I heard someone wants to raise me

When Ning Jianjing called, Jing Xiuzhu was just about to enter a round, but before he could click the mouse, the phone rang.

He stopped his hands and glanced at the notification of the incoming call. The little bastard was dancing happily, and he needed to be beaten just like himself. He probably got drunk and made fun of him.

Hu Lijin came in from outside, howling, and threw himself on his desk, just in time to hang up the phone.

Jing Xiuzhu hissed, raised his foot and kicked him: "What's wrong?"

Hu Lijin covered his face and pretended to cry, "Captain Jing, please help me persuade your benefactor, let him give me a letter, what's wrong with our team uniform..."

"Take it." Jing Xiuzhu raised his hand, holding a piece of slightly wrinkled A4 paper between his fingertips.

"What is this?" Hu Lijin took it in doubt, his eyes widened instantly, "Fuck, this is... the team uniform design? Where did it come from! Could it be you who drew it?"

"I'd rather see the scenery painted."

"Oh, I didn't expect him to do this?" Hu Lijin clicked his tongue twice, and said with difficulty hiding his melancholy: "I thought he would only take revenge on people with a small stomach."

Jing Xiuzhu lowered his eyes and smiled, yes, he didn't expect it either.

"The flames are burning, Nirvana is reborn, the implication is good." Wen Cheng probed over, flicked the paper with his fingers, and sighed: "The boss is quite educated, you can't be fooled by appearances."

Jing Xiuzhu glanced at him, "You think everyone is like you, illiterate."

Wen Cheng: "...Wen Cheng! What kind of illiterate."

"..." Hu Lijin couldn't bear to look straight at Wen Cheng's face, and looked away from Wen Cheng's face, and asked strangely: "Then why is this here with you, boss? Why didn't you give it to me directly? Instead, let you pass it on."

"Go out and fool around." Jing Xiuzhu raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock, it was almost nine o'clock, and that little bastard might have passed out in the tenderness of some girl again.

Hu Lijin heard that there was a sense of loss in his tone, and approached him and asked in a low voice: "To be honest, Team Jing, you treat him...huh?"

Jing Xiuzhu pursed his lips and was speechless, and glanced at him as if he was insane: "Can you be normal, he's a kid, he's not yet an adult, what can I think, get out."

"If you are not an adult, you will become an adult one day. What are you anxious about? Besides, wouldn't it be more suitable for a shameless hooligan like you if you raise yourself up?" Hu Lijin snorted, and smiled inquisitively: "It's true. , Do you have that kind of thought about him!"

Jing Xiuzhu held his hand away and turned sideways: "Did you tell me, are you annoying? You are so good at writing scripts. It's really wronged that the league didn't invite you to do commentary."

Hu Lijin nodded him, "You wait for me to pass the manuscript to them to make clothes first, and then I will come to judge you later!"

"I have nothing for you to interrogate. If you don't go back to accompany your wife at night, interrogate me here. You are sick."

Wen Cheng had already turned around, and Jing Xiuzhu looked away from Hu Lijin's back, looked at the darkened cell phone, and dialed it back a little worriedly, the prompt sound: "The number you dialed is currently on the call..."

This little bastard was really playing with him.

Ning Jianjing was hung up by Jing Xiuzhu. After sitting for a while, he felt that Jing Xiuzhu was probably training, so he dialed another one.

It was quickly picked up over there, with loud music and booing shouts, and you knew where you were as soon as you heard it.

"Oh, Lord Ning, I thought you forgot about me today. What's the matter, did you get up from your Jing team?" Chen Jueming opened his mouth and spoke yellowishly, smiled and took a sip of the wine in the little model's hand, taking time to swallow After going down, he said: "Are you still here? A very pure girl came today. I think you should like it. I will leave it for you..."

Ning Jianjing took a breath and said, "Chen Jueming, come pick me up, my waist is broken."

Chen Jueming was stunned for a second, pushed the little model away and leaned on the sofa and asked with a smile: "How did it break? Is Jing Xiuzhu too fierce or are you too fierce? It's the first time you played so hard. Tell me, who are you two?" on top?"

Ning Jianjing lowered the car window a little, put one hand on the glass, rubbed his forehead and said, "The fruit plate was broken."

"Oh dear, what kind of play are you guys playing with fruit bowls? Oh, I understand, I understand." Chen Jueming smiled lasciviously, and asked in a low voice, "Master Ning, are you or him? Tell me, I haven't played this before, is it cool?"

"Get lost." Ning saw that Jing's back was hurting badly, and he couldn't get along with Chen Jueming, a psychopath, so he hung up the phone in agitation.

After thinking about it, he called Yan Hai again, which was a little more reliable.

In his current situation, the slightest movement would cause severe pain, and he didn't even dare to breathe too deeply. He was afraid that he might not be able to step on the brakes firmly, and he couldn't hold the steering wheel uncertainly.

After a while, Yan Hai's phone was also connected, presumably he was not with Chen Jueming, it was quite quiet with only the sound of breathing.

"Yan Hai."

"What's the matter, Mr. Ning, can't bear to see me all night?" Yan Hai leaned on the desk with a smile, tapped his fingertips casually, and said, "No, didn't I tell Jueming that you Not with him."

