."

The elevator stops on the first floor.

Jing Zhao walked in and pressed the nineteenth floor first, then the eighteenth floor.The elevator is so big, and the business leader stood very close to him, the sleeves of her arms were touching, her face was even redder, she looked slightly drunk, lowered her head, and secretly secretly rejoiced.

Jing Zhao did not continue the topic of drinking, and the elevator rose quietly.

The eighteenth floor is here.

Jing Zhao got out of the elevator first.

"You go to bed early." Before the elevator door was closed, the business leader said, "Good night."

The elevator doors began to close.

Jing Zhao turned around and met the business leader who raised his head. After a few seconds, the door was closed. He suddenly stretched out his foot and blocked the elevator door.

"Business leader."

"Ok?"

The door was fully open again.

Jing Zhao was outside, stepping on the elevator and didn't take it back.He had a pair of peach blossom eyes, but he was neither romantic nor sentimental, like mountains and seas, vast and deep: "As a photographer, I have a piece of advice for you, that kind of photos should be taken by reliable people."

The tone of his advice was a little serious.

Shang Lingling couldn't help laughing: "Then you help me shoot."

Her eyes were expectant, even a little hot.

Jing Zhao didn't answer for a long time, his eyes were always so quiet and deep, hiding all his thoughts.The elevator next to him made a beep, and then he retracted his gaze and took out his mobile phone.

He uses email for work, and rarely sends WeChat to others. The interface for friend application is very clean, only the one from the business leader.She reissues the application every day, and has been persevering these days. The latest application note is: The fairy has arrived.

Jing Zhao passed the point, and then pushed a business card to her: "Find this person to shoot."

After saying that, he left.

The elevator door was closed, the business leader clicked on WeChat, and Jing Zhao's avatar was a full moon.The cover of the circle of friends is also the moon, with a dark background and a round and large moon.

He recommended her a famous female photographer.

She stared at it for a long time, then pinned the dialog to the top.Back at home, she kicked off her shoes, lay down on the sofa, and started rolling: I finally added it, Jing Zhao's WeChat!
She was super excited, kicked all the pillows on the sofa, and woke up almost drunk again, and she began to feel dizzy and light.

After a round of rolling, she sat up, took a deep breath twice, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Jing Zhao.

Business Collar: [A Little Cute Bubble] GIF
Business collar collar: [selling cute] GIF
Business collar collar: [hee hee] GIF
Business Collar: [Nice Rolling] GIF
Jing recalled a message: [It's twelve o'clock]

Business collar collar: [Good night] GIF
Business collar collar: [beautiful] GIF
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　　There are always a few days of "difficult labor" every month.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)