Zhang Jing stayed with Zhengpai for three days. On the fourth day after returning to Temasek, Zhang Jing came to Kanglin Court and met Zhou Manmiao, Liang Jieshu, and Lindsay.
Zhou Manmiao didn't mention it, but she had a seductive aura all over her body, like a walking vixen.
Whatever Liang Jieshu wears, she always wears the national style, and she falls in love with her at first sight.
Lindsay's skin is wheat-colored and looks healthy and fresh.
Their common characteristics are good skin and smooth hair, and they usually pay more attention to self-care.
This reminds Zhang Jing of a joke.
The more a man drives, the better his skills will be; the more times a car is driven, the worse its condition will be; but as long as it is well maintained, the condition of the car will always be good.
"Long time no see," Zhang Jing smiled brightly and opened his hands for a hug, "You didn't fight during my absence, right?"
Zhou Manmiao, Liang Jieshu, and Lindsay stood together gracefully, but there were no smiles on their faces.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Jing put down his hands and asked in confusion.
"Five minutes ago," Zhou Manmiao said leisurely, "Miss Ding just called us."
Zhang Jing believed that Ding Jiaqi would not tear her apart, so he passed by the three of them, sat on the sofa and asked with a relaxed expression, "What did she say?"
"Ms. Ding said that No. 59, Orchard Road," Zhou Manmiao introduced, "is currently being built and 70% of the building has been completed. There will be a house on the 60th floor that will be our new home. We can design the interior style according to our own wishes. "
Zhang Jing felt relieved. Three days ago, he had wanted to remind Ding Jiaqi to leave a house for the trio in No. 59 Daxia, which had not yet been sold.
It was not said out loud at the time.
Unexpectedly, Ding actually guessed it and did as he was told.
"This is a good thing," Zhang Jingxiao asked, "Aren't you happy?"
"I'm happy," Zhou Manmiao said coyly, "I just feel like there's someone pressing down on me, and I lose a lot of freedom."
"Be content," Zhang Jing complained, "gods don't have absolute freedom, let alone humans."
"I am content," Liang Jieshu sat next to Zhang Jing, "Miss Ding didn't tear it apart, I'm lucky."
Zhou Manmiao and Lindsay looked at each other silently. Facts have proved that the three of them can't fight one.
The point is that Zhang Jing thinks so too.
There is an old saying that goes well, since you can't resist, then just enjoy it. Worried about someone cleaning the windows outside the building, Lindsay silently closed all the curtains.
Four thousand words are omitted here.
Seven days later.
If Barbie hadn't called from Nongkanfen Farm, Zhang Jingneng would have lived forever with the trio.
Returning to LAX, Barbie was waiting in the parking lot.
"Boss," Barbie reminded softly, "Ms. Mary's time is running out."
Zhang Jing nodded, "Take me to see her."
I still remember before Tong Di's heart was pierced by a steel drill.
On the way back to the farm from the city, three lean African-Americans were holding three Aka rifles with double magazines in a van and shooting wildly at the bulletproof car.
At that time, Zhang Jing was cautious and drove alongside a strange pickup truck. The pickup truck was sandwiched between a bulletproof car and a van, and the driver drank blood on the spot.
After the driver's death, Zhang Jing did not contact the driver's family directly in order to get rid of the relationship. He just asked Barbie to quietly pay attention to the driver's family.
Two hours later.
In Little Rock, north of Los Angeles, Barbie parked her car outside the courtyard of a single-story wooden house next to a small road.
Just one glance at Zhang Jing confirmed that this family was having a difficult life.
The exterior of the house has not been maintained for a long time, and the yard is waist-deep in weeds, making it look dilapidated.
Pushing open the chest-high wooden fence door and walking through the yard, Zhang Jing and Barbie arrived in front of the single-story wooden main house.
The metal was visible, and Zhang Jing judged that there were two people in the room, one lying on the bed and the other beside the bed.
Barbie didn't know the boss could cheat, so she stepped forward and knocked on the door gently.
This blow was like a nest exploding, and the dogs barked continuously.
The metal was still visible. The escort first drove the dog to the backyard, and then
Come and open the door.
"You are?"
When the door opened, a middle-aged woman with a round body and a strong body, with a lot of flesh on her face, looked quite cute.
"We are friends of Mr. Bai," Barbie said with a gentle smile, "We came to visit his mother."
Mr. Bai was the driver of the pickup truck who died.
The woman stepped aside and said, "I am Mrs. Dai's caregiver. She is terminally ill."
After a while, Zhang Jing was on the east side of the wooden house, next to the backyard, looking at the messy bedroom and saw the old lady Dai the nurse mentioned.
An old woman with almost no energy, a withered face, a fat body, and eyes half-open and half-closed was lying on the bed.
"Good morning, Mrs. Dai," Zhang Jing greeted, "I am your son's friend, how do you feel?"
The old lady said nothing and looked weakly at the lamp on the tabletop table on her right.
Following the other person's line of sight, there was a yellowed postcard hanging on a thin string under the desk lamp, which read: "God is near."
Zhang Jing took a step forward, sat on the stool beside the bed and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Mrs. Dai looked at the nurse with turbid eyes.
"Mrs. Dai is not afraid of death," the caregiver explained beside her. "The only thing she worries about is that there will be no one to take care of her pets after her death, including four dogs and six cats."
"I will take care of them," Zhang Jing promised decisively. "They will live on the farm. Although they don't have as many toys as pets in the city, they can run freely, have endless food, and have a veterinarian."
As if a heavy burden had been lifted off her face, Mrs. Dai's face was obviously much more relaxed, and she said with difficulty for the first time: "Thank you, so that I can go to see the emperor with peace of mind."
It can be seen that Mrs. Dai is really not afraid of death, and she really cares about her pets.
Zhang Jing and Barbie left after a brief chat.
Because Mrs. Dai is still alive and she can't live without those pets, Zhang Jing has not taken them away for the time being.
"Does the driver have children?" Zhang Jing asked Barbie as he sat back in the car.
Barbie shook her head.
Zhang Jing remained silent, creating a tragedy with his own hands.
Returning to the north side of the track at noon, Zhang Jing planned to accompany Silan, but Sugiyama Ai suddenly called and asked to meet at the old place.
Inside Yiy Cafe.
Looking at Sugiyama Ai, who is about 1.6 meters tall, has black hair tied behind her back, and has a pretty cute face, Zhang Jing asked jokingly, "People give gifts thousands of miles away, are you sending gifts thousands of miles away?"
It’s a classic pornographic joke, and it’s also related to local specialties from home. Sugiyama Ai can understand it in a second.
Not wanting to quarrel, Sugiyama Ai gritted his teeth and reminded, "Give me the lunch box and the photo!"
Thinking of the love story that happened in the snowy mountains, Zhang Jing nodded and said, "Follow me to the farm to get it."
Sugiyama Ai agreed.
It was driving time later, but less than twenty minutes after driving, the nurse called and informed her that Mrs. Dai had passed away.
Zhang Jing would have scolded someone in another incident, but he couldn't do it in this case.
We just met two hours ago. I didn't expect Mrs. Dai to leave so fast.
At the next traffic light, Zhang Jing changed direction and drove north.
Seeing Zhang Jing straying further and further away from the farm, Sugiyama alertly asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"Prenatal check-up hospital," Zhang Jing deliberately provoked the other person out of boredom while driving, "Let's see if there is a seed in your belly."
Sugiyama Ai: "..."
