Chapter 490 490: The jealousy of eating a radish (second update)

Jing Zhao closed the car door and turned around to fasten the seat belt for the businessman.

She looked at him aggrievedly: "Can't you comfort me when I'm angry?"

Jing Zhao closed the hood.

"As expected, if you get it, you won't—"

He kissed the corner of her lips.

Her voice became obedient and soft: "What are you doing?"

He also closed the car window so that he could no longer see the inside of the car. He could kiss her without caring: "Coax you."

snort.

The business leader hugged Jing Zhao's neck and kissed him obediently.

At first, he just pecked and kissed her gently on her forehead and cheeks, and patiently soothed her.

Her top was very short and could not cover her waist. The palms on her waist were very hot. She raised her head and arched her body unconsciously.

"I'm sorry, Ling Ling."

It's his problem, he's too greedy, he wants her to have a worry-free life, and he also wants to live up to his ideals.

He shouldn't let her bear the uncontrollability of life and death.

"There's something wrong with me too."

She is easy to coax and will quickly admit her mistakes.

Jing Zhao slightly raised her face and kissed her on the lips. The coaxing kiss was very light and gentle, giving her breath and warmth little by little.

You die and I die.

How virtuous and capable he is.

“Do you still want to see the Golden Bell?”

The business leader nestled in Jing Zhao's arms and touched his hot ears: "Yeah."

They went to the Grand Admiralty, which only takes ten minutes by car.

The clouds are clear, the wind is gentle, and the sky is not hot.

Not only Aris, but the whole of Dansu has a very slow pace of life. There are many tourists in Aris this season, street performers can be seen everywhere, the white pigeons beside the fountain are pecking at ease, and groups of artists have set up drawing boards.

Draw the big golden clock on the tall building.

Downstairs, many tourists stopped and looked up.

The business leader also raised his head: "Is this the largest clock in the world?"

"No, it's the oldest clock that's still working."

The business leader looked around: "What are they doing?"

Many people lowered their heads and closed their eyes, speaking in a language that the business leaders could not understand.

Jing Zhao said: "I'm praying."

A hundred years ago, above the Great Golden Bell was the Church of Sandro.

"Then I want it too."

The businessman closed his eyes and put his hands together: the vision calls for a long life.

Jing Zhao did not pray, but just looked at the businessman with his eyes firmly. The sketching student on the roadside quickly moved his pencil, leaving his lover's gentle eyes in the painting.

The next day, Jing Zhao and the business leader took a plane back to the empire.

It was just after seven o'clock, and the community was very lively, with people dancing, people walking their dogs, people chatting, and people talking about cross talk.

Jing Hedong hugged the cat and led the dog, listening attentively to Uncle Liu from Building 14 talking about cross talk.

Ms. Lu and several old sisters were sitting and chatting.

"Doesn't it look good?"

Ms. Lu was showing off photos of her wedding dress with a business collar. In order to keep it confidential, she did not publish it widely, but showed it to a few old sisters.

Wang Xiuhe took a closer look: "It's so beautiful, like a fairy."

Ms. Lu was quite proud: "Of course, my leader is the district beauty of Xingyue Palace."

Wang Xiuhe on the left: "..."

Zhang Yue on the right: "..." She had to remind her, "Yesterday, you said that your second daughter-in-law is a district beauty."

Ms. Lu feels that her life has reached its peak: "They are both equally beautiful."

Zhang Chuchu died laughing.

Wang Xiuhe raised his chin: "Cao Cao Cao Cao is here. Well, your Ou Hua is back."

It was Jing Zhao and Shang Ling who brought it back.

Ms. Lu left her old sisters behind and ran to her son and daughter-in-law.

Let’s talk about another district flower.

After Ou Hua Zhongyun got a boyfriend, her sense of security improved and her social fear decreased. She now dared to go out for a walk without wearing sunglasses or long sleeves.

But she still wore a mask. She didn't look at the road while walking, and kept looking at her mobile phone.

Jingjian pulled her clothes and led her away. He had tolerated her for ten minutes: "Can you stop playing?"

Zhong Yunduan has abandoned the peaceful battlefield and been attracted by another game - Defending Carrot.

She first watched the business leaders play, and soon she fell in love with Defender Carrot. The game experience in the peaceful battlefield was not good for her, and she was always killed, which greatly affected her self-confidence.

She continued planting her fishbone turret: "I'm not done yet."

Jingjian pulled her to the downhill road to the No. 3 side door. The weather was so damn dry: "Zhong Yunduan."

Zhong Yunduan hummed, still addicted to the game.

Jing Jian was busy with studies and starting a business during the day, so he finally came back to see her at night to see her attitude.

"What's more important, the carrot or me?" He never imagined that a young man addicted to the Internet would one day hate games.

Zhong Yunduan's carrot was bitten, and she was instantly frustrated: "There are no monsters coming to eat you."

What she actually wanted to express was that if Jing was in danger, she would definitely protect him first.

Jing Jian stared hard at the carrot on her phone: "There has to be a monster to eat me before I can get ahead of the carrot, right?"

The phone is so hot.

After playing for too long, Zhong Yunduan turned off the game: "That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

She couldn't win over Jing Jian by arguing.

Her expression was pure and innocent: "I don't speak well of the Empire."

Jing Jian: “…”

Okay, make it look like he is being unreasonable.

He blew his bangs, it was so hot.

Zhong Yunduan tugged at his clothes: "Are you angry?"

A certain jealous king was angry: "How dare I get angry? I don't even have a carrot."

This month, it is best not to let him see carrots on the dinner table.

Zhong Yunduan's big eyes were full of sincerity: "No, you are more important than the carrot, and the golden carrot is not as important as you."

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Defend the carrot and make money quickly.
Chapter completed!