"Pretend." It's just the tone, but it's not as aggressive as it was a few days ago, but it's still a little bit unseen.

After lunch, Jing Zhentian is watching the news, and joss comes to help her clean the pieces.

In fact, compared with a few days ago, today's relationship between the two has made great progress.

At least, joss can appear under jingzhentian's eyes, instead of just a few days ago. Joss didn't even dare to sit down in the living room.

The midday news on TV is all in English. The host speaks fast. Jos has to know vaguely that there is a shooting.

As a heavy weapon country, the United States is lax in the management of firearms, so the probability of being shot is certainly high.

Jos looked at it carelessly, and the action of wiping chess in his hand didn't stop.

This is local news. It's about New York. It's like a shooting in the center of the city, because there are many people in public places, and there are many live short stories shot by netizens on TV.

Although Jing Zhentian is watching the news, her eyes have been staring at Jos. She really keeps moving at a constant speed for half an hour. She is a little surprised.

It's a patient one.

Jos is playing chess on the surface, but actually he is watching TV. Suddenly, Jos's eyes flash. In the TV, he dimly sees a figure passing by.

"Gee." She was stunned for a moment and blinked, thinking that she was wrong.

Jing Zhentian also took the opportunity to watch TV, didn't feel anything, frowned: "how?"

Joss shook his head hastily. "No, I think I read it wrong."

I think it's a mistake. Isn't it that the president's wife is in New Zealand? How could she be in Times Square in New York and see her walking with a man.

Although it was only a short glance, the whole process was only three seconds, but she did see clearly that the man was still holding the woman.

I guess not the president's wife.

She didn't care about this little detail. At this time, the news changed to something else.

In the living room, there was the sound of TV, no more sound.

After a while, joss wiped the three pieces, thought of the stew in the pot, didn't know what happened, so he went to the bathroom and ran to the kitchen to have a look.

Emma helped her watch the fire, saw her come in, waved her hand and made an OK sign.

Joss touched her head, praised her, and hurried back to the living room.

It's almost four o'clock after all the pieces are wiped.

Looking at Jing Zhentian's satisfied twirling a chess piece, she boldly proposed: "since all the chess pieces are here, President, do you want to play a game?"

Jing Zhentian squints and looks at her unwillingly.

Joss touched his nose and said with a wry smile, "forget it. I'll go back to my room..."

Saying, just about to get up, Jing Zhentian called her: "last time I wanted to ask you, your chess, who taught you."

Last time at the birthday party, he didn't forget her style of playing chess.

In fact, Jing Zhentian has already determined that this style of chess is mostly taught by Jing zhehan. Otherwise, there is no other explanation. However, after careful consideration, he feels that this view is untenable. The main reason is that Jing zhehan wants to look down on his conservative style of chess, and how can he give his style to others?

However, if Jing chihan wants to use this to impress him, he may not do so.

However, playing chess doesn't happen overnight. He has to study for more than ten years at least, and he has to go to primary school. Last time he played the right game, he felt that joss didn't learn it temporarily.

He always doubted it, but he never asked it calmly.

Now that joss had made such a start himself, he asked.

He thought to himself that he didn't know who Shiqing was, and his answer was simple: "he was a brother who grew up together."

Her answer was a little perfunctory, and Jing Zhentian frowned again.

He put down his chess and said coldly, "that's right."

One more round, he can judge whether she learned temporarily or not.

Joss was immediately flattered and agreed to play chess.

When the chess is all set, Hongzi will go first and jingzhentian will go first.

Jos methodically follows her habit. Jing Zhentian also judges her chess way and thinks about how to attack her rear.

Two people level is similar, unexpectedly under, had the deadlock.

With the same style of chess and the same way of playing, each side can judge the next move of the other side. In this way, the chess game started for nearly an hour, and each of them ate a pawn of the other side, but nothing else moved.

As time goes by, how to walk is spinning in place. Both sides can't eat each other's chess. Their expressions are gradually dignified.

At 5:30, when Jing chehan came back, he saw that in the living room, joss and his father were sitting opposite each other on the tea table. People were staring at the chess game on the table, frowning and serious.

Jing Che was a little surprised. He didn't expect that they could play chess together.

It seems that Jing Zhongqing's method is really effective, and joss is also very talented and understands it very well.

He walked over, his pace calm.

Seeing her coming back, joss was stunned. Looking at the time, two hours had passed.

Jing Zhentian also realized something and leaned back. He was a little embarrassed and said, "time is almost up. When do you have dinner?" He asked the servant.

The servant said quickly, "the food is almost ready, but your stew is still short of heat. It will take about half an hour."

The stew was ordered by joss to Emma. She estimated the time. If it was simmered slowly, it would not be until six o'clock.

She felt her nose, and felt that Jing Zhentian didn't want to go down, so she planned to take back the chessboard.

Jing chihan took her hand, looked at the chess game and asked, "it's your turn to go?"

Joss nodded and whispered, "but I don't know where to go. I'll fight wherever I go..."

Before she finished, Jing chihan picked up LAN Zi's horse and took a step in the other direction, saying: "eat."

Then, he ate Jing Zhentian's car.

Jos: "it's..."

Jing shook the sky

Jing chihan raised his eyelids and looked at them coolly: "turn around in place?"

Jos's face suddenly turned red, and Jing Zhentian's face was not good either. They looked at each other and felt ashamed and angry at the same time.

Jing Zhen's face was cold, and he took another step. His voice was ironic: "after eating my car, I see how to go behind you."

Joss nodded, too.