"My waist is broken, I might be dying soon." Ning Jianjing said.

"..." Yan Hai was silent for more than ten seconds. Ning Jianjing, who had been there for a long time, almost thought that he had hung up the phone, but there was the sound of breathing again, and he waited slowly with his arms crossed.

Yan Hai regained his composure, he was not as full of yellow waste as Chen Jueming, and he asked a little bit awkwardly: "My waist is broken... I am dying... Jing Xiuzhu's face is pale as if he died suddenly, is it so violent?" ?”

"..." Ning Jianjing hung up the phone directly.

After hanging up the phone, he always felt that something was wrong. After a while, he realized that something was wrong, and dialed back one by one again, saying: "You were fucked to death by Jing Xiuzhu, fart, I'm the one up there , if he dies, he will be fucked to death by me."

Ning Jianjing was dizzy from the popularity of these two, but his back hurt more and more. He felt that he couldn't just let Jing Xiuzhu go, why would this old man hang up on him.

He has "sleeped" with him, why should he be ruthless.

No.

Ning Jianjing dialed Jing Xiuzhu's number again, stared viciously at the words "old stuff" that jumped on the screen, and said, "If you dare to hang up on my phone again, go back and chop off your hands and make soup."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if telepathically, Jing Xiuzhu quickly picked it up, and asked with a mocking smile: "Hey, what are you doing? Isn't Master Ning drinking and drinking boring? Looking for someone to entertain?"

"Captain Jing, my waist is broken."

Jing Xiuzhu's voice stopped suddenly, and he laughed again: "What's the matter? The sponsor is still thinking about urging us to train outside? Do you want to give you the address of the live broadcast room, and I will broadcast a live broadcast for you to watch later?"

"I'm dying."

Jing Xiuzhu fell silent, and said in the middle of the night that his waist was broken and he was going to die. What kind of new trick is this?

"I didn't lie to you. My back hurts so much that I can't drive anymore. Will you come pick me up?"

Jing Xiuzhu: "What's the matter, I got drunk, and the big stone on the actor's chest didn't hit the right place, but hit the waist? Don't look for me, look for 120."

Ning Jian Jing An waited quietly for him to finish without speaking, but took a light breath, and the slightly trembling breath and cum came into his ears from the receiver.

Jing Xiuzhu frowned subconsciously, trying to judge whether his light and shallow breath was really painful or just playing him.

This little bastard is too good at acting.

Ning Jianjing said: "Team Jing, I'm on the Panshan Highway, if you don't come to pick me up, I will die, and no one will invest in your team. Are you really not coming to pick me up?"

Jing Xiuzhu tightened his fingers holding the phone, trying to extract a hint of the joke from his words.

Seeing that Jing Chang breathed a sigh of relief, Ning said lightly, "That's fine. If you don't come to pick me up, I'll drive down by myself. I'm dead. You call the police to collect my body and hang up."

"fart!"

Ning Jianjing paused with his fingertips, his eyes hidden in the dark night suddenly trembled, "Let's train, I won't go back tonight, can you tell Uncle Chen tomorrow morning, I want to eat sweetened bean paste buns. "

"You wait for me there." After Jing Xiuzhu finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and added: "If you dare to lie to me, you will be strangled to death by me."

"Do you just want to strangle me?" Ning Jianjing laughed lightly, his voice was soft and greasy, and there was an "unbearable" tone: "Don't you want me to die in another way?"

Jing Xiuzhu paused for two seconds, "Promise me, your mouth is only for talking, not for flirting."

Wen Cheng turned his head and took a deep look at Jing Xiuzhu's back as he left in a hurry. Ning Jianjing was the first one who could call him out of the training room at this time.

in principle.

I'm afraid it wasn't all eaten up by this arrogant and willful little boss.

Wen Cheng thought that after a while, even if Ning Jianjing didn't have to kill Jing Xiuzhu in the game, he would kneel down to him if he just said a word, and might even ask if his posture was standard enough.

For a person who is used to winning championships, the harder it is to conquer, the more he can't stop.

Tsk, one thing drops one thing.

The location of the club is not remote, and I took a taxi as soon as I went out.

Twenty minutes later, Jing Xiuzhu saw a car with double flashing lights on Panshan Road leaning against the side of the road, squinted his eyes to look at the license plate, and hurriedly said, "Master, just stop here for a while."

The headlights flickered, and a vague silhouette could be vaguely seen on the main driver, which was not very clear.

Jing Xiuzhu walked over and raised his hand to knock on the car window. When the person inside slowly descended, he said "Hey": "Come on, stretch it out and let me see where it's broken."

Ning Jianjing leaned on the driver's seat, tilted his head and laughed, "Captain Jing, I lied to you."

Jing Xiuzhu paused with his hand resting on the car window, and frowned. The lights in the car were not turned on. He couldn't quite see Ning Jianjing's expression, but he heard from his unsteady voice that he should be laughing.

"Say it again and I'll listen."

Ning Jianjing stretched out his left hand, resting it on the car window against his forehead, and said with a smile: "Captain Jing, are you really 21 years old? Why are you so easy to deceive."

The author has something to say: Team Jing: The little bastard lied to me.

Team Jing in the next chapter: The little bastard didn’t say a word of the truth, so let’s take my clothes off and see.

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