277: Leading the love of parents, killing Jing Zhao in a suit (first update)

The car has already driven far away.

Su Jiangqing looked away, turned her head, and saw that Cen Si was still looking at the direction where Jing Zhao and the business leader left.

"Since you like it, why not fight for it?"

If you use some tricks, you may not be able to grab it. After all, Mr. Cen in the mall is best at taking things by force.

"This is not something you can interfere with, Jiang Qing," Cen Si called her name, pronouncing the words clearly and coldly, "you have to know what's appropriate."

He got in the car and left Su Jiangqing where she was.

Fight?

You have to be qualified, but he doesn't have it.

Tongxiang Bay.

"Jing Zhao."

The businessman is in the bathroom.

Jing Zhao walked to the door: "Yeah."

She said inside: "Come in."

The door is unlocked.

Jing Zhao opened the door and went in: "What's wrong?"

The businessman stood in front of the wash basin, with his hair pushed to one side and his back to the mirror, revealing his fair and slender back neck: "I can't reach it, please help me zip up the zipper."

When I put it on, the store clerk helped me put it on. It was a bit difficult to take it off by myself.

Jing Zhao lifted the hem of her skirt to one side to avoid stepping on it, and then walked in front of her. The height difference was just right. He leaned over and reached behind her with one hand. He did not rush to pull down the zipper, but his fingers touched the zipper.

head.

"Lead."

The business leader raised his head: "Yeah."

Under the light, the eye shadow had a faint shimmer, which made her pupils even brighter.

She is very beautiful, Jing Zhao has always known that.

"Does it look good?" he asked.

"What?"

He said: "Suit."

The business leader reacted, lowered his head and smiled.

Didn't she praise an actor who looked good in a suit before?

Jing Zhao's suit is a classic black, paired with a clean and upright white shirt. He is not too thin, has just the right muscle lines, long legs, and broad shoulders. He has a figure that is very suitable for wearing formal clothes.

Jing Zhao hadn't finished asking: "Is it elegant?"

The business leader also praised the actor for his elegance.

Her eyes were like scanners, scanning from Jing Zhao's eyebrows to the Adam's apple above the collar of his shirt.

"Not elegant."

She grabbed Jing Zhao's tie and pulled him to lower his head: "You are not elegant." She stood up on tiptoes and put lipstick marks on the collar of his white shirt, "But you look good."

She had never seen anyone who looked better in a suit than Jing Zhao. He was so horny that he buttoned it to the top, not exposing an inch of skin, but there was a kind of restrained and secret sexual tension.

The red lips moved from the collar to Jing Zhao's lips.

He held her waist in response, touched the zipper with his fingers, and gently pulled it down. The zipper of the dress opened to her waist, and his fingers brushed across her back and touched the slightly bulging bone in her lower back.

The skirt slipped and fell to the floor.

Jing Zhao tightened his left hand and pulled the business collar into his arms. The body pressed against his chest was too soft. He closed his eyes and kissed her. With his free right hand, he took the bathrobe placed on the sink.

Put it on for her.

After the deep kiss ended, he lowered his head and helped her fasten the belt around her waist. He reached his left hand to her back and touched the bone in her lower back again.

"How?"

The bone under the fingertip is a little different, it bulges out a little, invisible to the naked eye, but you can feel it with your hands.

The businessman pulled out the hair under his bathrobe: "When I was eight or nine years old, my father was not at home, and my mother took her luggage and wanted to leave. I held her in my arms and refused to let her go. She pushed me, but I didn't

Stand firm and fall downstairs."

She helped Jing Zhao take off his tie clip: "I'm not afraid of pain anymore after that time."

Because she suffered permanent damage, she became less sensitive to pain.

Jing Zhao lowered his body and asked her to take off her tie: "Do you blame her?"

The business leader shook his head: "She didn't mean it. She hugged me and cried for a long time. She didn't hug me much before."

Before that, she always thought that Yang Shu didn't love her.

"My dad said it's not that she doesn't love me, but that she doesn't want to be close to me because she's afraid that she won't be able to leave me in the future."

In the first year of their marriage, Yang Shu knew that Shang Huaixu's psychology was different from that of normal people. He was paranoid and pathological.

"Dad doesn't keep her locked up all the time. If she wants to leave, she has a chance, but after I was injured that time, she never said she wanted to leave again."

Shang Lingling rarely talks about Yang Shu to others: "If she talks to someone of the opposite sex, or if she sees someone of the opposite sex, or even if she is of the same sex, her father will be angry, and then he will put her in a cage. She won't

She likes being locked up, she is an excellent dancer, she loves her career, and she also loves freedom, and she wants to fly out of the cage."

But Yang Shu stayed in the end.

"After my father passed away, my mother wrote a will and left all the movable and immovable property to me. She also had it notarized. Once something happens to me, all the property will be returned to the society, and not a penny will be left to Shang Yude and the others."

The business leader lowered his eyes, a little sad, "She is protecting me."

Shang Lingling was only fourteen years old at that time, and the Yang family would not really protect her. The wealth left by her parents would endanger her, but it could protect her if used well.

Yang Shu paved the way back, but the business leader still blamed her because: "She didn't stay with me. She took sleeping pills and went to find my father."

Jing Zhao said: "She should love you very much."

The business leader did not deny: "She loved my father more." She also hated him because he broke her pride and deprived her of everything she loved.

The business leader once thought that she and Jing Zhao would follow the same path.

"What about you? You have never told me about your biological mother."

Jing Zhao mentioned his biological father several times, but never his biological mother.

He hugged the businessman's collar and half of his frustrated face was reflected in the mirror: "She is not good. I don't like her. I only have one mother, Ms. Lu."

The business leader asked no more questions.

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