Chapter 114

Song Qingcheng threw her a white eye and choked her, "white collar workers and civil servants can see people in their work, but they can't do the same. Some of them are scolded for being a junior, and some of them take bribes and go to jail!"

Ji Lingqi's corners of the mouth smoke, biting teeth, "just like you, give you the opportunity to do small three, you can't do well."

Song Qingcheng said with a low smile, "that's true. I'm not a professional like you. I can't do it well."

"Song Qingcheng, are you short of smoking when you have this mouth?" Ji Ling jumped up from the sofa and rushed to song Qingcheng in a few steps. It seems that she really has the momentum of fighting.

"Give me a try!" Song Qingcheng also held her head high and showed no less arrogance than Ji Ling.

If I don't give Ji Ling some color today, I'm really bullying her.

Ji Ling was infuriated at once and raised her hand to fan down.

"Cough --"

suddenly, a cough came from upstairs.

Ji Ling suddenly froze and glanced at the person standing at the stairway. She was shocked. Her raised hand drew back faster than the electric shock. She put her back behind her and looked at Ji Zhengting step by step.

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment. Subconsciously looking back, Ji Zhengting has come over.

It's strange that Ji Ling seems to have gone to hell. It turns out that the evil star is coming.

Ji Zhengting looks down at Song Qingcheng and looks at Ji Ling. That look, cold can freeze people to death.

"Brother Brother, when did you come back? " Ji Ling's white little face barely piled up a stiff smile, and her voice stammered unconsciously.

"I've been at home." The tone is also cold.

“……” Ji Ling is confused.

Song Qingcheng looked at Ji Ling's embarrassed face and couldn't say how funny it was.

"How's the job search going?" When Ji Zhengting spoke to song Qingcheng, his tone was light, but his attitude was better than that of Ji Ling before. I don't know how many times.

Song Qingcheng almost didn't respond. He didn't think his attitude towards himself would change so obviously. Later, he nodded and answered, "Oh, I found it."

His voice lightened, and song Qingcheng's voice softened a few degrees.

"Satisfied?" Ji Zhengting is concerned again.

Song Qingcheng was stunned again. Glancing at him, I really doubt whether this man took the wrong medicine today?

However, it's rare for him to show concern for himself in front of Ji Ling. He just took the opportunity to give Ji Ling a bad impression, so she said to him excitedly: "satisfied, of course satisfied. Do you know what I'm looking for this time? "

"Tell me." Ji Zhengting saw her so happy, and a soft smile appeared on her pretty face.

"This time I found my biggest wish when I was a child, the job of arranging flowers in a florist. Although I can't do it now, I will study hard and seriously, and I have already agreed with others that I will go to work tomorrow. The most important thing is that this flower shop is just near our school. It's only a few minutes' walk away. Do you think I'm very lucky

The more song Qingcheng said, the happier she was, and the more she felt lucky.

Ji Zhengting just looked at her, slightly raised his lips, did not speak.

Seeing her so happy, excited and depressed for a day suddenly made her feel much better. At least what she did brought her satisfaction and hope.

The housekeeper began to serve the dishes in the dining room. When the arrangement was almost finished, he came over and said, "Sir, you can have dinner."

Ji Zhengting nodded and said to song Qingcheng and Ji Ling, "you eat first. I'm not hungry."

So he's going upstairs.

"Sir, you haven't eaten in a day. Have some." The housekeeper said one more word of concern.

As soon as Ji Ling heard this, she came over and asked nervously, "brother, why don't you eat all day? Is there something wrong? Are you sick? "

I just found that my brother's face is not very good.

Ji Zhengting takes a look at her, and his eyes go across the surface of song Qingcheng. Song Qingcheng was surprised and worried, but seeing Ji Ling so nervous about him, his worries seem superfluous, so when he cast his eyes, her eyes have been pulled back.

And Ji Zhengting didn't wait for her concern, he was a little disappointed.

"Well, miss, I went out to drink too much last night. Today, I feel sick and can't eat anything. But I don't eat anything this day. I can't stand it! " The housekeeper was worried.

"Brother, the housekeeper is right. How much do you want to eat?" Ji Ling also advised.

Ji Zhengting's eyes glanced at Song Qingcheng. He didn't leave any chance for anyone to notice. Then he said, "if you're hungry, I'll come down to eat. You can eat first."

This time, he did not give anyone another chance to persuade, turned upstairs.

Ji Ling will find song Qingcheng's fault again, and ferociously hate her, "Song Qingcheng, can you say a word to die? My brother hasn't eaten all day. Don't you hear me? You don't care. Do you have a conscience? ""Don't you care about this dear sister?" Song Qingcheng threw a sentence to her, and went to the dining table to sit down.

"Heartless and heartless!" Ji Ling murmured after that.

The dinner was rich, but song had no appetite. I'm absent-minded when I eat a meal, and I've been wandering in my mind about what the housekeeper and Ji Ling said just now.

Ji Zhengting didn't eat all day, so he couldn't be hungry. And I didn't say a word just now, and it's really wrong. Even if I'm just an ordinary friend, I should care about them at least. What's more, they are still husband and wife in other people's eyes.

"I'm ready." Song Qingcheng was restless, so she simply gave up.

"You can eat it." Ji Ling gives her a white eye.

My brother hasn't eaten for a day. If other people have been worried about it, she is very good. She still wants to eat here.

Song Qingcheng ignored her and went upstairs.

As soon as I got to the door of the bedroom, I heard a constant cough coming from the bedroom. It seemed very heavy.

It must have been someone who was on the sofa last night and didn't cover anything, so he caught a cold.

Song Qingcheng frowned. I didn't expect that he was so big and didn't know how to take care of himself.

She pushed the door and went in. The cough stopped just now. She could feel it. It was as if she had deliberately resisted it.

Ji Zhengting took a look at her, turned to the balcony and put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"Cough like this, still smoke!" With a tone of reproach, he goes to open the window.

This kind of tone, although not very good, but in the ears of Ji Zhengting is very pleasant.

"Why did you come up so soon?" The tone of opening is still light.