Chapter 179 179: Ling Ling, Mr. Jing, Master Cen’s secret (first update)

At the exit of the film and television city, an expensive but low-key white private car was parked, and there was a nanny car next to it.

Ji Liailia got off the nanny car and got into the private car. In the next ten minutes, she only did one thing - complaining about how the assistant didn't understand the rules, why Chen Yedu didn't give face, and said

How could I be wronged, how could I be wronged?

Lu Changyou frowned slightly: "Okay."

Only then did Ji Liaiao shut her mouth.

Regarding her being kicked out of the crew, Lu Changyou didn't take the initiative to ask about it. He only told her, "That's it. It's almost the end of the year. There are a lot of things in the company. Your brother is very busy, so don't bother him."

Ji Liailiao pursed her lips and said unwillingly: "What about my character?"

"You have just debuted, why are you so anxious?"

It was clear that Lu Changyou's tone was unhappy.

Normally, Lu Changyou treated Ji Liolao very favorably, but would not overindulge her. She was always decent, generous, and measured in her advances and retreats. Just like the concubine of a wealthy family in ancient times, she could treat her husband's concubine and concubine as her own.

But there is a layer of invisible and intangible alienation inside.

"It's not a rush." ​​Ji Liaoliao went to hold her hand and tried to be coquettish, "Although Chen Yedu is not a very good person, the movies he made are very famous. Other directors are not as good as him."

"Then who can you blame? You didn't take good care of yourself."

Ji Liailia defended herself very angrily: "It's all the fault of that assistant!"

Lu Changyou looked up at her with a hint of reproach, disapproving of her being so petty.

Ji Liaoliao stopped complaining when he saw it was good, shut up, and stopped complaining.

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

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

"mom."

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

Ji Liaoliao followed and looked outside: "Mom, what are you looking at?"

Lu Changyou came back to his senses: "It's nothing."

She closed the car window.

Those were a pair of eyes that made her very uncomfortable.

"Jing Zhao!"

The business leader was standing on the road opposite the film and television city, waving to Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao averted his eyes from the white private car and walked towards the business leader. He saw that her face was red from the wind and she didn't know how long she had been waiting on the roadside.

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

Jing Zhao said on the phone that he would be back in about forty minutes.

The business leader hung up the phone and couldn't sit still, so she came to pick him up. She didn't dare to go into the movie theater for fear of meeting someone she knew, so she just waited on the street.

The woolen hat was almost covering his eyelashes. The businessman pulled the hat up and said with a smile: "I'm very free anyway."

It was almost the end of the New Year, and the emperor was very cold. She was dressed very warmly in a business collar, with a bulging off-white down jacket. She wore a hat, scarf, gloves, and earmuffs all. I wonder if it was because she had been remembered by Jing Zhao all winter.

You should wear more clothes. Now that business collars have adapted to wrapping themselves up like a bloated penguin, we can no longer imagine wearing waist-baring bottoms in the cold winter months.

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

There was no rain or snow, but the wind was very strong. Jing Zhao opened an umbrella to block the wind and led the businessman to the sidewalk with few people.

"Is the car coming?"

"No," the business leader said, "I came by car."

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

He was very silent on the way.

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

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"Jing Zhao."

"Um."

The business leader took off his gloves and hooked his little finger: "What's wrong with you?"

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

"You seem unhappy."

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

Fallen leaves all over the ground.

The ginkgo tree was severely damaged by winter.

The business leader took off his scarf and tiptoed to put it around Jing Zhao's neck.

"When I just walked over, I saw someone selling roasted sweet potatoes on the side of the road." She held Jing Zhao's arm, rocked it back and forth, and acted coquettishly and softly, "Jing Zhao, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes."

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If Jing Zhao could be more outgoing, he would definitely tell the business leader that he really, really liked her acting coquettishly, so much that he could remember her being soft and begging for mercy when he was bullying him. He never told her that he

Sometimes I have some very rebellious and crazy ideas.

Perhaps, there is a beast living in everyone's heart.

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

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

The businessman asked sweetly: "Old man, how do you sell roasted sweet potatoes?"

The old man rubbed his chilblained hands: "Six yuan each."

"I want three freshly baked."

The businessman also ordered a large cup of hot brown sugar and snow pear water. The brown sugar and snow pear water was boiled by the old man himself. It looked very thick. It must have been boiled for a long time, and the color was not clear.

Jing Zhao scanned the code and paid.

The business leader took a sweet potato and ate it in his hand, and put the rest in an oil paper bag, along with the cup of scalding brown sugar and snow pear water, for Jing Zhao to hold.

She smiled with bright eyes and white teeth, and 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 tin foil was hot. Shang Lingling peeled off the skin, took a bite, and then fed it to Jing Zhao's mouth.

"Try it, it's very sweet."

He took a bite, and his sense of smell, which had been disabled for many years, seemed to be temporarily cured.

It's very sweet.

Jing Zhao thought he couldn't do this kind of behavior of sharing food and saliva in the street, but no, he naturally accepted the straw handed over by the business leader, and every bite of food he was fed, even

He lowered his head and let her kiss her face.

This was so unlike him. He was so relaxed that he didn't even notice that a car had been following him and the business leader ten minutes ago.

The cell phone in my pocket rang.

Jing Zhao answered the phone. What did the person on the phone say? He hummed and hung up.

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

"oh."

They quickly got into the car, which was the Bentley that Jing Zhao rarely drove.

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: "Want to buy sweet potatoes?"

He stood for a while, looked at Bentley in the distance several times, and said, "It needs to be the same as the girl just now."

He was wearing formal clothes, holding three sweet potatoes and a cup of brown sugar and pear water, looking very out of place.

He got in the car.

Shao Feng sat in the driver's seat and did not dare to look back: "Master Cen."

"Go back to the company."

Shao Feng restarted the car. He saw in the rearview mirror that Mr. Cen peeled off the tinfoil on the sweet potato and kept looking at it.

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

After the laughter, there was a deep, long-lasting loneliness.

Shao Feng had never seen Master Cen like this before. He didn't know how to describe it. He only thought of a very clichéd saying he heard from somewhere -

He is a completely dark man, leaving only a little bit of whiteness in his heart, and a girl inside, but no one knows.

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Oops, I'm attracted to Master Cen again.

Second update around 10:30
Chapter completed!