Chapter 117 When to get off work

In fact, if you think about it carefully, Zhou Tingyun has always been jealous.

When she first started kindergarten, she became close to Aunt Lin. He was unhappy and asked her with a stern face if she liked Aunt Lin more.

When she was in elementary school, she was told every day not to play with Lin Muqing or call him brother, and she was strictly prevented from getting close to Lin Muqing.

It was even more exaggerated in middle school. He picked her up and dropped her off personally every day, packed her schoolbag for her to and from school, and never missed a love letter.

The chocolates and candies given by other boys had a worse end. He confiscated them all on the grounds that eating too much sweets would cause tooth decay.

Ming Zhao supported his chin, gently raised his hand, and his eyes fell on the beautiful ring on his middle finger.

This was a gift Zhou Tingyun gave her on the eve of her eighteenth birthday.

Although there was already some distance between them at that time, he still took her hand and carefully put it on her.

His voice was low and gentle.

"When you get married, the engagement ring your partner gives can't be cheaper than the one my brother gave me."

She was too young at the time and failed to understand the deep emotions hidden behind these words, nor could she read the look in his eyes when he looked at her. She only felt resentment and confusion towards him.

Later, before boarding the plane to go abroad, I wanted to take it off and throw it away out of spite, as if by doing so I could get rid of everything related to him.

In the end, I couldn't bear to do it.

It was not until the engagement party when they needed to exchange rings that she realized that the men's version of the ring on her hand had been carefully kept in a box by Zhou Tingyun for a long time.

On Monday, the sunset was brilliant and the whole world was shrouded in a beautiful atmosphere.

So, the generous, kind and broad-minded Ming Zhao decided to pick up his stingy, vindictive, jealous and insecure brother from get off work and give him a surprise.

She walked briskly into the dressing room, carefully selected her clothes, hummed a song in a good mood, and went to the garage to choose the coolest diamond-studded convertible sports car.

Zhou Tingyun was sitting in the office when he received Ming Zhao's message.

He put down the document in his hand, opened the screen, and when his eyes fell on the line of words, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

[When do I get off work? I want to eat the caramel egg tarts from that shop on West Street / crying]

Zhou Tingyun really likes to see the expressions she makes and the coquettish tones that unconsciously appear in her words.

Through these, we can fully imagine Ming Zhao's puffy face while typing.

Zhou Tingyun glanced at the time, roughly sorted out his schedule, thought for a moment, and replied.

[Nothing to do today, about half an hour]

So half an hour later, the eye-catching sports car stopped downstairs on time.

It was rush hour, and with so many people coming and going, it was hard not to notice this scene.

Ming Zhao leaned on the driver's seat, his palm-sized face wearing sunglasses, his skin glowing with a beautiful golden luster in the sunset, as if he was taking pictures for a female celebrity magazine.

"Oh my god, isn't that a diamond-encrusted Bugatti? Whose daughter is showing off on the streets? She's so rich."

"This car is so cool! Damn it! Rich woman, look at me."

"What's the big deal about chirping quietly here? Be bolder and go up to ask for their contact information. Just do it!" someone joked with a smile.

The team members were speechless, "Can you please have some self-awareness? It's obvious that they are parked here waiting for someone."

"So what? I want to see who is so lucky to be with a rich man. I must let him teach me a few tricks."

Ming Zhao was still sending messages to Zhou Tingyun.

[Are you off work yet?]

Zhou Tingyun was about to reply when he heard the employees' discussion.

"Have you seen the group? There's a diamond-encrusted Bugatti parked downstairs. Diamond-encrusted!"

"Is it true or not? Let me see."

"Oh my god, such a stunning beauty! Is the group planning to enter the entertainment industry, or has one of its subsidiaries found a spokesperson?"

The man's fingertips, which were about to type, paused slightly, and a faint smile flashed in his deep eyes.