Chapter 1322 Master Jing...

"This is how you deal with a scumbag. My child, don't feel guilty or anything. If he hits you again in the future, call the police and fight back. Let him know that you are not someone to be bullied." Zhang's mother looked at him. The class flower said bitterly.

Jing Peng spoke so loudly that Zhang's mother heard him. He was really not a good man to yell at his wife like this.

When he heard the news that his wife was hospitalized, he didn't care at all and yelled at her to go back. What should a man like this do?

Zhang's mother looked deeply at the class beauty, "My child, if you act like this, you will destroy yourself. Jingxuan's brother is really not worthy of your love. One day, he beats you and kills you with the wrong hand. You will I will never see your daughter again for the rest of my life.”

Banhua held her cell phone, still thinking about Jing Peng. She wondered how he was doing after acupuncture.

She didn't listen to much of what Zhang's mother said. When she saw Zhang's mother's mouth stopped, she reacted and said, "I know..."

Zhang Mufa listened to her and continued to teach her: "You can't always be soft. In Jing Peng's heart, you are a cheap woman. No man will like a cheap woman. He looks down on such a woman from the bottom of his heart." woman."

"A cheap woman?" Banhua looked at Zhang's mother blankly.

"Yes, the more Jing Peng hits you, the more you can't live without him. Aren't you being mean? Sometimes, do you feel that you feel uncomfortable even if he doesn't hit you?"

When the class girl heard this, she quickly shook her head: "Auntie, no!"

When Zhang's mother heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay if you don't. I'm really afraid you would have such thoughts."

"He has never cared about my life or death. Tang Huai is right. Even if I lied to him and was injured by him and admitted to the hospital, he would not care about me." Banhua said in a hoarse voice.

"You will live here these days. If he doesn't care about you these days, he really doesn't regard you as his wife."

Ban Hua smiled bitterly: "If she regarded me as her daughter-in-law, she wouldn't beat me..."

Jing Peng had no choice but to call the front desk of the hotel before the class flower came back.

After getting through the phone at the front desk, he said in a very unfriendly tone: "I am a 508 guest, please find someone to serve me!"

When the front desk heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then a sweet voice came: "Sir, this is a regular hotel and we don't provide that kind of service."

"I'm starving to death. I need someone to bring me food!"

The receptionist didn't know why and asked cautiously: "Do you mean to eat?"

"if not?!!!"

"Okay, sir, what would you like to eat?"

"Anything goes!"

"Sir, please wait a moment." The receptionist hung up the phone, pursed his lips, and whispered softly: "How can a starved person roar so loudly?"

No matter what, the customer is God. If the front desk doesn't like such a customer, it has to arrange a restaurant for him.

After about ten minutes of this, a young and beautiful waiter wearing a hotel uniform appeared in room 508 carrying a tray.

"Sir, your meal has been delivered. Please take it easy." The waiter looked at Jing Peng who was lying on the sofa and said in a sweet and gentle voice.

Waiters in big cities have sweet voices. Jing Peng endured the pain in his lower body and raised his head to glance at the waiter.

Oh my god, what a beautiful girl!

The skin under the light is as white as snow, as delicate as gelatin, and as attractive as a peach. I want to pinch it, and I want to take a bite.

But when he thought of his own thing, Jing Peng became very irritable, and his tone was very ungentle: "Give me a glass of water!"

Imperative.

The waiter smiled sweetly: "Okay."

Then he put the tray down and went to pour water for Jing Peng.

At this time, Jing Peng sat up and spread his long legs a little wide.

He didn't dare to cross his legs now, as it would hurt.

Tang Huai's eighth wife, acupuncture can make his place so painful!

If she hadn't become his sister-in-law, he would definitely strangle her to death!

The waiter brought the water over and his eyes fell on Jing Peng's handsome face. After all, Jing Peng was also a businessman. He was dressed in a luxurious suit and his temperament was somewhat different from that of ordinary men. The aggressiveness in him was also the kind that the waiter liked. , only successful and wealthy men can have such a temperament!

And his face looked very much like Mr. Jing.

The waiter has been in this city for several years. She has never met Jing Xuan in person, but she has seen his photos from military news.

The waiter was pleasantly surprised, with a flash of excitement in his eyes: "Are you Mr. Jing?"

Jing Peng looked at the waiter coldly: "Are you talking about Da Jing Shao or Xiao Jing Shao?"

Jing Peng didn't feel that he was famous, so he came to K City. The young master Jing mentioned by the waiter must be referring to his eldest brother.

But he is also mean-mouthed.

"Young Master," the waiter said.

"No." Jing Peng said solemnly, "I am his younger brother."

When the waiter heard this, his eyes lit up, "Hello, brother!"

Who doesn't know that Young Master Jing is a maniac who dotes on his wife?

If she really met Young Master Jing, she would not dare to do anything to him.

But Jing Shao's brother is different. Maybe the other party is not married yet. If he hooks up with Jing Shao's brother and marries into the Jing family, then he won't have to work as a waiter in the hotel. The waiter thought happily. She walked to Jing Peng and knelt down, raised the cup in front of his eyes, raised her face slightly, and showed an extremely sweet smile: "Master Jing, drink some water."

Jing Peng said impatiently: "I'm not Mr. Jing! I'm Mr. Jing's younger brother!"

What I hate the most is that others regard him as their eldest brother. He is obviously more handsome, fairer, and richer than his eldest brother!

The eldest brother is a good-for-nothing man who is afraid of his wife!

When the waiter heard this, she laughed sweetly, "Hehe". She blinked her beautiful eyes like stars: "Isn't your surname Jing? Master Jing."

Jing Peng lowered his eyes and looked at the waiter's face. Looking at her face up close, it was as white as a hard-boiled and peeled egg, which could be broken with a flick.

Beautiful eyes, red lips, white teeth, black hair, and very soft, wow, like a fairy!

Master Jing?

Jing Peng seems to like this title very much.

He couldn't help but think about the wealthy young master played on TV. Those who surrendered to him would respectfully call him "Master".

This "Master Jing" was the first time Jing Peng heard someone call him that.

Everyone calls him eldest brother Jing Shao Jing Shao, but no one calls him Jing Shao Jing Shao.

The same surname is Jing, the same parents, and the same man. Why do they only call the eldest brother Jing Shao but not him Jing Shao?

Quite unfair!

Jing Peng softened his expression and suppressed the roughness in his body. He pretended to be elegant, stretched out his hand to take the cup handed over by the waiter, and took a sip of the water in the cup with what he thought was an elegant movement. God knew that his throat was burning with thirst. A small sip of boiling water went into his throat, making him feel comfortable immediately. He wanted to drink it all in one gulp, but when faced with the service's gentle and adoring eyes, he endured it. In front of others, you must be elegant and cannot lose to your elder brother.

Jing Peng took another sip, then leaned back on the sofa naturally, crossing his legs habitually.

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